[IC1] Pool of Radiance
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Together with the hunter Storm, the adventurers leave Sune's shrine and head towards the harbor and the Bitter Blade, where they have their rooms. After a long day full of perilous ventures and gratifying achievements, the relaxed chatter of the patrons is a welcome distraction. Some of the more shady folk present eye them with a predatory gleam in their eyes, but armed-to-the-teeth and with their growing reputation the adventurers have little to fear.
After a well-earned break, Eldwyn withdraws into his room in order to examine the magical loot they brought back, while the others discuss what they know about their next target - the ancient library of the sage Mantor - which, frankly, isn't all that much, yet.
Hopefully, the library still holds some of the knowledge that might offer them insight into what happened during the invasion and the fall of Phlan, that according to the former ghost guardian of Sokol Keep, the fallen high priest Ferran Martinez, was led by three unholy beings bestowed with wondrous powers by a magical pool, who were able to unite and keep the wild mix of monstrous and humanoid creatures in order. There must be a reason for this overwhelming army to have attacked Phlan and maybe knowing more about it will aid them in uncovering the mysterious "Boss" and defeat the remnants of the army that had conquered Phlan.
After a well-earned break, Eldwyn withdraws into his room in order to examine the magical loot they brought back, while the others discuss what they know about their next target - the ancient library of the sage Mantor - which, frankly, isn't all that much, yet.
Hopefully, the library still holds some of the knowledge that might offer them insight into what happened during the invasion and the fall of Phlan, that according to the former ghost guardian of Sokol Keep, the fallen high priest Ferran Martinez, was led by three unholy beings bestowed with wondrous powers by a magical pool, who were able to unite and keep the wild mix of monstrous and humanoid creatures in order. There must be a reason for this overwhelming army to have attacked Phlan and maybe knowing more about it will aid them in uncovering the mysterious "Boss" and defeat the remnants of the army that had conquered Phlan.
Thanee
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[smallcaps]Mantor's Library[/smallcaps]
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[smallcaps]Sixth Chapter of the Pool of Radiance campaign[/smallcaps]
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[smallcaps]Sixth Chapter of the Pool of Radiance campaign[/smallcaps]
1348 DR, Day 12 of Mirtul (spring)
The next morning brings news from the others, who have stayed behind in the old city quarters. Apparantly, they must have come back during the night or, more likely, during the earliest hours, since the large gate that seperates Civilized Phlan from the humanoid-infested areas, is closed at night. All you find is a scroll with a message.
It's signed by Selvaggio, Kylest and Thunder.
During breakfast you realize, that Aylor and Elmus are missing. Looking up into their rooms does not reveal much, other than that their stuff isn't there, and asking around, noone seems to have seen them leave. Whatever it is, it probably won't come to surface until they reappear, if they do.
Since thinking about it doesn't really help, the three adventurers that currently remain from the group, Eldwyn, Kordunn and the newly-acquainted Storm, finish their breakfast and begin preparations to set out towards the old library.
Once on the way, they figure that they might as well pay the City Hall a quick visit.
Near the entrance, where the notes and missions are posted, the trio of adventurers sees a man currently reading the announcements. They also note, that a new one has been posted recently.
Leif
Adventurer
Emagor
The man that you see reading the posted missions is about 6 feet and 1 inch tall, and weighs about 190 pounds. His hair is brown, and his face is clean-shaven, and he has a habit of wearing gold spectacles while he reads. When he's not reading, the spectacles are kept in a hard-sided case hanging from his belt. (His eyes are fine, this is just an affectation of Emagor’s.) Muscular, but quite slender, Emagor prefers to wear brightly colored clothes, his favorites being orange and yellow. He wears no armor, but does carry a shield of gray metal, and a fine Longsword hangs at his side. He also has two wands that are worn in a bandolier across his chest. The bandolier is adorned with arcane-looking symbols and sigils. He turns at your approach and says, "Ah, good, someone has come to help me to understand this. Where can a man go who wishes to adventure, but who does not know of any who wish to accompany him? Is there a guild for such around here? Or maybe you know of someone yourselves who is in need of a man such as myself? Oh, forgive me, please, I am called Emagor, and I am skilled with both spells and the blade.
You see, I have recently arrived here in New Phlan and my other plans don't seem to be working out too well. My intention was to seek out the Mage Denlor and see what secrets I might be able to learn from him in exchange for my service as his pupil and helper. But, evidently, he is either not interested in taking on an apprentice, or else he just doesn't like my look. Whatever the case may be, I have not even been able to arrange an interview with him yet, though I have made it known that I seek him. And, then, I saw these notices posted here quite by chance, and so I thought to myself that if I could associate myself with some other hardy souls that we might make a good go of some of this work. After all, New Phlan does need us, you know."
And so, at great length, the man who introduced himself as Emagor finally stops talking long enough to at least take a breath and let someone else get a word in edgewise.
The man that you see reading the posted missions is about 6 feet and 1 inch tall, and weighs about 190 pounds. His hair is brown, and his face is clean-shaven, and he has a habit of wearing gold spectacles while he reads. When he's not reading, the spectacles are kept in a hard-sided case hanging from his belt. (His eyes are fine, this is just an affectation of Emagor’s.) Muscular, but quite slender, Emagor prefers to wear brightly colored clothes, his favorites being orange and yellow. He wears no armor, but does carry a shield of gray metal, and a fine Longsword hangs at his side. He also has two wands that are worn in a bandolier across his chest. The bandolier is adorned with arcane-looking symbols and sigils. He turns at your approach and says, "Ah, good, someone has come to help me to understand this. Where can a man go who wishes to adventure, but who does not know of any who wish to accompany him? Is there a guild for such around here? Or maybe you know of someone yourselves who is in need of a man such as myself? Oh, forgive me, please, I am called Emagor, and I am skilled with both spells and the blade.
You see, I have recently arrived here in New Phlan and my other plans don't seem to be working out too well. My intention was to seek out the Mage Denlor and see what secrets I might be able to learn from him in exchange for my service as his pupil and helper. But, evidently, he is either not interested in taking on an apprentice, or else he just doesn't like my look. Whatever the case may be, I have not even been able to arrange an interview with him yet, though I have made it known that I seek him. And, then, I saw these notices posted here quite by chance, and so I thought to myself that if I could associate myself with some other hardy souls that we might make a good go of some of this work. After all, New Phlan does need us, you know."
And so, at great length, the man who introduced himself as Emagor finally stops talking long enough to at least take a breath and let someone else get a word in edgewise.
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Scotley
Hero
Eldwyn
A halfling riding a large dog considers Emagor's words and opens his mouth a couple of times as if to speak, but he refrains as the human continues to speak. When silence finally settles, the halfling is caught off-guard and it takes him a moment to speak. His voice is surprising rich and powerful given his small form. "Well met Emagor of the spell and blade. I am Eldwyn dirge singer of Urogalan." The halfling is well built and wearing a chain shirt along with a shield painted with a dark hound. The little somber fellow is loaded down with weapons. "While their may well be a guild of like minding adventurers, we are an independent group. I cannot speak for my companions, but I for one would welcome another to our little band. We've had a fair bit of success in the service of New Phlan." He seems rather more dour and serious than is the norm for his race, but his words suggest that he would be glad to have you join.
A halfling riding a large dog considers Emagor's words and opens his mouth a couple of times as if to speak, but he refrains as the human continues to speak. When silence finally settles, the halfling is caught off-guard and it takes him a moment to speak. His voice is surprising rich and powerful given his small form. "Well met Emagor of the spell and blade. I am Eldwyn dirge singer of Urogalan." The halfling is well built and wearing a chain shirt along with a shield painted with a dark hound. The little somber fellow is loaded down with weapons. "While their may well be a guild of like minding adventurers, we are an independent group. I cannot speak for my companions, but I for one would welcome another to our little band. We've had a fair bit of success in the service of New Phlan." He seems rather more dour and serious than is the norm for his race, but his words suggest that he would be glad to have you join.
Leif
Adventurer
Emagor
"Greetings and most hospitable salutations to you, Eldwyn, dirge singer of Urogalan! And blessings of peace and prosperity be upon your family forevermore. I would be most honored to accompany you, and lend my talents to the accomplishment of your tasks. For a fair share of the resulting loot, of course." The wicked gleam in Emagor's eyes when he mentions "loot" suggests that he is not, perhaps, as noble as he desires to appear.
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"Greetings and most hospitable salutations to you, Eldwyn, dirge singer of Urogalan! And blessings of peace and prosperity be upon your family forevermore. I would be most honored to accompany you, and lend my talents to the accomplishment of your tasks. For a fair share of the resulting loot, of course." The wicked gleam in Emagor's eyes when he mentions "loot" suggests that he is not, perhaps, as noble as he desires to appear.
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Scotley
Hero
Eldwyn
"We have found our excursions into the wilder parts of the city to be somewhat remunerative. I cannot promise that future missions will be as successful, but we do divide whatever spoils we find equally." Clearly, Eldwyn is not without his own desire for prosperity. "He gestures to the board, "anything good up there today? We've only recently returned and haven't checked the posting for a few days."
"We have found our excursions into the wilder parts of the city to be somewhat remunerative. I cannot promise that future missions will be as successful, but we do divide whatever spoils we find equally." Clearly, Eldwyn is not without his own desire for prosperity. "He gestures to the board, "anything good up there today? We've only recently returned and haven't checked the posting for a few days."
Thanee
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Looking over at the board, Eldwyn notices not one, but three new notes, each describing a mission offered by the council.
To the Missions...
To the Missions...
