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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5749138" data-attributes="member: 11751">[sblock="for Kirio"]Kirio, the Lord of the Three Crowns is one of the names for the god Cyric.  Also known as Prince of Lies, the Dark Sun, the Black Sun, and the Mad God, Cyric is an evil god whose portfolio includes murder, lies, deception, illusion, strife, intrigue.  In days gone by, Cyric and Mask worked together to kill the god Bhaal, who was then known as the Lord of Murder.  Since the end of Bhaal, both Cyric and Mask have warred for control over various aspects of that God's portfolio - most notably murder and assassination. As for a Geas, it is a powerful arcane or divine spell that requires the recipient to undertake a specific course of action.  Failure to do so, while under the influence of the spell, can result in any number of negative effects whose impact on the subject are limited only by the imagination of the spell caster.  The Geas is meant to ensure compliance by the recipient of the spell.[/sblock]Kirio, you spend a number of hours wandering the streets, inns and taverns in search of information on where the various embassies are located.  You learn that there are embassies for the Kingdom of Dassen, Sindaire and Ostalin in some of the larger homes in the more wealthy area of the North Harbour.  There is also a newly established embassy to the Shining Lands of Shahalesti.  The Elves have commandeered a fine inn, called the Crimson Galleon as their embassy.  The inn overlooks the North Harbour on the high points near the Lyceum.As you're wrapping up your quest for information at a tavern and you turn to head back into the now drizzly evening, you feel a slight tug on your cape.  Turning around you find a halfling standing behind you.  His cowl is pulled up and a brown travel cloak hangs from his shoulders.  Studded leather armor covers the rest of his body.  A bandoleer of daggers runs from shoulder to hip and a slender rapier hangs from his belt.  His hair is long, blonde and greasy and his green eyes stare up at you.  He speaks:"Ain't you that fellow Queerio er sumfin?  Ya, Smeed know all about you!" he pauses to laugh.  "Smeed 'eard you been askin' round about sum fings.  You n' sum big fella.  Ya, Smeed know all about him too!  Maybe Smeed knows sumfin.  Maybe indeed." </blockquote>

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