Heroes of the Day [Dawnforge] Part 1: Attack in Ebernath!

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The wise gnome smiles at the large humanoid. "But Targ, if you don't go, who will get the books off the top shelves or even the middle shelves for that matter, for me?" Then she glances over at Molly. "Also, who will watch over and play with Molly while I am reading? You know how much she enjoys your company." About this time, as if on cue, Molly gets up and nuzzles Targ's leg for a scratch or a rub from the large ogre.

Targ smiles, an odd expression on his rough and ugly face, and gives the wolf a vigorous scratch. "Good then, we can go, I will carry," he says and pushes himself away from the table (and not the table away from him, he wasted too much good food that way...). He will scoop up Ella once she's ready, and convey her (and Molly) to the library.

 

[RobotRobotI]

Targ smiles, an odd expression on his rough and ugly face, and gives the wolf a vigorous scratch. "Good then, we can go, I will carry," he says and pushes himself away from the table (and not the table away from him, he wasted too much good food that way...). He will scoop up Ella once she's ready, and convey her (and Molly) to the library.

S'sebek nabs an apple from his plate and makes his way over to Targ and Ellawyn. "Looks like we're Team Words, then."

 

[Starman]

Placid, Tervelyn, Kellix

The three of you ask around and get directions to a nearby library. It is a beautiful early summer day as you walk the streets of Ebernath. The air is warm, but a cool sea breeze keeps the temperature from climbing too high. Most of the streets are narrow and it almost feels as though you are walking through a garden. Flowers and other vegetation grow right up to the stone paths and often mask many of the buildings so that you can hardly see them.

In fact, you almost walk right past the library you were looking for. True to the directions you were given, the library is in a large oak tree. The tree is a deep brown color and its branches and leaves fan out around it creating a shaded area, covering two stone tables and benches. It takes a minute of searching to find the door. Above the faint outline marking it there is a rune of some sort carved into the tree, an arrow tip pointing up above a dot and flanked by two vertical lines.

A small outcrop of bark looks to be the handle, but you tug on it and the door doesn't move. Shrugging, you knock. A moment later, the door swings open softly. A gnome is standing there with gold-brown skin and hair that seems to be fading to white. Without really looking at you, but through you, he drones, "Welcome to the library of Klinghithman. One gold piece per person to browse texts for the day."

 

[Starman]

S'sebek, Targ, Ellawyn

The members of the so-called 'Team Words' gets their own directions to another library. Walking through the streets of Ebernath for close to an hour, they finally find their destination, a small stone building covered by vines and flowers. It is circular and only about 20' wide.

In a small grassy area next to the building an older man is lecturing to three other people. He looks to be a lowlander. He wears purple robes trimmed in white. His hair is mostly white with a few brown streaks left in it. The man is leaning on a staff as he talks. Suddenly his voice changes, intoning something, and a ball of lights spring up and circle around his left hand. The three people watching and listening, presumably his students stare in awe.

As the four of you approach, the man turns his head. He dark eyes study you intently and widen slightly at the sight of Targ. "You don't look like prospective students, so what can Hagin the Tumbler do for you?" he asks.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Targ gently lifts Ella down so she can speak for the group on her own two feet.

 

[Guest 11456]

Ellawyn, female gnome shaman & Molly, female wolf

As Targ puts her down, Ella looks up at the man and clears her throat. "No, it is true that we are not students. But perhaps you do possess information that we need. In a sense you could be our teacher all the same. We seek any information you may have about an immortal known as the "Pale King"? Perhaps you have heard of him? He is also known as Sigharda. He did battle with Seidon, master of waves, several centuries ago?"

 

[Widowmaker]

Kellix will pay the 3 gold and then enter. "While we need to look at the books I am interested in what you can tell me about the recent attacks on the city and on a orc wizard named Grimnoth." Kellix will kindly state to the gnome.

 

[Starman]

S'sebek, Targ, Ellawyn

Hagin rolls his eyes. "You seem like a smart person. Why would you waste your time studying immortals? They are fools who have too much power and let it go to their heads. Bah. Why don't we talk about the ruins of Coldover and the strange runes carved there? Or perhaps we could discuss the scaled Arvanc and their strange three-way mating rituals. Maybe the legend of Venninyarmoth and the Sword of Fate? Hmmm...? Anything but the immortals. They aren't worth spit." He punctuates his comment hacking out a thick glob of spittle.

 

[RobotRobotI]

Hagin rolls his eyes. "You seem like a smart person. Why would you waste your time studying immortals? They are fools who have too much power and let it go to their heads. Bah. Why don't we talk about the ruins of Coldover and the strange runes carved there? Or perhaps we could discuss the scaled Arvanc and their strange three-way mating rituals. Maybe the legend of Venninyarmoth and the Sword of Fate? Hmm m...? Anything but the immortals. They aren't worth spit." He punctuates his comment hacking out a thick glob of spittle.

S'sebek, looking less annoyed than he actually is, follows up: "As interesting as three-way mating rituals may be, it's imperative that we learn what we can about our Pale King, preferably in an expeditious manner."

 

[Starman]

Placid, Tervelyn, Kellix

The Gnome turns a shade of red, his voice becoming taut. "I don't know anything. You'll have to ask the learned, Huron. He should be in the stacks somewhere. He's the one with the one with all of the gaudy jewelry."

Stepping inside, you are impressed with the beauty of the library. All of the furniture, the shelves, and the stairs are carved from the tree and are the same dark brown. Small holes carved into the tree let in some natural light. Everything is spotlessly clean and all of the books are neatly lined on the shelves. It almost looks as if nothing is ever touched.

You wander the first level seeing no one. The stairs to the second level are narrow, but a small rail runs along them. There you see someone who must be Huron. A large crown of gold and jewel encrusted rests on his head. Chains of gold and silver drape from his neck. Rings of all shapes and sizes are on all of his fingers. His gold and purple silken robes glisten. His brown oiled hair flows around his shoulders and his beard is in two braids. Huron is a dwarf. His hands are delicately arranging some books, apparently so that they are in a straight line.

He finishes and then looks toward you. He tilts his head back looking down his nose. For all that he is half the size of any of you, he appears to be looking down at you. "Who disturbs Konnar the Learned?"