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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord Sessadore" data-source="post: 4874549" data-attributes="member: 57255">A dragonborn, towering nearly seven feet tall with shoulders almost five feet wide, a behemoth of muscle and metal, approaches the tower. His scales and talons are black as jet, only his glowing purple eyes showing any relief from the black. He wears scale mail which exaggerates his already impressive frame and matches the shade of his scales - it's hard to tell where the armor stops and the scales begin. A similarly black cloak with jagged, tattered edges flutters around him, seeming to suck in light, making it darker than the sky on a moonless night. Around his neck is a heavy cord, on the end of which is a stone weight attached to a large raven's feather. Protruding above his right shoulder are two handles, one slim and straight, the other thicker and curving slightly. On his hip is a large pouch - big enough to be a backpack for a normal-sized mortal. During his short trip to the tower, Sarenax has been mulling over his dreams and recalling Orelal. I wonder what the wizard has been doing these past years that he has been so secluded for. How long has it been since I was last here, helping establish the wards? A year? No, at least two. But it matters not. I have not come for a courtesy call on an old companion. What Orelal does is no concern of mine unless he crosses the will of the Raven Queen. As his reminiscing comes to a close, he comes back to his reason for coming here. A final thought crosses his mind before he settles into patient waiting: My Dark Lady, I pray we find the meaning of these dreams ... no, they are more than dreams. Visions.When the doors to the tower swing open before him he barely acknowledges the butler with a muttered, "Igor," not even looking at it. He stalks into the tower, taking note of the flaming steed in the entry room, each step making a small 'thud' more felt than heard. Someone has arrived ... or Orelal has a new pet. The ebony dragonborn ascends the first staircase to the waiting room, where he sees his old companion ... but not the one he was expecting. "Kalas?" Sarneax rumbles. Face calm, the dragonborn assesses the armed human, No, not human anymore. His arm reaches to the curved handle behind his shoulder and pulls it free in a startlingly fast movement for a creature of his size. A blade snaps out perpendicular from the long handle, and Sarenax takes the huge black-bladed scythe in both hands. "Why are you armed, revenant, and why are you here? Answer quickly." His tone is cool, neutral, betraying no indication as to whether Sarenax intends to fight against the revenant or alongside it. [sblock=OOC]Hurray! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> Why don't we start with armed inter-party conflict, eh?<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2177099/" target="_blank">Religion to identify Kalas as a revenant (1d20+17=37)</a>. That should do ... From what I can ascertain, revenants are all created by the Raven Queen, so with that knowledge check Sarenax will be less hostile to start than he might've been if he just knew Kalas was undead. Well, to start off with, a couple checks to see if I can identify any landmarks or symbolism in the dreams, or what have you: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2177048/" target="_blank">Religion: 1d20+17=26</a><a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2177048/" target="_blank">Arcana: 1d20+15=27</a>I suppose we could go on a ritual extravaganza, too, once we're all assembled.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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