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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 1148789" data-attributes="member: 12183">Laying his tools aside, Crom reached for the huge greatsword resting beside him. With a turn, what he saw was a smiling moon elf moving towards him. With every step it was as if he was about to start into a dance and yet he still seemed quite deadly.    “Ah, Elaith coming to me in person. What is the special occasion?”   Reaching for his belt, Elaith tossed a medium sized bag at the seven foot tall human. “I’ve got a job for you, Crom and I think you’re going to like it. Care to pay the new Jarl who’s made his new home in the Cold Wood?”   Liking the proposition already, Crom replied, “Could be interesting. Tell me more…”___________________________________________________________________   Quinten hated dealing in a big city where he could not follow his true passion. But Silverymoon was the best place to acquire mass quantities of black onyx. On his way through the market place a mental impression began to form in his mind.    The Golden Egg at high sun tomorrow. An excellent chance to further our goals is presenting itself. Take precaution for none of those who attend are what they actually appear to be.   The mental image dissipating, leaving the after image of a white banshee causes Quinten to turn around. “Looks like I’m going to need a bit more onyx than I had thought”, he mused.   Turning the corner with as much stealth as Vez could muster, the elf found what he was looking for. The entrance to the meeting room lay open before him. “Maybe Elaith has finally found some information regarding my past”, Vez dreamed. “If that was true then we wouldn’t be meeting here. Must be some sort of job. Better be worth my trouble.”   Strolling into the room and taking a seat on one of the two chairs, Vez pulls out a dagger and begins twirling it through his fingers. People always seem to worry when I do this. Let them.   Awakened from his inner thoughts by a flash of light, the mercenary watches as a moon elf wielding a glowing rapier materializes.   “On time as usual Vez, Excellent.”   “Must be a special occasion to show up personally Elaith”, the mercenary replied. “Did somebody die? Or should I say is someone about to?”   “I’m glad to see you in a good mood. It appears the church of Kord has taken an interest in a missing artifact stolen in a raid on caravans near the Cold Wood. Gungir the new frost giant Jarl in the area has apparently overstepped his bounds. I’ve had dealings with him and he’s an interesting fellow. The church has sent one of their lackey’s who in reality is some sort of outsider who hides his heritage as a red haired human by the name of Attilla. He has hired me to assemble a team of mercenary’s who can handle the harsh climate conditions and the frost giants as well in an attempt to “save any survivors and force Gungir to relinquish any stolen properties. The price is 3000. Are you in?”   “Sounds interesting to say the least. Why not, Vez answered”    As Elaith looked over the two greatswords strapped to the elf’s back he questioned, “Can you actually wield those swords or are they just for show?”   “Perhaps one day we can spar and see if you can use that little blade strapped to your leg!”, Vez answered with a wink.   As the sword began to glow with a bluish tint, it slowly pulled itself out of its scabbard. “I’d be delighted to “enlighten you” once you are back in town. Tomorrow at noon at the Golden Egg”, the moon elf whispered as he slowly re holstered his blade.   As Elaith begins to exit, Vez shouts, “I definitely can’t wait”, as he pulls off his circlet showing his true self. With a glance over his shoulder Elaith smiles and then in the blink of the eye disappears.</blockquote>

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