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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6890379" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Avar, Billanverthorne, Burrai, Elloral, Ersun, Jabbar, Ren</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Speaks over her shoulder to Burrai in a whisper. <span style="color: #663366">"It is not the same evil as that, small comfort that may be..."</span></em> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>As the elf speaks Jabbar's eyes linger on the wet spot on the floor, nose crinkled at the sharp odor of the vinegar, his mind in turmoil with all the nuances and possibilities of these nights events. His brows furrow, stuck on the question <span style="color: #996600">~What does it all mean?!~</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> <span style="color: #996600">"...yes... we must..."</span> He starts to mumble.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Taps her staff once loudly against the floorboards to snap him out of his reverie. <span style="color: #663366">"Do you have a room we can use to speak in private?"</span> She inquires.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Blinks and nods quickly. <span style="color: #996600">"I can do better than that."</span> He says stepping over to a wall beneath the stairwell, pushing at a particular knot in the wood to open a hidden door. <span style="color: #996600">"This is my secret cellar."</span> He explains before looking to Avar directly. <span style="color: #996600">"Avar, please keep Ren and our other guest company while I talk to the dwarves."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Avar:</strong> Nods, arms crossed, keeping a close eye on Ersun in particular without being rude enough to stare directly.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As Burrai and Elloral move to follow Jabbar into the cellar, the old smuggler grabs a sunrod he keeps in a sconce at the top of the hidden stairwell to brighten the way down. Yet before he takes the first step he touches an invisible rune to prevent some nasty warding spells from taking effect. As you descend down the stairwell (shutting the door behind you), your discerning dwarven eyes note its construction of bricks and mortar is rather crude, constructed slowly over the course of several years with differing types of bricks of various shapes. By human standards it's functionally adequate, but barely even so...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you enter into the cellar itself, you note the ceiling is somewhat low for a tall human, but comfortably high for the likes of dwarves as you step down unto a brick floor constructed the same as the stairs and the walls themselves. All around you are crates, stacks, piles and bundles of various types of illicit items. (Yet nothing outright evil) </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Notes your stares and comments. <span style="color: #996600">"It's all worth a fortune its true, but I've had a long career in this profession because I don't get greedy. Somethings in this cellar may take months, even years, to find the right buyer. I don't simply wink at a stranger in my shop and hand over a vase that conceals something extra. That sort of low dealing is foolish to the extreme! I've had vulfear agents in here many times trying to trick me into saying something, or revealing something, that hints at my true trade. What I do takes patience. I thoroughly vet potential black-market customers before I agree to any meetings. Business deals rarely happen face to face, and if they do it it's always far from this shop and the prying eyes of the public."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Adopts an aloof expression as she states. <span style="color: #663366">"Impressive as your stash is, I'm a cleric of Valkhauna. None of this means anything to me. We came to you because of your reputation for knowledge about the Black Network."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Jabbars expression tenses, clearly familiar with them. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> <span style="color: #996600">"I'm not surprised to hear that's why you came. Strangely, you are not the first to come to me tonight seeking information about those villains."</span> He states without offering pause for related questions. <span style="color: #996600">"Is what you carry related to them?!"</span> He asks with obvious eagerness, and even fear. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Nods. <span style="color: #663366">"It's something I stole from one of their agents."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Inhales with apprehension, and also hope. <span style="color: #996600">"I see... bring it over here."</span> He says gesturing to a table in one corner of the cellar that features a small shrine of Ishvar and a copy of the Ishvaran, their holy scripture.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Notes the shrine, and the scripture. <span style="color: #663366">"You are one of the faithful?"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Shakes his head humbly. <span style="color: #996600">"A corrupted wretch like me is unworthy of that title, but I believe in such ideals, even if I routinely fail to live up to them."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you stand next to the desk you glimpse other subject matter of a darker nature littered across its surface. Maps, journals, sketches... and other clues related to the Black Network! </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Gasps. <span style="color: #663366">"You've been studying them!"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Sighs. <span style="color: #996600">"The longer I keep at it the more dangerous it becomes. I've survived more than one of their ambushes..."</span> He states unconsciously touching at his scar as if it still pains him.<span style="color: #996600">"Someday my luck will run out." </span>He states matter-of-factly. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Reaches into her belt pouch and removes the journal, still wrapped in cloth. <span style="color: #663366">"Perhaps this will help."</span> She states hopefully, placing the bundle on the desk, happy to have it out of her hands.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Reaches over with hesitant fingers and carefully unwraps the journal, bound in a strange pinkish leather that could literally be skin that he dares not touch directly. His lips tighten as he stares, immediately recognizing it for what it is. <span style="color: #996600">"...I never imagined I'd actually see one of these!"</span> He says with awe and borderline horror. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Clutches at the silver clasps of her braids that bare the holy symbol of Valkhauna as if to purify herself. <span style="color: #663366">"Take care, the language scrawled on those pages is foul and corrupting. It makes you... feel... and think of things painful to stomach!"</span> Elloral says with an almost gag-like reflex at the memories. <span style="color: #663366">"It took weeks, but I managed to translate a small portion of it. A simple comprehend-languages spell won't work. It's been warded somehow against such magic, especially from a priest."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Jabbar:</strong> Glances at her with deepening respect. <span style="color: #996600">"Impressive that you even managed that! I have my own experiences attempting to read their infernal text, so that's no surprise to me. May I see the translation?"</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Looks to Burrai for his permission first.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>[Burrai:</strong> What do you do?<strong>]</strong></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 6890379, member: 6677509"] [b]Avar, Billanverthorne, Burrai, Elloral, Ersun, Jabbar, Ren[/b] [I][B]Elloral:[/B] Speaks over her shoulder to Burrai in a whisper. [COLOR=#663366]"It is not the same evil as that, small comfort that may be..."[/COLOR][/I] [I]As the elf speaks Jabbar's eyes linger on the wet spot on the floor, nose crinkled at the sharp odor of the vinegar, his mind in turmoil with all the nuances and possibilities of these nights events. His brows furrow, stuck on the question [COLOR=#996600]~What does it all mean?!~[/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] [COLOR=#996600]"...yes... we must..."[/COLOR] He starts to mumble. [B]Elloral:[/B] Taps her staff once loudly against the floorboards to snap him out of his reverie. [COLOR=#663366]"Do you have a room we can use to speak in private?"[/COLOR] She inquires. [B]Jabbar:[/B] Blinks and nods quickly. [COLOR=#996600]"I can do better than that."[/COLOR] He says stepping over to a wall beneath the stairwell, pushing at a particular knot in the wood to open a hidden door. [COLOR=#996600]"This is my secret cellar."[/COLOR] He explains before looking to Avar directly. [COLOR=#996600]"Avar, please keep Ren and our other guest company while I talk to the dwarves."[/COLOR] [B]Avar:[/B] Nods, arms crossed, keeping a close eye on Ersun in particular without being rude enough to stare directly. As Burrai and Elloral move to follow Jabbar into the cellar, the old smuggler grabs a sunrod he keeps in a sconce at the top of the hidden stairwell to brighten the way down. Yet before he takes the first step he touches an invisible rune to prevent some nasty warding spells from taking effect. As you descend down the stairwell (shutting the door behind you), your discerning dwarven eyes note its construction of bricks and mortar is rather crude, constructed slowly over the course of several years with differing types of bricks of various shapes. By human standards it's functionally adequate, but barely even so... As you enter into the cellar itself, you note the ceiling is somewhat low for a tall human, but comfortably high for the likes of dwarves as you step down unto a brick floor constructed the same as the stairs and the walls themselves. All around you are crates, stacks, piles and bundles of various types of illicit items. (Yet nothing outright evil) [B]Jabbar:[/B] Notes your stares and comments. [COLOR=#996600]"It's all worth a fortune its true, but I've had a long career in this profession because I don't get greedy. Somethings in this cellar may take months, even years, to find the right buyer. I don't simply wink at a stranger in my shop and hand over a vase that conceals something extra. That sort of low dealing is foolish to the extreme! I've had vulfear agents in here many times trying to trick me into saying something, or revealing something, that hints at my true trade. What I do takes patience. I thoroughly vet potential black-market customers before I agree to any meetings. Business deals rarely happen face to face, and if they do it it's always far from this shop and the prying eyes of the public."[/COLOR] [B]Elloral:[/B] Adopts an aloof expression as she states. [COLOR=#663366]"Impressive as your stash is, I'm a cleric of Valkhauna. None of this means anything to me. We came to you because of your reputation for knowledge about the Black Network."[/COLOR] Jabbars expression tenses, clearly familiar with them. [B]Jabbar:[/B] [COLOR=#996600]"I'm not surprised to hear that's why you came. Strangely, you are not the first to come to me tonight seeking information about those villains."[/COLOR] He states without offering pause for related questions. [COLOR=#996600]"Is what you carry related to them?!"[/COLOR] He asks with obvious eagerness, and even fear. [B]Elloral:[/B] Nods. [COLOR=#663366]"It's something I stole from one of their agents."[/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] Inhales with apprehension, and also hope. [COLOR=#996600]"I see... bring it over here."[/COLOR] He says gesturing to a table in one corner of the cellar that features a small shrine of Ishvar and a copy of the Ishvaran, their holy scripture. [B]Elloral:[/B] Notes the shrine, and the scripture. [COLOR=#663366]"You are one of the faithful?"[/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] Shakes his head humbly. [COLOR=#996600]"A corrupted wretch like me is unworthy of that title, but I believe in such ideals, even if I routinely fail to live up to them."[/COLOR] As you stand next to the desk you glimpse other subject matter of a darker nature littered across its surface. Maps, journals, sketches... and other clues related to the Black Network! [B]Elloral:[/B] Gasps. [COLOR=#663366]"You've been studying them!"[/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] Sighs. [COLOR=#996600]"The longer I keep at it the more dangerous it becomes. I've survived more than one of their ambushes..."[/COLOR] He states unconsciously touching at his scar as if it still pains him.[COLOR=#996600]"Someday my luck will run out." [/COLOR]He states matter-of-factly. [B]Elloral:[/B] Reaches into her belt pouch and removes the journal, still wrapped in cloth. [COLOR=#663366]"Perhaps this will help."[/COLOR] She states hopefully, placing the bundle on the desk, happy to have it out of her hands. [B]Jabbar:[/B] Reaches over with hesitant fingers and carefully unwraps the journal, bound in a strange pinkish leather that could literally be skin that he dares not touch directly. His lips tighten as he stares, immediately recognizing it for what it is. [COLOR=#996600]"...I never imagined I'd actually see one of these!"[/COLOR] He says with awe and borderline horror. [B]Elloral:[/B] Clutches at the silver clasps of her braids that bare the holy symbol of Valkhauna as if to purify herself. [COLOR=#663366]"Take care, the language scrawled on those pages is foul and corrupting. It makes you... feel... and think of things painful to stomach!"[/COLOR] Elloral says with an almost gag-like reflex at the memories. [COLOR=#663366]"It took weeks, but I managed to translate a small portion of it. A simple comprehend-languages spell won't work. It's been warded somehow against such magic, especially from a priest."[/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] Glances at her with deepening respect. [COLOR=#996600]"Impressive that you even managed that! I have my own experiences attempting to read their infernal text, so that's no surprise to me. May I see the translation?"[/COLOR] [B]Elloral:[/B] Looks to Burrai for his permission first. [B][Burrai:[/B] What do you do?[B]][/B][/I] [/QUOTE]
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