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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 7920473" data-attributes="member: 2012">OLD CITY:Custodio bows to Kaleb's father and adds, "It is an honor to meet you, Lord Master of the Sword.""Hmm," he looks Tim up and down. "I'm not aware of that order of knights, which means you are a foreigner." He makes note of Tim's weapon. "And a well-armed one, at that.""Father!" Kaleb objects."Oh, I meant no offense," he says while starting down Custodio. "Do I know you? Your name sounds familiar.""I am a member of the Bluffside Elite, Lord Raupach. Although I am currently assigned away from the guard.""Ah yes, the excommunicado soldier who was partly responsible for the mess in New City." He notes the look on Custodio's face. "No, no! I realize it was a dangerous situation and things were completely out of anyone's control. But if you think the Elite are going to let you reenter their ranks without some sort of trial, you are seriously mistaken.""Father!""Quiet!" Lord Raupach chastises his youngest young. "One more outburst and you'll feel the lash, wounds or no wounds!"Silence falls for seconds."Yes father, I am sorry." The boy nods. "I should go lie down.""Heal quickly, my boy," Lord Raupach adds. "You cannot bring glory to our family on your back."Without another word, Oskar caries his brother into the manor house. Once they are out of earshot, Lord Raupach sighs and shakes his head. "By the look of those wounds, he's going to need a lot of rest. I will have Adeline tend to him the next time she visits me."All of a sudden, he looks much older as he reaches for a cane leaning against the door frame. He barely makes it to an old chair under a shade tree. "Ah, my boys. They are strong but reckless. Still, they are all I have in this world.""What ails you, Lord Raupach? Perhaps I can help?" Custodio offers."Nay, no one can do anything for me. My sickness isn't curable by any means in this world." He pauses. "Well, no cure known to the healers in this city or even the elves of the Coldwind Forest. And I am too old to hunt for a cure in some far-off land." He looks at each of you. "I am sorry if my harsh words cut you. I don't want Kaleb an Oskar to see me wasting away. So, I snipe at them and others as I once did in my vigor.""Think nothing of it, Lord Raupach.""Good." He smiles and tps his cane on the ground. "Now, I need to rest and you need to find the renegade. Oh, and the next time you see the Lord Commander, let him know the offer to come to dinner still stands."UNDERCITY:"Divinations like that aren't really my specialty," Jam replies. "Oh sure, I can identify magic items, but most of my ilk can do that." He pauses. "I'm assuming you mean legend lore." He pauses again to pet the dire cat. "Now, if you could describe this creature to me, I might be able to tell you what it is and isn't. Of course, seeing it would make it easier but I can't leave The Tale to go hunting monsters in the Gardens." He shakes his head."No, if you need someone to cast that particular spell, you'll need to seek out either Finus Lomusin or Harvess Mortin." He pauses again. "And I'm sure Master Hassenforth of the Teacher's Library could cast it for you. If he doesn't have it prepared for today, he could pray for it tomorrow."Relgar's ears perk up at the mention of Master Hassenforth. He remembers that the cleric of the Great Teacher met with him and his previous companions. When was that again? In the old Growers Tower, maybe?[ooc] Sorry that the game has dragged recently. I've been dealing with a lot of family issues and considerable pain. I had an incident on a local bus a couple weeks ago. The driver pulled away before I sat down and I was pitched against the bus's bench seat. So, I've added that pain to the chronic pain I already deal with. It's put me in a foul mood. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown    :("  data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" />For something to do, you can roll a Knowledge (local) check for Relgar to remember exactly when and where you met Master Hassenforth. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />[/ooc]TEMPLE DISTRICT:"Del Cannitha is a foreigner. He is an expat from a city-state far to the south known as Khasan. He was cast out of his family, if the rumors I've heard are true. He or his followers directly caused the disaster in New City, which led to the decree of martial law." He shakes his head. "It was overkill. The Five caused more suffering instead of letting the healers gain a stronger foothold in that district."Sir Silvon paces back and forth as he continues. "This monster who caused it all had set himself up as a simple custodian in a new inn that was to open in New City. He killed several young adventurers and tried to kill their replacements. They were hired by by a lord known as Rande Mateû; Phelix worked for Lord Mateû under the name Felix Yoxall. The lord knew nothing of his employee's true motives or plans. It was what rogues like to call 'a long con'. Del Cannitha seems to be obsessed with hidden underground cellars and oubliettes."The paladin stops pacing. "He tried to set fire to the inn with a fireball spell. His minions caused an explosion that wiped out an entire section of New City's outer wall and killed hundreds of people including guards and citizens alike." He is nearly at the point of shouting. He sighs and settles himself. "Del Cannitha allied himself with an infamous mercenary group known as The Rising Swords, and he has his own fanatical soldiers that call themselves Loyalists."He turns at looks at Breva square in the eyes. "If you encounter him or his followers, do not underestimate them."</blockquote>

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