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<blockquote data-quote="Kishin" data-source="post: 2903735" data-attributes="member: 40956"><p>Izril's eyes gleam faintly, two chips of obsidian in an alabaster frame. "<span style="color: SEAGREEN">I knew not your father, boy, but your honesty is refreshing, and speaks well for your integrity. You are welcome among our number</span>." The dark-eyed Elf smiles faintly at Wen.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: Sienna">Green as summer grass</span>." Nakaz grunts quietly to himself.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SEAGREEN">As for you, sir Horat</span>," Izril continues, turning his attention to the second of the two newcomers, "<span style="color: SEAGREEN">I am unsurprised to hear that Grell once sired a bastard, and should hardly think that you are the only such one he begat. I pray you have not inherited some of his less...appealing traits, though your manner marks you as more and clever than I ever believed him to be</span>." Izril's words are blunt and without emotion, more recitation of fact than scathing invective. <span style="color: SEAGREEN">"Either way, the Captain seems to have placed his faith in you, so I would be a fool not to do the same</span>."</p><p></p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SEAGREEN">Now that our friends have established themselves as such for the time being, let us get straight to the point, as was suggested. I regret to say that Ixen'vaerirlym is wrong. Our Captain will most likely not be joining us for this endeavor, judging by hs words to me</span>," Izril produces a sheet of parchment from a pouch at his side, holding it up for emphasis. <span style="color: SEAGREEN">"Fortunately, he was good enough to leave us with as clear an explanation of our task as we could hope for, given the circumstances. Hardly ideal intelligence, but sufficient to the task nontheless</span>. "</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SEAGREEN">Four years ago, in the final days of the Last War, a small airship known as <em>the Stormrunner</em> departed from somewhere in western Breland, Sharn, perhaps, bound for Metrol. The ship never made it to its intended destination. According to the Captain, it went down somewhere at the edge of the northernmost extent of the Seawall Mountains, some 200 miles south of here." Izril puts one finger down on the location indicated map spread out across the table. Originally, as a stipulation of our contract with Cyre, a small group of Ravens were to be detached to the location as we travelled north to join our new employers in order to retrive the ship's cargo and transport it to Metrol via an overland route. As most of us well know, the ambush we faced at the hands of House Deneith's Blademarks prevented us from doing such, and, with Cyre destroyed in the Mourning, there was nowhere for us to deliver the items even if we did retrieve them. Thus, the task was abandoned with the dissolution of our unit.</span>"</p><p></p><p>Izril steeples his fingers together, bringing them briefly in front of his face before speaking once again. "<span style="color: SEAGREEN">Presumably, the wreckage of the <em>Stormrunner</em> and its cargo have languished there amidst the mountains, forgotten, since then. It does not seem to be such an impossibility; Whoever attached this strange corollary to our contract most likely died in the Mourning. Things seem to have changed, however. The Captain has requested that we renew our efforts to retrieve the ship's cargo, and once found, bring it to one Ederic d'Cannith, presently residing in New Cyre, whereupon we are to be well paid for our efforts. Since the Captain has graciously provided me with an approximation of the location in which the ship crashed, all that remains for us now is to go there and collect them. Of course, this is hardly a risk-free undertaking. In entering this region of the Seawalls, we will effectively be crossing the Brelish border into Darguun well away from any major road or thoroughfare</span>." </p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: DarkRed">The goblin clans who live in those mountains aren't likely to be happy with us sneaking around up there.</span>" Edaura observes. </p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SEAGREEN">Precisely. If we take care, however, we should be able to stay below their notice. Dividing our number should serve this purpose adequately. The six of you and the four of us shall take separate paths into the mountains once we arrive.</span>" Izril replies smoothly.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SandyBrown">You've certainly thought this through, brother</span>." Arlas notes with a wry smile.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SEAGREEN">Indeed. Now that our purpose is clear, have you any questions? If not, I suggest you take a day to ready yourselves, if you are still willing. We leave at our earliest possible convenience. I have arranged to provide horses for any of those who lack them.</span>."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kishin, post: 2903735, member: 40956"] Izril's eyes gleam faintly, two chips of obsidian in an alabaster frame. "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]I knew not your father, boy, but your honesty is refreshing, and speaks well for your integrity. You are welcome among our number[/COLOR]." The dark-eyed Elf smiles faintly at Wen. "[COLOR=Sienna]Green as summer grass[/COLOR]." Nakaz grunts quietly to himself. "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]As for you, sir Horat[/COLOR]," Izril continues, turning his attention to the second of the two newcomers, "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]I am unsurprised to hear that Grell once sired a bastard, and should hardly think that you are the only such one he begat. I pray you have not inherited some of his less...appealing traits, though your manner marks you as more and clever than I ever believed him to be[/COLOR]." Izril's words are blunt and without emotion, more recitation of fact than scathing invective. [COLOR=SEAGREEN]"Either way, the Captain seems to have placed his faith in you, so I would be a fool not to do the same[/COLOR]." "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]Now that our friends have established themselves as such for the time being, let us get straight to the point, as was suggested. I regret to say that Ixen'vaerirlym is wrong. Our Captain will most likely not be joining us for this endeavor, judging by hs words to me[/COLOR]," Izril produces a sheet of parchment from a pouch at his side, holding it up for emphasis. [COLOR=SEAGREEN]"Fortunately, he was good enough to leave us with as clear an explanation of our task as we could hope for, given the circumstances. Hardly ideal intelligence, but sufficient to the task nontheless[/COLOR]. " "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]Four years ago, in the final days of the Last War, a small airship known as [I]the Stormrunner[/I] departed from somewhere in western Breland, Sharn, perhaps, bound for Metrol. The ship never made it to its intended destination. According to the Captain, it went down somewhere at the edge of the northernmost extent of the Seawall Mountains, some 200 miles south of here." Izril puts one finger down on the location indicated map spread out across the table. Originally, as a stipulation of our contract with Cyre, a small group of Ravens were to be detached to the location as we travelled north to join our new employers in order to retrive the ship's cargo and transport it to Metrol via an overland route. As most of us well know, the ambush we faced at the hands of House Deneith's Blademarks prevented us from doing such, and, with Cyre destroyed in the Mourning, there was nowhere for us to deliver the items even if we did retrieve them. Thus, the task was abandoned with the dissolution of our unit.[/COLOR]" Izril steeples his fingers together, bringing them briefly in front of his face before speaking once again. "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]Presumably, the wreckage of the [I]Stormrunner[/I] and its cargo have languished there amidst the mountains, forgotten, since then. It does not seem to be such an impossibility; Whoever attached this strange corollary to our contract most likely died in the Mourning. Things seem to have changed, however. The Captain has requested that we renew our efforts to retrieve the ship's cargo, and once found, bring it to one Ederic d'Cannith, presently residing in New Cyre, whereupon we are to be well paid for our efforts. Since the Captain has graciously provided me with an approximation of the location in which the ship crashed, all that remains for us now is to go there and collect them. Of course, this is hardly a risk-free undertaking. In entering this region of the Seawalls, we will effectively be crossing the Brelish border into Darguun well away from any major road or thoroughfare[/COLOR]." "[COLOR=DarkRed]The goblin clans who live in those mountains aren't likely to be happy with us sneaking around up there.[/COLOR]" Edaura observes. "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]Precisely. If we take care, however, we should be able to stay below their notice. Dividing our number should serve this purpose adequately. The six of you and the four of us shall take separate paths into the mountains once we arrive.[/COLOR]" Izril replies smoothly. "[COLOR=SandyBrown]You've certainly thought this through, brother[/COLOR]." Arlas notes with a wry smile. "[COLOR=SEAGREEN]Indeed. Now that our purpose is clear, have you any questions? If not, I suggest you take a day to ready yourselves, if you are still willing. We leave at our earliest possible convenience. I have arranged to provide horses for any of those who lack them.[/COLOR]." [/QUOTE]
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