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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7973910" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: FOR HIRESEGMENT 004“WARLORD GREGORY ir’FEMAR”4/19/20DRAVAGO 13, 1000          MID-DAY AT THE SILVER FOX TAVERN IN FAIRHAVEN“You have it?” asks Commander ir’Dressajk as she sets aside her wine.“Yes.” Answers Mohach as he hops onto the chair.  “As you suggested- others have interest in it.”“and?”“A follower of Boldrei had beaten us to it at first.”“The Goddess of the home and civilization?  Curious.”“Said she spoke to him in his dreams.  It was his destiny.” Continues the kobold leader.“His destiny?  Curious choice of terms.  Do you have it on you?” Asks the Royal Eye history expert in boredom of the non-historical.Her eyes light up as the kobold pulls the “Key” out from his robes.  She in turn pulls out a scroll case and opens it.  Within it is a blank piece of parchment with runes along the edges.  She carefully places the crystal at the bottom and rolls it to the top.  She repeats this several times to understand it.“The next piece of the puzzle- the map itself, is located in Grand Tree Branch.”“Odd name for a town…. Or place.  Eldeen?”“Not one I know of.” Answers the druid.“Northern Cyre.  Within a Wayfinder Foundation building.”“East, central or western border?”“Go to Fort Zombie.  Cross the Mists there.  It is about a days walkin.”“uuuugh.  The Mournlands.  I hate the Mournlands.” Sighs in misery the druid.The three go to an inn nearby.  Mohach gets a room but the other two insist on sleeping outside.  “It is safer” suggests the winged warrior.  They eat and discuss the trip from Aundair into Karrnath by Electric Rail and then on Foot into Cyre then back.Silverwing and Izmet set up a tent and a “nest” in a tree behind the inn.  Mohach then turns in for the night.Near midnight, Mohach awakens saddened as he hears a gruff voice saying “This is it” then a sudden and violent crash into the door.  A second crash caves in the door.  An ogre wielding a miniature battering ram looks in.  “Yup- he here- alone.” And he steps back and to the side.Four gnomes (why gnomes?) with darkened faces rush in with crossbows and air them at the trapper.   Then a medium sized robed and cloaked figure steps behind the shorter gnomes.  “The Aurum commands you stay away from Grand Tree Branch and The Black Manifest.” The kobold hears four crossbows fire and suddenly awakens.   Gasping he watches the door expecting the ogre to attack.   “Damn.  A Dream.”DRAVAGO 14, 1000          ORIEN STATION IN FAIRHAVEN  8th BellThe three of them bring their paperwork to the ticket booth and the worker there gives them a curious look.  It is rare to see a voucher for ANY Orien transportation for one ENTIRE month.  These people are important or rich.  Looking at the mismatched group the ticket master can not decide.“How many cabins?”“One” states the winged elf looking over her shoulder at the electric rail cars.  Each car is strangely made to resemble little mobile cabins but with extra metal and wood bits to enhance the car somehow.  The kobold and elf druid are busy searching the crowds.  It is busy and chaotic on any Orien Station Platform.Tickets in hand, Silverwing hands the scroll back to Mohach whom places it back deep into his robes.  They climb onto the proper car.  They are searching for their room when the druid spots someone in the crowd- someone they know all too well.  Warlord Gregory ir’Femar of the Karrnathi Military Defense Ministry Division.They first met the Paladin during the war.  They were smuggling a scroll detailing spells to make new undead called “Bone Claws”.  The hope was to learn of a weakness for general soldiers to exploit.  They had left  the underground military base near the Icetop Mountains and were trying to reach the Cyre Border.  When the theft was discovered Karrnath sent the best man they had at the base-  newly entitled Warlord ir’Femar.The Bone Knight with his undead personal guard chased them on horseback then to the rail.  They had to jump off the rail and here they stole horses and went into the deep southern sections of Karrnath hoping the Bone Knight would not follow.  He did however.  They entered what is now the Talenta Plains and still he chased them.  As they then turned west into Cyre the knight tried to follow but twenty plus Cyrian soldiers met them and the chase ended.Several more times they encountered him on missions.  This is the first time seeing him since the Throne Accord was signed.“Silverwing- duck and move along.” Whispers the hunched over druid.  Mohach looks up with determination and concern.“Don’t panic- but I thought I saw Femar.”“Femar!” exclaims the winged elf.  “Relax.  We are not doing anything illegal and the war is over.  We are not even in Karrnath.  He has no power here.”They hurry along just the same.  With their hunched down backs (even the Kobold drew his cowl further over his face), they fail to see the Knight’s reaction.  He stares in their general direction from the sight of the tightly packed crowd.Mohach and Silverwing sit in the cabin room to settle in.  Izmet goes to the food car to get a drink.  There are not many people here so soon after leaving a station.  The few here are Karrnathi people judging by their haunted looks.  The city limits disappear through the windows and the druid begins to relax.Then he hears an unique but familiar sound-  movement of leather, bone and strips of metal.  A Bone Knight suit of armor.  Without moving his head, the druid looks to the entrance of the food car and there he is- Warlord ir’Femar.  The nervous druid can not move his eyes from the Knight as he sits down and stares.A few of the other passengers leave.  The remaining ones keep an eye on the Knight and the Druid.  Either because of anticipation of a fight or they are frozen in fear.    After a few minutes of waiting the Bone Knight gets up and walks over to the druid.  “Do I know you?”  He commands as much as asks.“N-no.” says the druid.  He finishes his drink and hopes to leave.  Quickly.“I feel I know you……  Aundairan or Eldeen?”“Breland.” He lies.Unseen by either the kobold walks in.  He spots the bone armor and ducks under a table for cover.“What did you do during the war?”“ah…. Nothing really.”Dead silence after a deep sigh from the Knight.The druid gets up and moves away quickly.  The Knight watches him leave.  Even after the druid has left for a minute, the Knight looks at the doorway.  Finally he turns away and the kobold takes this moment to hurry away.  “Miss.  Miss do you know that elf?”</blockquote>

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