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Thieves Guild
Lars, you enter the guild and find Father Dusk in his chapel off the main chamber . The priest is lighting black tallow candles in the dark place of worship and you can see the black harlequin mask on the altar catching some of the light.
When you place your order, the masked Father Dusk replies: "What did I explain to you the last time you were here? Hmmmm? That you must give me notice if you wish a potion brewed. No notice, no potions." The visible whites of his eyes stare at you for a moment. "I will grant your request for healing, if only because you look absolutely terrible. Place your gold in the donation plate."
Father Dusk speaks his words, gestures with his holy symbol and places his hands on Lars' chest. He discharges positive energy and heals wounds. As soon as he finishes, he blinks once or twice, pauses and then walks over to the door to the chapel. He closes it and locks it, leaving him and Lars in the gloomy shrine. He turns around and narrows his gaze.
"Well, what an interesting little illusion you've placed over yourself. Quite a simplistic spell, though its a wonder I didn't spot it the first time." He pauses to continue to stare at Lars. "Since I have only seen you within the confines of the guild under this ... disguise, I can only assume that you wish to hide your true identity." He points to his own mask. "I follow a similar path, though mine is divinely directed, whilst yours is likely nefarious eh?" He stops again for a moment, letting the silence build. He then strides over to the altar and runs a finger, lovingly down the side of the black mask there. "What an unexpected boon to find something so precious, your identity, to steal from you, right here in the consecrated shrine to my patron God, Mask, the Lord of all Thieves. What is it worth to you to keep this a secret my young friend?"
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Lyceum
Alric, and Arnir if he joins, you are required to sit around in a waiting area for a number of hours. It is not until lunch hour that Simeon invites you to his office on one of the highest floors of the tower. The office is quite large and filled with shelves of books, scrolls and rolled up tubes of parchment. Highly reflective surfaces, like polished mirrors, hang from the walls and a number of gems and crystal spheres sit on pillows on various chest-height pedestals. Lastly a long golden tube, held up by an ornate golden tripod, points out of a grand glass window and seems to face the cloudy skies.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, but my attention is drawn in every direction right now." says Simeon. "So much to do and prepare for. What is it that I can do for you?"
Thieves Guild
Lars, you enter the guild and find Father Dusk in his chapel off the main chamber . The priest is lighting black tallow candles in the dark place of worship and you can see the black harlequin mask on the altar catching some of the light.
When you place your order, the masked Father Dusk replies: "What did I explain to you the last time you were here? Hmmmm? That you must give me notice if you wish a potion brewed. No notice, no potions." The visible whites of his eyes stare at you for a moment. "I will grant your request for healing, if only because you look absolutely terrible. Place your gold in the donation plate."
Father Dusk speaks his words, gestures with his holy symbol and places his hands on Lars' chest. He discharges positive energy and heals wounds. As soon as he finishes, he blinks once or twice, pauses and then walks over to the door to the chapel. He closes it and locks it, leaving him and Lars in the gloomy shrine. He turns around and narrows his gaze.
"Well, what an interesting little illusion you've placed over yourself. Quite a simplistic spell, though its a wonder I didn't spot it the first time." He pauses to continue to stare at Lars. "Since I have only seen you within the confines of the guild under this ... disguise, I can only assume that you wish to hide your true identity." He points to his own mask. "I follow a similar path, though mine is divinely directed, whilst yours is likely nefarious eh?" He stops again for a moment, letting the silence build. He then strides over to the altar and runs a finger, lovingly down the side of the black mask there. "What an unexpected boon to find something so precious, your identity, to steal from you, right here in the consecrated shrine to my patron God, Mask, the Lord of all Thieves. What is it worth to you to keep this a secret my young friend?"
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Lyceum
Alric, and Arnir if he joins, you are required to sit around in a waiting area for a number of hours. It is not until lunch hour that Simeon invites you to his office on one of the highest floors of the tower. The office is quite large and filled with shelves of books, scrolls and rolled up tubes of parchment. Highly reflective surfaces, like polished mirrors, hang from the walls and a number of gems and crystal spheres sit on pillows on various chest-height pedestals. Lastly a long golden tube, held up by an ornate golden tripod, points out of a grand glass window and seems to face the cloudy skies.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, but my attention is drawn in every direction right now." says Simeon. "So much to do and prepare for. What is it that I can do for you?"
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