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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 1284766" data-attributes="member: 7737">Brief Interlude: Dellarocca and ZabarGreetings Zaccarias. Assume you are ready. Will scry, then translocate to your forge. -- Dellarocca Zaccarias Zabar, dwarven artificer, creator of numerous works of magic including the blade Fulmine, interrupted a hammer blow in mid swing as he received the sending. He fumed for a moment, then mentally formed a reply. Now not a good time. Axim demanding-- But even as Zabar completed this thought, there was a subtle shimmering in the air. Michael Dellarocca of the Company of the Red Kestrel stepped out of nothingness into existence. He was clad as usual in an audacious deep blue cloak, the gilded rapier shining at his hip. Upon the first finger of his left hand, Dellarocca wore a plain band of brass. Zabar eyed it greedily. Strange, he thought, it doesn’t look like much. Seeing his gaze, Dellarocca smiled. “Yes, this is it.” Without further fanfare, the wizard plucked the ring off his hand and held it forth. “Now where is my item?” The dwarf sighed and grumbled. With a few arcane gestures, he willed a mahogany chest, inlaid with platinum, to open. Another minor spell brought forth a metal object, some three feet long. Crafted of the finest Durenese iron, it was set with silver from Ruanon. It shone dully in the reflected firelight from the forge. Dellarocca beamed as the scepter moved silently across the room. He reached out and grasped it. “At last,” the mage crooned, turning the thing over in his hand, examining it from all angles. The craftsmanship was flawless. “It functions properly?” Zabar grunted. “You may test it if you like,” he snarled. “But not here!” the dwarf quickly added. Dellarocca placed the brass ring into Zabar’s outstretched palm. “Our transaction is now complete,” the wizard pronounced formally. He turned away, preparing to cast another teleport. Then, as if a thought had suddenly struck him, Dellarocca looked back over his shoulder at the artificer, who was even now slipping the ring onto a grimy finger. “Zaccarias. Be careful. He is… intractable.” And with that, Dellarocca disappeared. The fires roared in the forge as Zabar held up his hand and spoke a single word of power.</blockquote>

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