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<blockquote data-quote="Cheiromancer" data-source="post: 1351636" data-attributes="member: 141">Gnash Firewalker, Flame Master of Kossuth, is in his temple.&nbsp; The debacle of the previous day's challenge still stings.&nbsp; He has been drinking heavily, but is still in a bad mood.&nbsp; An acolyte knocks at his door.&quot;Flame Master Gnash?&quot;&nbsp; the acolyte inquires hesitantly.&quot;What!&quot; The irate cleric slams the mug on the table.&quot;Uh, sir... a message for you.&quot; the acolyte gingerly profers a scroll.&quot;Fine. Leave it on the table.&quot; snarls Gnash.The acolyte places it on the table and scurries out.&nbsp; At the door he turns and says fearfully-&quot;the elf said he wished to know your response.&quot;Gnash makes an extreme effort to focus his eyes enough to read the scroll.&nbsp; It is in an elegant hand, and purple ink.&nbsp; The parchment is faintly perfumed... violets.I'm at Burnt Offerings.&nbsp; Come immediately.&nbsp; No Tricks!&nbsp; I will not attack you.&nbsp; You want to speak with Me.-Shasheen, OMGnash says,&quot;I'll be there in an hour.&quot;&quot;I'll tell him, sir.&quot; and the acolyte scurries away.&nbsp; Gnash groans and then staggers to the basement.&nbsp; A little time in the sauna would be just the thing to sober up.Burnt offerings is a large restaurant across the street from the temple of Kossuth. The lunch crowd would was just starting when Gnash arrives.&nbsp; Gnash heads over as soon as he is able to walk semi-straight, and sees a familiar elf with a large long-bow; the one who questioned you the day before at the challenge ground.&nbsp; Vanora is with him!&nbsp; The elf smiles when he sees you, but the smile does not reach his eyes.&quot;Come!&nbsp; Come!&quot; he shouts. Gnash goes over and orders something spicy.&nbsp;&quot;Your minion is quite the hell-raiser.&quot; The polymorphed Ogre Mage begins conversationally, &quot;She does not respond well to threats!&nbsp; I like that!&quot;Vanora glares at him, but says nothing.&quot;She's not my minion.&quot; replies Gnash. &quot;She just showed up and hasn't left.&quot;&quot;Like a stray dog?&nbsp; Ha ha! &quot;&quot;Anyway,&quot; says Shasheen, &quot;She is my possession now, but I offer her to you as a peace offering!&nbsp; You fought well, and I hold no grudge. Perhaps we can do business, eh?&quot;&quot;Perhaps.&quot; Gnash says. &quot;Our last encounter was far from honourable.&quot;&quot;All's fair in love and war, eh?&quot; the Ogre Mage says cheerfully. &quot;But let bygones be bygones.&nbsp; I know you- your orcish blood cries out for destruction!&nbsp; Together we could put Scornubel to the Torch- to the glory of Kossuth and the Quaan!&quot;Gnash replies, &quot;I do itch for battle and the flames of Kossuth do lick my soul. But Scornubel has become a home.&nbsp; And who are the Quaan?&quot;&quot;A home?&nbsp; Infested with humans. Filthy lot.&quot; he looks at the patrons of Burnt Offering with disgust. The patrons have given the trio a wide berth, perhaps instinctively responding to the Ogre Mage's loathing.&quot;The Quaan is merely a club to which I belong- as does your rat-pet here, too.&quot;&nbsp; Gnash eyes Vanora with a raised brow.&quot;In a sense- through the ring, though not through training and the proper initiation.&quot; clarifies Shasheen.Vanora says &quot;The ring is a sign of membership.&nbsp; It keeps the members of the Quaan from fighting each other.&nbsp; Anything else he says about me is a lie.&quot;&quot;You see!&nbsp; A real hellion!&nbsp; Ha Ha!&quot;&quot;This ring,&quot; asks Gnash, &quot;Is it the same you got from sunnybottom that goof from Lathander?&quot;&quot;Yes...&quot; begins Vanora, but Shasheen interrupts, angry...&quot;He has no right to be passing them about!&nbsp; Like a ghoul he took them from the bodies of Quaan warriors!&nbsp; He must pay! And for you, I could help you find weapons of great potency!&nbsp; Treasures unimaginable!&nbsp; We thought you were in his pay, in his pocket.&nbsp; But Vanora says this is not so.&nbsp; I apologize for our... misunderstanding.&quot;Gnash replies &quot;I have heard rumors that he seeks to remove the nature deities from Scornubel... but he did provide excellent gifts to my companions and myself. But I still don't trust him.&quot; &quot;So you shall work with me!?&nbsp; Rat-lady a good gift too, eh?&quot;&quot;What do you propose?&quot; replies Gnash.&quot;I wish to slay Daros Sunseeker and ravage his temple.&nbsp; But I need time to gather resources.&nbsp; Shall we gather and strike in three day's time?&quot;&quot;We'll see. tomorrow is the meeting of the temple heads. His plans will most likely be laid out there. If things go bad as the church of Melieke suggest I may help. Other than the theft of the rings what buisness have you with Sunseeker?&quot;&quot;That is my business, my friend!&quot; says Shasheen, &quot;He is an enemy of another friend, or perhaps it is best to say that he is the friend of an enemy of my friend...but more than that I will not say.&quot;&quot;What about the rings my companions possess? Are they forfeit?&quot;&quot;Eh?&nbsp; Ah, that is a difficult question.&nbsp; No pure-blood human, elf or dwarf may be a member of the quaan.&nbsp; For such to wear one is to forfeit their lives! But you, or the rat-lady here, or the little wizard- that is permissible.&quot;&quot;No pure blood elf, human nor dwarf wears the rings.&quot; says Gnash. &quot;The man that holds the third ring hasn't worn it.&quot;&quot;What!&nbsp; there is a third ring!?&nbsp; That sniveling cleric will pay dearly!&nbsp; But as for us- shall we seal the bargain?&quot;&nbsp; And profers the ring.The half-orc cleric of Kossuth accepts the ring.&nbsp; &quot;Sunseeker gave three such rings. One to the Kobold, one to Vanora and one to another companion. A Human though I have a belief of orcish blood though well distilled.&quot; he says, looking at the ring thoughtfully. (OOC- &quot;Selling my soul AGAIN!&quot;)&quot;Bah!&nbsp; The ring must be taken from him.&nbsp; Who is it, and where does he reside?&quot;&quot;I will get the ring. I feel that won't be an issue.&quot;&nbsp; And he puts on the ring.&nbsp; It slides on easily, and once in place fits snugly.&nbsp; Gnash experimentally tries to remove it, but it doesn't budge.&quot;Excellent!&quot; notes the Ogre Mage in satisfaction.&nbsp; &quot;We shall be in touch!&nbsp; But now, with your permission, I must be off!&quot;&quot;Our business is concluded.&quot; agrees Gnash. &quot;Three days as agreed.&quot;&quot;'till then!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Cheiromancer, post: 1351636, member: 141"] Gnash Firewalker, Flame Master of Kossuth, is in his temple. The debacle of the previous day's challenge still stings. He has been drinking heavily, but is still in a bad mood. An acolyte knocks at his door. "Flame Master Gnash?" the acolyte inquires hesitantly. "What!" The irate cleric slams the mug on the table. "Uh, sir... a message for you." the acolyte gingerly profers a scroll. "Fine. Leave it on the table." snarls Gnash. The acolyte places it on the table and scurries out. At the door he turns and says fearfully-"the elf said he wished to know your response." Gnash makes an extreme effort to focus his eyes enough to read the scroll. It is in an elegant hand, and purple ink. The parchment is faintly perfumed... violets. [i]I'm at Burnt Offerings. Come immediately. No Tricks! I will not attack you. You want to speak with Me. -Shasheen, OM[/i] Gnash says,"I'll be there in an hour." "I'll tell him, sir." and the acolyte scurries away. Gnash groans and then staggers to the basement. A little time in the sauna would be just the thing to sober up. Burnt offerings is a large restaurant across the street from the temple of Kossuth. The lunch crowd would was just starting when Gnash arrives. Gnash heads over as soon as he is able to walk semi-straight, and sees a familiar elf with a large long-bow; the one who questioned you the day before at the challenge ground. Vanora is with him! The elf smiles when he sees you, but the smile does not reach his eyes. "Come! Come!" he shouts. Gnash goes over and orders something spicy. "Your minion is quite the hell-raiser." The polymorphed Ogre Mage begins conversationally, "She does not respond well to threats! I like that!" Vanora glares at him, but says nothing. "She's not my minion." replies Gnash. "She just showed up and hasn't left." "Like a stray dog? Ha ha! " "Anyway," says Shasheen, "She is my possession now, but I offer her to you as a peace offering! You fought well, and I hold no grudge. Perhaps we can do business, eh?" "Perhaps." Gnash says. "Our last encounter was far from honourable." "All's fair in love and war, eh?" the Ogre Mage says cheerfully. "But let bygones be bygones. I know you- your orcish blood cries out for destruction! Together we could put Scornubel to the Torch- to the glory of Kossuth and the Quaan!" Gnash replies, "I do itch for battle and the flames of Kossuth do lick my soul. But Scornubel has become a home. And who are the Quaan?" "A home? Infested with humans. Filthy lot." he looks at the patrons of Burnt Offering with disgust. The patrons have given the trio a wide berth, perhaps instinctively responding to the Ogre Mage's loathing. "The Quaan is merely a club to which I belong- as does your rat-pet here, too." Gnash eyes Vanora with a raised brow. "In a sense- through the ring, though not through training and the proper initiation." clarifies Shasheen. Vanora says "The ring is a sign of membership. It keeps the members of the Quaan from fighting each other. Anything else he says about me is a lie." "You see! A real hellion! Ha Ha!" "This ring," asks Gnash, "Is it the same you got from sunnybottom that goof from Lathander?" "Yes..." begins Vanora, but Shasheen interrupts, angry... "He has no right to be passing them about! Like a ghoul he took them from the bodies of Quaan warriors! He must pay! And for you, I could help you find weapons of great potency! Treasures unimaginable! We thought you were in his pay, in his pocket. But Vanora says this is not so. I apologize for our... misunderstanding." Gnash replies "I have heard rumors that he seeks to remove the nature deities from Scornubel... but he did provide excellent gifts to my companions and myself. But I still don't trust him." "So you shall work with me!? Rat-lady a good gift too, eh?" "What do you propose?" replies Gnash. "I wish to slay Daros Sunseeker and ravage his temple. But I need time to gather resources. Shall we gather and strike in three day's time?" "We'll see. tomorrow is the meeting of the temple heads. His plans will most likely be laid out there. If things go bad as the church of Melieke suggest I may help. Other than the theft of the rings what buisness have you with Sunseeker?" "That is my business, my friend!" says Shasheen, "He is an enemy of another friend, or perhaps it is best to say that he is the friend of an enemy of my friend...but more than that I will not say." "What about the rings my companions possess? Are they forfeit?" "Eh? Ah, that is a difficult question. No pure-blood human, elf or dwarf may be a member of the quaan. For such to wear one is to forfeit their lives! But you, or the rat-lady here, or the little wizard- that is permissible." "No pure blood elf, human nor dwarf wears the rings." says Gnash. "The man that holds the third ring hasn't worn it." "What! there is a third ring!? That sniveling cleric will pay dearly! But as for us- shall we seal the bargain?" And profers the ring. The half-orc cleric of Kossuth accepts the ring. "Sunseeker gave three such rings. One to the Kobold, one to Vanora and one to another companion. A Human though I have a belief of orcish blood though well distilled." he says, looking at the ring thoughtfully. (OOC- "Selling my soul AGAIN!") "Bah! The ring must be taken from him. Who is it, and where does he reside?" "I will get the ring. I feel that won't be an issue." And he puts on the ring. It slides on easily, and once in place fits snugly. Gnash experimentally tries to remove it, but it doesn't budge. "Excellent!" notes the Ogre Mage in satisfaction. "We shall be in touch! But now, with your permission, I must be off!" "Our business is concluded." agrees Gnash. "Three days as agreed." "'till then!" [/QUOTE]

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