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It's somewhat nice for me that both of these Story Hours updated on my birthday.
Shemmy's Planescape Storyhour #2 (Updated x3 10-17-07)
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The introduction is nearing its conclusion! (I just wanted to say that.) Though we're still on a cliffhanger.
Admit it, the beholder was because they avoided confrontation with the dragons and then again with the medusaes.
Speaking of confrontation with the beholder, I think Inva dove, rather than doze.
Admit it, the beholder was because they avoided confrontation with the dragons and then again with the medusaes.
Speaking of confrontation with the beholder, I think Inva dove, rather than doze.
Shemeska
Adventurer
End of the Beginning
The stood in a room, no longer composed of the ubiquitous metal, no longer dripping with Styx effluvium, and no longer cold, and with air no longer bottled and stale. The chamber was brilliantly lit by the warm glow of magic, the walls paneled in wood and finely cut stone. A mosaic glyph dominated the center of the floor, a focus for the gate, planeshift, or teleport through which they had just passed. The only exit from the room was a single wooden door.
“Please step off of the glyph.” The woman said in a firm but patient voice.
“Where are we?” Velkyn asked.
She motioned them forward with a slight wave of her hand.
“Somewhere else,” She said. “The exact location of which I’m not at liberty to say. But, as I said, our mutual employer is waiting to speak with you in the study just through that door ahead of us. He can explain things much more clearly than I can.”
“I never caught your name…” Victor said, pausing to allow their escort to answer.
“Aspaseka.” She said. “That works for the moment. I’ll spare you any dreadful titles or lineage based surnames. I never had much use for them myself.”
She opened the door for them and gestured politely, finally seeming to relax, given that they hadn’t been argumentative or violent after being retrieved from their little test. The warm scent of sandalwood incense drifted forwards on the warm rush of air and golden light that escaped through the open door.
“And this,” Aspaseka said. “Is where I take my leave of you. I’ve other duties to attend to, but I’m likely to be seeing you again in the near future.”
She gave a short bow and a warmer smile as she continued to let go of her earlier mood of curt caution. And with that, she gestured with her hands and vanished.
There was a cough from the room beyond the open door as someone cleared their throat.
“Please come in.” A middle-aged male voice said in slightly accented common.
They filed into the chamber that was very obviously the study of a wizard. And indeed, the man seated across from them behind a walnut desk, was dressed in burgundy and gold wizard’s robes, and the room’s accoutrements bespoke of a conjurer.
Chairs for each of his guests had been arranged in front of the wizard’s desk, and bookcases and paintings of various legendary creatures lines the walls. A golden birdcage hung off to one side with a wall of force in its center separating an imp and a quasit from one another. An exotic, rainbow plumed songbird sat on a perch on the other side of the chamber, near to another, partially covered cage that contained a coiled and softly hissing shadow viper. The wizard had no familiar apparent, though in the room’s far right corner, there was a spot where it might have sat: a pile of plumped cushions, toys, a skull, and other objects showing evidence of having been gnawed or toyed with littered the area.
“Take a seat. You’ve performed admirably and I must congratulate you.” The nameless wizard said to them, gesturing out his arms to encourage them to be at home and comfortable.
He was in his middle years, though it might have been an illusion or an assumed form. For all they knew, the man was a six thousand year old lich. His long, white blond hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and his eyes were dark brown, nearly black. The accent and ethnicity apparent from his features didn’t immediately remind them of any particular prime world.
“So…” Ankita said.
“Well met,” Inva said. “Before you explain to us what all is what here, what should I call you, my apparent employer?”
“My name?” The wizard asked as he smoked a puff of tobacco from a pipe in one hand. “What works for you? Benefactor? Nameless stranger who almost got us all killed? Rich fool who likes to watch people struggle?
Myrusol the Beneficent was the last name that I took upon and used in public, so I figure that works as best as any.”
He turned his head and exhaled a stream of smoke towards the perpetually agitated imp and quasit like some sort of mocking oriental dragon.
“Myself, or agents in my employ approached all of you separately during the past two weeks. While you don’t remember it at the moment, we gave you our terms of employment, and informed you of our desire to test your level of skill, your ability to perform well in a group, and under duress. You all agreed to our terms, and your signatures you saw in the book earlier, those were indeed your own.”
“Did you approach my brother and I together?” Victor asked curiously.
“No actually,” Was the reply. “We came to an agreement with you each separately, roughly four days apart. But as all of you, and a number of others were all contacted in a pool during the same period of time, we tested you together once we discovered your relation to one another.”
“So, why don’t we remember any of this?” Ankita asked.
“Dilute Styx water.” Myrusol stated bluntly. “The effect is temporary, and outside of a few hours of weakness and malaise initially, there aren’t any long term effects. Some of you we did have to tweak the strength of the mixture simply to affect you though.”
“You in particular Phaedra.” The wizard said to Ankita telepathically, without singling her out by looking at her. She hadn’t told the others of her nature, and true identity, and her employer seemed to respect that decision entirely.
“Thank you for not making light of what I am” She replied to him.
“If you are working for me, I grant a certain expected level of respect and privacy. Likewise I expect the same once I send you out on any specific task, but the particulars of our working relationship will be handled at a later date. Aspaseka, who has been working for me for some time now, will fill you in on that later. But regardless, you are welcome, though eventually you will need to tell the others what you are.”
“So what do you want us to do for you, now that I assume we’ve passed your tests?” Marcus asked.
“Oh, you’ve passed with flying colors.” The wizard replied as he then glanced at Inva. “I particularly enjoyed that stunt with the giant. Very cute.”
The tiefling gave a polite nod of her head. Behind her, her tail twitched in self-satisfied enjoyment.
“Now, to answer a lingering question on at least some of your minds, your retainer that you all agreed upon ahead of time, and whatever bonus I decide to add, will be deposited in the 1st Bank of Grenpoli, in that particular Baatezu city. Of course, if that proves inconvenient, or distasteful to you, you may withdraw your payments from its associated branches in Rigus, Center, or Portent.”
Inva looked at the others. “Told you I was getting paid for this…”
Their employer chuckled.
“I will be in touch with you over the next week once I’ve decided what to hire you to do for me given your performance. As I said, I liked what I saw, and suffice to say, you’ve garnered yourself employment, as promised when we discussed terms and conditions earlier.”
They politely nodded and the wizard stood up and shook each of their hands.
“Collect your payment and relax for a time till I have Aspaseka contact you. This is unlikely to be as direct as telling you to do a certain thing and expecting it to be done immediately and without dissent. I don’t work that way. More likely you’ll be presented with a number of tasks, and you can choose which among them most suits your abilities, and doesn’t conflict with any pre-existing loyalties or ideologies you might have.”
“Not bad at all.” Victor said.
“Now, unless you have other questions for the moment, I’ve said what I immediately have to say.” Myrusol stated. “Where can I send you?”
“Well, I’m probably going to be visiting my place in Sigil at some point.” Ankita said. “But otherwise, I don’t have anywhere pressing to go.”
“Sending you directly from here into Sigil isn’t exactly on my, or anyone else’s scale of power.” Myrusol replied with a chuckle.
“Well, I’m up for going to collect our payment eventually.” Velkyn said. “But those are major cities, so finding a gate to them won’t be difficult.”
“I own an estate on the outskirts of Tradegate.” Marcus said. “I’d be more than willing to put you up as my guests for as long as we’ll be waiting.”
None of them could think of any reason to really object to the offer.
“And from Tradegate it’s only a gate away from Sigil,” Velkyn said. “And from there pretty much any of those cities are within reach.”
Myrusol whispered under his breath and drew his hand not clutching his pipe in a loose circle. The air hummed with magic and a swirling vortex of light appeared to one side of his desk. In its cage, the shadow viper hissed its displeasure at the illumination and slithered out of sight.
“That should put you near to the center of the city,” The wizard said. “Roughly a block away from the gate to Sigil if I recall the layout of the streets from the last time I was there.”
With nothing more to be said, and many of their questions answered, they said their last polite thanks to their newfound employer, and stepped through the gate.
“You already decided on what tasks to offer them. You had that planned out a week ago.” The portal drake said as it peered up at its master.
Myrusol glanced down at his familiar as the glow of the gate faded from the room.
“It gives them time to get to know each other before we throw them into the fire, so to speak. The brothers need time to reacquaint, the arcanaloth and lupinal’s child needs to reveal to the others what she is, though the half-drow is aware already. Plus, if they have time to sit and relax, any problems of personality will become apparent to them, and to us. I don’t want problems to simply appear later when I could find them out now.”
“So will they be working for you or the others?” The drake asked curiously.
“They were my catches, so to speak, and they’ll be working largely for me. But the others have their own aims, and I’m perfectly willing to let them drift between ourselves in terms of their tasks. They’ll have choices in what they do, free will in what tasks they accept or decline.”
“How kind of you.” The miniature dragon said with a laugh. “‘Burn down the orphanage in Excelsior or blight the crop in the Tir, choose between these two!’”
“Oh please.” Myrusol said. “I’m hardly a Baatezu, and it does me nothing to have them betray any morals they might still hold to. I’m a businessman, an employer seeking to cultivate a base of skilled talent who holds genuine loyalty to me, even if they don’t see the big picture or know my ultimate goals.”
“Always the selfless one you.” The familiar retorted.
Myrusol took a deep puff from his pipe before blowing a ring of smoke at the drake as it lounged upon a cushion and gnawed playfully on the lower jaw of a skull.
“They’ll be offered the Torilian job, perhaps finding and retrieving that particular Glabrezu that was pissing us off recently, or digging around on Celestia for a bit of the Archons’ shame.”
“Shamed Archons,” The portal drake said a few times, tasting the way the words rolled off its flickering tongue. “You really –are- sounding like a Baatezu now.”
Myrusol reverted to his natural form with a flicker of thought and blew another ring of smoke at the fickle little drake.
“We’ll see how it goes.” He said in Infernal. “All three of them will need to be done at some point. I have time, and I have patience. Revenge makes it all worth the wait you know.”
“Gnomes…everywhere…” Inva said disparagingly as she glanced around the streets of Tradegate.
“It’s a nice town.” Marcus said. “My place is about a twenty minute walk from here, maybe less.”
“Well, how about I meet you back there later?” Ankita said as she pointed to the portal to Sigil. “There’s no line for the gate right now, and I should stop back and say hello to my folks. At least one of them is going to be curious as to where I’ve been.”
Inva raised an eyebrow.
“Same here.” Velkyn said. “I’m going to need to hit Sigil at some point in the near future. But right now I’m more interested in picking up our payment.”
The half-drow lowered his voice. “And moving it to a less fiendish bank…”
“And what’s wrong with fiendish banks?” Inva asked.
“Genpoli… Baatezu…” He replied. “No thanks.”
“Center…” Ankita said with a shudder. “Too many Yugoloths. Far too many Yugoloths. Portent, same problem.”
“And Rigus?” Inva prodded.
“That’s where I’ll be going to transfer the cash to another bank, or just to pick it up.” Velkyn replied.
Marcus nodded. “Well at least let me give you directions to my estate so you can join back up with us later.”
Ankita shrugged. “Well, since Velk and I both need to hit Sigil at some point, I’ll just go with him to Rigus, and we’ll both go to Sigil before coming back here. It shouldn’t take us long at all.”
“You ever been to Rigus?” Inva asked.
“No.” Velkyn said. “Why?”
“We’ll be waiting here for you then whenever you finally get back.” The tiefling said with a chuckle. “And I’ll join back up with you later as well. I’ll show up when I show up. I’ve got some random things to look into.”
More like looking into who some people –are-, and just –what- some people are, Inva thought to herself as she headed towards the gate to Sigil.
“Well then, we’ll see you later I guess.” Marcus said to Inva “The servants typically keep rooms prepared for any guests, and usually have some food warm for when I might show up with anyone intending to visit.”
Marcus looked to Velkyn and Ankita, then motioned to his brother and their mutual cohorts.
“Hell, I’ve been to Rigus before. We should all go together. Trust me on this...”
And so they went their separate ways. Inva started to dig her way into Velkyn and Ankita’s identity and the others stepped into Sigil with the intent of using its known gate to Rigus. At least, that was the intent.
No sooner had they stepped through the swirling portal to the City of Doors however, when Ankita’s, really Phaedra’s ears, twitched with the incoming preamble of a contingent sending spell. Her father had it trigger the moment she walked into the city like a magical welcome wagon.
“Welcome back to Sigil Phaedra. I’m simply curious how you’re doing, and so if you don’t mind sparing your father a few minutes of your time, I’d love to see how you are and to catch up on things. Stop by the Friendly Fiend if you happen to find the time.”
The stood in a room, no longer composed of the ubiquitous metal, no longer dripping with Styx effluvium, and no longer cold, and with air no longer bottled and stale. The chamber was brilliantly lit by the warm glow of magic, the walls paneled in wood and finely cut stone. A mosaic glyph dominated the center of the floor, a focus for the gate, planeshift, or teleport through which they had just passed. The only exit from the room was a single wooden door.
“Please step off of the glyph.” The woman said in a firm but patient voice.
“Where are we?” Velkyn asked.
She motioned them forward with a slight wave of her hand.
“Somewhere else,” She said. “The exact location of which I’m not at liberty to say. But, as I said, our mutual employer is waiting to speak with you in the study just through that door ahead of us. He can explain things much more clearly than I can.”
“I never caught your name…” Victor said, pausing to allow their escort to answer.
“Aspaseka.” She said. “That works for the moment. I’ll spare you any dreadful titles or lineage based surnames. I never had much use for them myself.”
She opened the door for them and gestured politely, finally seeming to relax, given that they hadn’t been argumentative or violent after being retrieved from their little test. The warm scent of sandalwood incense drifted forwards on the warm rush of air and golden light that escaped through the open door.
“And this,” Aspaseka said. “Is where I take my leave of you. I’ve other duties to attend to, but I’m likely to be seeing you again in the near future.”
She gave a short bow and a warmer smile as she continued to let go of her earlier mood of curt caution. And with that, she gestured with her hands and vanished.
There was a cough from the room beyond the open door as someone cleared their throat.
“Please come in.” A middle-aged male voice said in slightly accented common.
They filed into the chamber that was very obviously the study of a wizard. And indeed, the man seated across from them behind a walnut desk, was dressed in burgundy and gold wizard’s robes, and the room’s accoutrements bespoke of a conjurer.
Chairs for each of his guests had been arranged in front of the wizard’s desk, and bookcases and paintings of various legendary creatures lines the walls. A golden birdcage hung off to one side with a wall of force in its center separating an imp and a quasit from one another. An exotic, rainbow plumed songbird sat on a perch on the other side of the chamber, near to another, partially covered cage that contained a coiled and softly hissing shadow viper. The wizard had no familiar apparent, though in the room’s far right corner, there was a spot where it might have sat: a pile of plumped cushions, toys, a skull, and other objects showing evidence of having been gnawed or toyed with littered the area.
“Take a seat. You’ve performed admirably and I must congratulate you.” The nameless wizard said to them, gesturing out his arms to encourage them to be at home and comfortable.
He was in his middle years, though it might have been an illusion or an assumed form. For all they knew, the man was a six thousand year old lich. His long, white blond hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and his eyes were dark brown, nearly black. The accent and ethnicity apparent from his features didn’t immediately remind them of any particular prime world.
“So…” Ankita said.
“Well met,” Inva said. “Before you explain to us what all is what here, what should I call you, my apparent employer?”
“My name?” The wizard asked as he smoked a puff of tobacco from a pipe in one hand. “What works for you? Benefactor? Nameless stranger who almost got us all killed? Rich fool who likes to watch people struggle?
Myrusol the Beneficent was the last name that I took upon and used in public, so I figure that works as best as any.”
He turned his head and exhaled a stream of smoke towards the perpetually agitated imp and quasit like some sort of mocking oriental dragon.
“Myself, or agents in my employ approached all of you separately during the past two weeks. While you don’t remember it at the moment, we gave you our terms of employment, and informed you of our desire to test your level of skill, your ability to perform well in a group, and under duress. You all agreed to our terms, and your signatures you saw in the book earlier, those were indeed your own.”
“Did you approach my brother and I together?” Victor asked curiously.
“No actually,” Was the reply. “We came to an agreement with you each separately, roughly four days apart. But as all of you, and a number of others were all contacted in a pool during the same period of time, we tested you together once we discovered your relation to one another.”
“So, why don’t we remember any of this?” Ankita asked.
“Dilute Styx water.” Myrusol stated bluntly. “The effect is temporary, and outside of a few hours of weakness and malaise initially, there aren’t any long term effects. Some of you we did have to tweak the strength of the mixture simply to affect you though.”
“You in particular Phaedra.” The wizard said to Ankita telepathically, without singling her out by looking at her. She hadn’t told the others of her nature, and true identity, and her employer seemed to respect that decision entirely.
“Thank you for not making light of what I am” She replied to him.
“If you are working for me, I grant a certain expected level of respect and privacy. Likewise I expect the same once I send you out on any specific task, but the particulars of our working relationship will be handled at a later date. Aspaseka, who has been working for me for some time now, will fill you in on that later. But regardless, you are welcome, though eventually you will need to tell the others what you are.”
“So what do you want us to do for you, now that I assume we’ve passed your tests?” Marcus asked.
“Oh, you’ve passed with flying colors.” The wizard replied as he then glanced at Inva. “I particularly enjoyed that stunt with the giant. Very cute.”
The tiefling gave a polite nod of her head. Behind her, her tail twitched in self-satisfied enjoyment.
“Now, to answer a lingering question on at least some of your minds, your retainer that you all agreed upon ahead of time, and whatever bonus I decide to add, will be deposited in the 1st Bank of Grenpoli, in that particular Baatezu city. Of course, if that proves inconvenient, or distasteful to you, you may withdraw your payments from its associated branches in Rigus, Center, or Portent.”
Inva looked at the others. “Told you I was getting paid for this…”
Their employer chuckled.
“I will be in touch with you over the next week once I’ve decided what to hire you to do for me given your performance. As I said, I liked what I saw, and suffice to say, you’ve garnered yourself employment, as promised when we discussed terms and conditions earlier.”
They politely nodded and the wizard stood up and shook each of their hands.
“Collect your payment and relax for a time till I have Aspaseka contact you. This is unlikely to be as direct as telling you to do a certain thing and expecting it to be done immediately and without dissent. I don’t work that way. More likely you’ll be presented with a number of tasks, and you can choose which among them most suits your abilities, and doesn’t conflict with any pre-existing loyalties or ideologies you might have.”
“Not bad at all.” Victor said.
“Now, unless you have other questions for the moment, I’ve said what I immediately have to say.” Myrusol stated. “Where can I send you?”
“Well, I’m probably going to be visiting my place in Sigil at some point.” Ankita said. “But otherwise, I don’t have anywhere pressing to go.”
“Sending you directly from here into Sigil isn’t exactly on my, or anyone else’s scale of power.” Myrusol replied with a chuckle.
“Well, I’m up for going to collect our payment eventually.” Velkyn said. “But those are major cities, so finding a gate to them won’t be difficult.”
“I own an estate on the outskirts of Tradegate.” Marcus said. “I’d be more than willing to put you up as my guests for as long as we’ll be waiting.”
None of them could think of any reason to really object to the offer.
“And from Tradegate it’s only a gate away from Sigil,” Velkyn said. “And from there pretty much any of those cities are within reach.”
Myrusol whispered under his breath and drew his hand not clutching his pipe in a loose circle. The air hummed with magic and a swirling vortex of light appeared to one side of his desk. In its cage, the shadow viper hissed its displeasure at the illumination and slithered out of sight.
“That should put you near to the center of the city,” The wizard said. “Roughly a block away from the gate to Sigil if I recall the layout of the streets from the last time I was there.”
With nothing more to be said, and many of their questions answered, they said their last polite thanks to their newfound employer, and stepped through the gate.
***
“You already decided on what tasks to offer them. You had that planned out a week ago.” The portal drake said as it peered up at its master.
Myrusol glanced down at his familiar as the glow of the gate faded from the room.
“It gives them time to get to know each other before we throw them into the fire, so to speak. The brothers need time to reacquaint, the arcanaloth and lupinal’s child needs to reveal to the others what she is, though the half-drow is aware already. Plus, if they have time to sit and relax, any problems of personality will become apparent to them, and to us. I don’t want problems to simply appear later when I could find them out now.”
“So will they be working for you or the others?” The drake asked curiously.
“They were my catches, so to speak, and they’ll be working largely for me. But the others have their own aims, and I’m perfectly willing to let them drift between ourselves in terms of their tasks. They’ll have choices in what they do, free will in what tasks they accept or decline.”
“How kind of you.” The miniature dragon said with a laugh. “‘Burn down the orphanage in Excelsior or blight the crop in the Tir, choose between these two!’”
“Oh please.” Myrusol said. “I’m hardly a Baatezu, and it does me nothing to have them betray any morals they might still hold to. I’m a businessman, an employer seeking to cultivate a base of skilled talent who holds genuine loyalty to me, even if they don’t see the big picture or know my ultimate goals.”
“Always the selfless one you.” The familiar retorted.
Myrusol took a deep puff from his pipe before blowing a ring of smoke at the drake as it lounged upon a cushion and gnawed playfully on the lower jaw of a skull.
“They’ll be offered the Torilian job, perhaps finding and retrieving that particular Glabrezu that was pissing us off recently, or digging around on Celestia for a bit of the Archons’ shame.”
“Shamed Archons,” The portal drake said a few times, tasting the way the words rolled off its flickering tongue. “You really –are- sounding like a Baatezu now.”
Myrusol reverted to his natural form with a flicker of thought and blew another ring of smoke at the fickle little drake.
“We’ll see how it goes.” He said in Infernal. “All three of them will need to be done at some point. I have time, and I have patience. Revenge makes it all worth the wait you know.”
***
“Gnomes…everywhere…” Inva said disparagingly as she glanced around the streets of Tradegate.
“It’s a nice town.” Marcus said. “My place is about a twenty minute walk from here, maybe less.”
“Well, how about I meet you back there later?” Ankita said as she pointed to the portal to Sigil. “There’s no line for the gate right now, and I should stop back and say hello to my folks. At least one of them is going to be curious as to where I’ve been.”
Inva raised an eyebrow.
“Same here.” Velkyn said. “I’m going to need to hit Sigil at some point in the near future. But right now I’m more interested in picking up our payment.”
The half-drow lowered his voice. “And moving it to a less fiendish bank…”
“And what’s wrong with fiendish banks?” Inva asked.
“Genpoli… Baatezu…” He replied. “No thanks.”
“Center…” Ankita said with a shudder. “Too many Yugoloths. Far too many Yugoloths. Portent, same problem.”
“And Rigus?” Inva prodded.
“That’s where I’ll be going to transfer the cash to another bank, or just to pick it up.” Velkyn replied.
Marcus nodded. “Well at least let me give you directions to my estate so you can join back up with us later.”
Ankita shrugged. “Well, since Velk and I both need to hit Sigil at some point, I’ll just go with him to Rigus, and we’ll both go to Sigil before coming back here. It shouldn’t take us long at all.”
“You ever been to Rigus?” Inva asked.
“No.” Velkyn said. “Why?”
“We’ll be waiting here for you then whenever you finally get back.” The tiefling said with a chuckle. “And I’ll join back up with you later as well. I’ll show up when I show up. I’ve got some random things to look into.”
More like looking into who some people –are-, and just –what- some people are, Inva thought to herself as she headed towards the gate to Sigil.
“Well then, we’ll see you later I guess.” Marcus said to Inva “The servants typically keep rooms prepared for any guests, and usually have some food warm for when I might show up with anyone intending to visit.”
Marcus looked to Velkyn and Ankita, then motioned to his brother and their mutual cohorts.
“Hell, I’ve been to Rigus before. We should all go together. Trust me on this...”
And so they went their separate ways. Inva started to dig her way into Velkyn and Ankita’s identity and the others stepped into Sigil with the intent of using its known gate to Rigus. At least, that was the intent.
No sooner had they stepped through the swirling portal to the City of Doors however, when Ankita’s, really Phaedra’s ears, twitched with the incoming preamble of a contingent sending spell. Her father had it trigger the moment she walked into the city like a magical welcome wagon.
“Welcome back to Sigil Phaedra. I’m simply curious how you’re doing, and so if you don’t mind sparing your father a few minutes of your time, I’d love to see how you are and to catch up on things. Stop by the Friendly Fiend if you happen to find the time.”
***
Shemeska
Adventurer
Fimmtiu said:So A'kin and Fyrehowl... um... yowza. You could really do a lot worse than A'kin for a father, though. Sweet guy. Unless, you know, the DM has some sort of horrible, twisty hidden backstory for him which will come back to haunt the player... naah. Never happen.
Never. Of course not. Everything in my campaign is straightforward and honest. A'kin's tale in the first storyhour will not be told in its entirety for some time, but it will be told eventually, and I think it'll be worth the wait. I don't dare say anything more though, and I'll be omiting, delaying, or glossing over material in this storyhour so I don't spoil things. A'kin is tangential to this current campaign though, so it won't be much of a problem.
A'kins backstory is like an encyclopedia. It's deep, dense, covers an incredible stretch of time, and they keep coming out with new supplements so right when you think you know it all, stuff keeps coming out that's completely new to you.
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