Shackled City - Chapter III
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Majin
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Priestess Urikas nods, satisfied that you have agreed to help once more. "As for who would wish the city harm, that is the question," she answers Elyas. Turning to Zeric, she continued, "The high priest has been away for a few weeks now. He should be returning soon. I will most likely be receiving a sending from him soon with his progress.
"Now, if there are no more questions, I would like to move on to the subject of this elf you found beneath the ruins. Approach and give your testimony, mage. she says, expectantly, eyeing Leanthas.
"Now, if there are no more questions, I would like to move on to the subject of this elf you found beneath the ruins. Approach and give your testimony, mage. she says, expectantly, eyeing Leanthas.
Velmont
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The elven wizard approach and bow down before the high priestess.
"My name is Leanthantalas. I am a member of the house Lindisdale. But you can call me Leanthas, as it is easier to speak it in Common. The house Lindisdale is a house well seen in the elven court, and for now over a millinium, my house had at least one of his member as a court wizard. The present one his my father Sorielis. In my family, it is a tradition to teach to every member a knowledge. Once all the knowledge of the family have been transmitted, he has to continue to find more lore about it, so the family knowledges expand.
A century ago, the dwarves who lived in the city where they found me came to the elven court. To strengthen the alliance between our two nation, the elven king have decided to send one of his wizard to help the Thane to build his personal quaters, including his treasure room and a library to stock his books. My father have been chosen, as his field of study have been the architecture. His knowledge would be an edge in the task he was given, and at the same time, my father could learn more about the dwarven technics. My father took me as his assistant and we both left to the dwarven city. We work for a few years. We build the rooms, combining the dwarven skills with the elven magic. I havn't been part of all the construction, only doing the simple task so my father could concentrate on the difficult ones. Once the task done, my father have left and came back to the elven kingdom.
For my part, I remained in the dwarven city. I had been able to negotitate with the Thane an access to his library, where I could consult his books. My field of study is the myth and legends of this world. Many of these legend are child bed story. But among all those creative story lies a true story. Finding the truth behind centuries of storytelling and embellishment is not an easy task. And I was not familiar with the dwarven mythology. So, for months I start to read the books, a few hours, and then return to my quaters. With time, my hours of studies grow at the cost of meals and relaxation. This was possible because of a gift I had recieved during my youth."
Leanthas show his ring. He removes it, knowing that the magic of the ring will need the quarter of a moon cycle before reatunning to his body. That might be dangerous for his health, but he knew he had to leave no doubt on his story. He then cast a cantrip and the ring start to glow of a pale blue light. He then show some druidic runes inside ring.
"It has been given to me by a druid. The magic of this ring need around a week to attune to the body of the wearer. Once it did, the ring will sustain the body with all the nourishment it need. You don't need to drink or eat to live, but leave you a fealing of an empty stomach. It also help you to rest. A few hours become a good night of sleep. With the help of my magic, I was able to study over twenty hour at a time, generally falling asleep over a book. I was absorbed by the content of the books and I start to see no need to leave the library."
Leanthas puts back the ring to his finger.
"I can't tell you how much time I spend studying. Months, maybe years, but at one moment, I had found I was seeking and decided to leave. I knock at the door, but the guard who was suppose to open the door didn't answered. The library has been build so it would be sealed from the outside. Nothing can pass through the walls. A spell cast by my father renew the air, so someone can study the time he want without starting to suffocate. These conditions are perfect to preserve the fragile book. The problem, it is hard to be heard in the next room, which is the treasure room, and impossible to be heard from the Thane's chamber, the only access to the treasure room. The only mecanism to open the door was outside. If we had a mecanism that was able to open from both inside and outside, the seal would have been impossible to create. So I found myself trap in the librry. For some time, I tried every trick I had in my pocket or my spellbook to open my way outside, but the seal prevent me to do so. I finish to forget about it and just go back to my studies. I told myself that the dwarves would someday open it again, or some treasure hunters, as fromthe treasure room, the lever was pretty obvious. They only needed to find the treasure room, which would be more tricky.
Years have passed. I have the track of time, but it must be over fifty years I have been there... maybe a century. Then, the door finally open, and it was Zeric and Raven who was standing outside.
So that's my whole detail story. I hope it light any doubt anyone had on me."
Leanthas become silent and looks at the high priestess in the eyes to see if she was satisfy by his explanation.
"My name is Leanthantalas. I am a member of the house Lindisdale. But you can call me Leanthas, as it is easier to speak it in Common. The house Lindisdale is a house well seen in the elven court, and for now over a millinium, my house had at least one of his member as a court wizard. The present one his my father Sorielis. In my family, it is a tradition to teach to every member a knowledge. Once all the knowledge of the family have been transmitted, he has to continue to find more lore about it, so the family knowledges expand.
A century ago, the dwarves who lived in the city where they found me came to the elven court. To strengthen the alliance between our two nation, the elven king have decided to send one of his wizard to help the Thane to build his personal quaters, including his treasure room and a library to stock his books. My father have been chosen, as his field of study have been the architecture. His knowledge would be an edge in the task he was given, and at the same time, my father could learn more about the dwarven technics. My father took me as his assistant and we both left to the dwarven city. We work for a few years. We build the rooms, combining the dwarven skills with the elven magic. I havn't been part of all the construction, only doing the simple task so my father could concentrate on the difficult ones. Once the task done, my father have left and came back to the elven kingdom.
For my part, I remained in the dwarven city. I had been able to negotitate with the Thane an access to his library, where I could consult his books. My field of study is the myth and legends of this world. Many of these legend are child bed story. But among all those creative story lies a true story. Finding the truth behind centuries of storytelling and embellishment is not an easy task. And I was not familiar with the dwarven mythology. So, for months I start to read the books, a few hours, and then return to my quaters. With time, my hours of studies grow at the cost of meals and relaxation. This was possible because of a gift I had recieved during my youth."
Leanthas show his ring. He removes it, knowing that the magic of the ring will need the quarter of a moon cycle before reatunning to his body. That might be dangerous for his health, but he knew he had to leave no doubt on his story. He then cast a cantrip and the ring start to glow of a pale blue light. He then show some druidic runes inside ring.
"It has been given to me by a druid. The magic of this ring need around a week to attune to the body of the wearer. Once it did, the ring will sustain the body with all the nourishment it need. You don't need to drink or eat to live, but leave you a fealing of an empty stomach. It also help you to rest. A few hours become a good night of sleep. With the help of my magic, I was able to study over twenty hour at a time, generally falling asleep over a book. I was absorbed by the content of the books and I start to see no need to leave the library."
Leanthas puts back the ring to his finger.
"I can't tell you how much time I spend studying. Months, maybe years, but at one moment, I had found I was seeking and decided to leave. I knock at the door, but the guard who was suppose to open the door didn't answered. The library has been build so it would be sealed from the outside. Nothing can pass through the walls. A spell cast by my father renew the air, so someone can study the time he want without starting to suffocate. These conditions are perfect to preserve the fragile book. The problem, it is hard to be heard in the next room, which is the treasure room, and impossible to be heard from the Thane's chamber, the only access to the treasure room. The only mecanism to open the door was outside. If we had a mecanism that was able to open from both inside and outside, the seal would have been impossible to create. So I found myself trap in the librry. For some time, I tried every trick I had in my pocket or my spellbook to open my way outside, but the seal prevent me to do so. I finish to forget about it and just go back to my studies. I told myself that the dwarves would someday open it again, or some treasure hunters, as fromthe treasure room, the lever was pretty obvious. They only needed to find the treasure room, which would be more tricky.
Years have passed. I have the track of time, but it must be over fifty years I have been there... maybe a century. Then, the door finally open, and it was Zeric and Raven who was standing outside.
So that's my whole detail story. I hope it light any doubt anyone had on me."
Leanthas become silent and looks at the high priestess in the eyes to see if she was satisfy by his explanation.
Majin
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Jenya sits patiently, listening to Leanthas' lengthy tale. When he is finished, she does not sit silent long, before turning her head to regard the rest of the party. "In the little time that you have known him, can any of you speak for his trustworthiness? Has he acted peculiar upon being released from his seemingly trapped state? Has he done anything at all to warrant further suspicion?" she asks, as she turns back to Leanthas and begins watching him intently.
hippocrachus
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Considering himself a master of Dwarven Lore, having grown up in a Dwarven Kingdom, Orpheus listens to Leanthas' tale with much interest.
Fifty years of study probably puts him in league with any master skald back home... he thinks to himself with a bit of envy. But he had no one to answer his questions and explain it to him, never one to be outdone. Everyone knows dwarves hate orcs. Few know why.
When Urikas asks if Leanthas' story checks out, Orpheus is the first to pipe in.
"Nothing he says is impossible, and therefore we have no reason to distrust him."
He turns to Leanthas.
"If you are truly a Dwarven Loremaster, you will know this piece by heart," the bard says in Dwarven to the elf. Pulling out his lyre, Orpheus plays an old instrumental Dwarven war eulogy. One of the greatest ever written.
When he is done playing, he looks to Leanthas to name it.
[sblock]Well Velmont, if you choose to play along, just come up with a name. Otherwise, Orpheus will not vouch for Leanthas...
I wanted to ask him something like: "What is the Summoning Dark?" but I think blatant plagarism is a bit dangerous...
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Fifty years of study probably puts him in league with any master skald back home... he thinks to himself with a bit of envy. But he had no one to answer his questions and explain it to him, never one to be outdone. Everyone knows dwarves hate orcs. Few know why.
When Urikas asks if Leanthas' story checks out, Orpheus is the first to pipe in.
"Nothing he says is impossible, and therefore we have no reason to distrust him."
He turns to Leanthas.
"If you are truly a Dwarven Loremaster, you will know this piece by heart," the bard says in Dwarven to the elf. Pulling out his lyre, Orpheus plays an old instrumental Dwarven war eulogy. One of the greatest ever written.
When he is done playing, he looks to Leanthas to name it.
[sblock]Well Velmont, if you choose to play along, just come up with a name. Otherwise, Orpheus will not vouch for Leanthas...
I wanted to ask him something like: "What is the Summoning Dark?" but I think blatant plagarism is a bit dangerous...
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Manzanita
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Raven has just about everything she needs. She gives the throwing axes away to be sold. She also spends some time attaching a leather strap to her greataxe, so she can sling it across her back when she's using her crossbow. She lacks the scope of history or interest in elven or dwarven culture to get very interested in Leanthas' trial. She watches with vague interest and rests up for their next adventure.
Velmont
First Post
Leanthas listen to Orpheus music. Once the music died, leaving some silence, Leathas replies to the half-elf "I never told I was a dwarven loremaster. I told I have been interested in legend and myth, the folklore of the world. That field contain many stories that are mainly just that stories. But underneath, you can usually find a base of truth in it. It is what I seek, to find those legends and the truth behind. My family had many books of folklore, but mainly from elven and humans source. The dwarven section was containing only a few books. That's why I stayed in the library, studying.
[SBLOCK]OOC: The player doesn't know the reason, but the character knows, so he will invent one, but if there is a more official reason, tell it, and I'll edit. I am curious to know where come the dwarven bonus against orcs in combat.[/SBLOCK]
The name of your song is Darnen Gerr. I don't know the Common translation for the name of the song, I've heard it only once. It is known that the events told in the song would be where the enmity between the orcs and the dwarves have started. I would suggest you to read Strategy and Warfare, written by Dragen Stromrock. It is among the book I have brought back. It talk about a shamefull event for the dwarves that happen a decade before the Darnen Gerr. It isn't clear enough, and I'll need to find more reference, but I think the enmity between the two races come from that time and the Darnen Gerr being only a consequence of that enmity. The dwarves are a proud race and would never allow themselves to be beaten as they have been during that time.
I could give you more detail, but I think not everyone is interested to hear it, so I'll come back to the subject we are here: me. To answer Alinis, I am from the nation of Celene. Following a series of event, the nation have close themselves to other nations. That's another reason why I couldn't follow my study at the capital, as very few travellers from outside the nation was allowed to come to the court."
[SBLOCK]OOC: I found a far from being official website describing some events in Greyhawk. An elven nation would have been driven off the Vesve forest and many would have travel up to Celene, and some time before Vecna would have been vanquish, the Celene would have sealed there border... I don't know where and when Shackled city happen in Greyhawk, but that was fitting well the motivation of Leanthas wanting to leave his home to seek more knowledge outside the borders.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK]OOC: The player doesn't know the reason, but the character knows, so he will invent one, but if there is a more official reason, tell it, and I'll edit. I am curious to know where come the dwarven bonus against orcs in combat.[/SBLOCK]
The name of your song is Darnen Gerr. I don't know the Common translation for the name of the song, I've heard it only once. It is known that the events told in the song would be where the enmity between the orcs and the dwarves have started. I would suggest you to read Strategy and Warfare, written by Dragen Stromrock. It is among the book I have brought back. It talk about a shamefull event for the dwarves that happen a decade before the Darnen Gerr. It isn't clear enough, and I'll need to find more reference, but I think the enmity between the two races come from that time and the Darnen Gerr being only a consequence of that enmity. The dwarves are a proud race and would never allow themselves to be beaten as they have been during that time.
I could give you more detail, but I think not everyone is interested to hear it, so I'll come back to the subject we are here: me. To answer Alinis, I am from the nation of Celene. Following a series of event, the nation have close themselves to other nations. That's another reason why I couldn't follow my study at the capital, as very few travellers from outside the nation was allowed to come to the court."
[SBLOCK]OOC: I found a far from being official website describing some events in Greyhawk. An elven nation would have been driven off the Vesve forest and many would have travel up to Celene, and some time before Vecna would have been vanquish, the Celene would have sealed there border... I don't know where and when Shackled city happen in Greyhawk, but that was fitting well the motivation of Leanthas wanting to leave his home to seek more knowledge outside the borders.[/SBLOCK]
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Dhes
Explorer
“I don’t see how anyone that does nothing but read books can be a danger. What’s the worst thing he could do? …throw a book at people.” Elyas takes of his backpack and rummages inside for a bit, finally pulling out a locked leather-bound book and hands it to Leanthas. “Here, you’ll like this. We found it in the dungeon; we didn’t get it open yet, so I don’t know what’s in it.”
[sblock]Ooc: naming the song “Flowing dark” would be real blatant plagiarism.[/sblock]
[sblock]Ooc: naming the song “Flowing dark” would be real blatant plagiarism.[/sblock]
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