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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 6986865" data-attributes="member: 6855545">EVERYONEThe entity made a prolonged silence, as if reflecting upon the dwarf’s words. “You have the right of it…. Names do hold power… We should know... Hold on to yours…. If such is your wish…”“This place… It used to be my laboratory…. My… haven…. If you will. Hidden underneath a large temple…. So my enemies could not find me…. It worked…. Apparently… Despite your visit.” – the entity rests after these meager words, as if it did not desire to share more. Despite the inhuman aspect of its voice, the companions feel that it deliberately withheld something.“What else…. Could they possibly want? Our city… lies in dust… I am but the last…. Imprisoned… Who is he that … rises… once more?” – the voice stops for a moment or two, suddenly realizing it is not the target of the pretense divine figure. If the entity is displeased by such discoveries, it does not let out. “I extend hospitality…. In such case… Rest… Employ whatever tools you find… Take volumes, … maps, … anything that might help… to your heart’s content. I have seen how diligently… you avoided disturbing… me…. I understand… you’ll bring no harm...” – as the voice speaks, the wind-like strength it holds slowly diminishes, as if crawling into a lament.“I feel for you, though… If truly an ancient holds grudge against you…. They have sordid ways to… to submit those rebellious to them…. Remember well…” – a short silence, followed by a more vigorous gust of wind. “I shall aid you…. As I can…. In return… I only ask for the means to do so….” – on the right side of the tower, some branches begin to crack and move, ever so slowly. From their midst, tendrils as thin as fingers insinuate themselves into the sight of the companions. From their extremities bunches of brown tough nuts pend. “Take these… Bury them in a place beyond the rocky wastes outside…. Somewhere… They… can grow. I will listen to everything… learn from the surroundings… From those… that speak to me… And I might answer… provided the proper spell is in place…” – he falls silent for a few seconds, as if to gain strength. “I guarantee my life… You will have my knowledge beyond these walls…”“Now, to prove I might be of use…. Tell me of your enemy….” – a pause follows, short as a heartbeat. “Is he the one who shook the walls…. Of my old city?” @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6801450" target="_blank">Trogdor1992</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=24380" target="_blank">Neurotic</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6801311" target="_blank">KahlessNestor</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6855130" target="_blank">Jago</a></blockquote>

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