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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neveryours" data-source="post: 1493572" data-attributes="member: 13424">A Promotion!The party managed to find the horses that had been left with the village head. Along the way, they picked up another elven straggler. A dark elf going by the name of Windy, and a sorcerer by talent.Windy had been cast out when he was experimenting with his powers and caused a minor conflagration in Silvanost due to an errant Scorching Ray.The party headed on back to Elgarth Keep. The party took a moment to freshen themselves up and take a quick shower. They then promptly proceeded to Lord Gunthar’s office. The party was warmly greeted by Lord Gunthar. The music box was inspected by Lord Gunthar. After a while, he set the box down. “I have reports of an elven enclave in the city of Pashin, north of Silvanesti. Perhaps there will be someone there with the knowledge of how to use this.”Turning to Vilinius and Taunus, he signed and stamped his seal on a piece of parchment. “Your terms of service have been fulfilled. Take this paper down to the treasury; they will give you your pay. The Knights of Solamnia thank you for your efforts and we will note your help. Should you ever have need of us, we will endeavour to aid you in any way we may.”Taking a small metallic disk from his drawer, he presented it to Durgan. “For your service to the Knighthood, you are hereby promoted to Third Sergeant. Keep this as a symbol of your rank. I hereby instruct you accompany Lady Soliante in her travels and to give her your aid in restoring Silvanesti. Go with pride, for you represent the Knights in your travels.” (I’ve decided to follow a military hierarchy for the Knight of Solamnia Auxiliaries.)Durgan nodded and accepted the symbol silently. The pride could be seen shining from his eyes.Lord Gunthar then accepted the aid of the dwarf, Debra Stoneaxe, to aid the party.A rush of air was all the warning given as a man wielding a silver quarterstaff teleported into the room. Vilinius’ countenance immediately turned solemn as the rest of the party reached for their weapons. Lord Gunthar raised his hands and bowed slightly. “Magus Tronde, I did not expect you so soon.”The mage turned and bowed to Lord Gunthar. “My apologies for the rude entrance. The Conclave has decreed that the Tests must begin immediately for those who are deemed ready. This has been deemed to be a most pressing matter. Vilinius must return with me now.”Vilinius nodded and stepped forward. “I am ready.”Taunus followed behind. “And I will go with him.” He glared at Tronde, as if daring him to challenge the decision.Tronde nodded. “I am sure Vilinius has told you enough of the Test. You may come if you wish, warrior of the Que-shu.”Windy called out. “Let me come along. I too wish instruction in the Art.”Tronde narrowed his eyes, as if appraising the elf. “Very well then, you may yet make a fine apprentice.”Bowing to Lord Gunthar, Vilinius and Taunus stood beside the white robed mage. Tronde muttered an incantation and seemingly only twitched. The four of them disappeared in a wink and a rush of air.Handing a sheaf of papers to Durgan, Lord Gunthar stood and gave a Solamnic salute. “Your orders and instruction are herein. Lady Soliante, I wish you well in your quests.”Recognising the cue for dismissal, Durgan ushered the party out. Reading through the papers, they nervously discussed the next steps.The party were to travel by horse to the city of Port O’ Call, where they were to liaise with a Captain Thorbridge. They will travel to the Citadel of Light on the island of Schallsea. Riding on the SV Indomitable under the command of Captain Thorbridge, they will look for Lady Camillia Weoledge, the commander of the Citadel Guard. The mystics there will assist the party as needed. The party decided to spend some downtime getting equipment. Durgan traded in his longsword with the quartermaster, for a rapier and proceeded to take some lessons on the fine art of fencing from one of the garrisoned auxiliaries. (To spend a level on Swashbuckler.) Karavas could not contain his excitement at finally getting to the Citadel of Light. (His player wants to get the Citadel Mystic prestige class.) Stark brooded and Debra proceeded to the mess, where she proceeded to quaff down copious amounts of ale and out-drinking just about everyone else. Both were destined for headaches in the mornings.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

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