The Ancient Paths - Path I
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~ Dowkan ~
"Did ye? There're them that swears ye helped break tha wizard ye been followin' around out o' jail last night. Can ye be sure tha ye didn'?" Sunder asks before the dwarf can protest. "There ain't a room full o' magic doors or whatever fer leagues. I heard from that fine lass Syrriel - Mayor Syrriel, sorry - tha there used t'be one. One o' them wizard towers or whatever. Them that used t'live here afore us said the whole area was haunted and whatnot, and I believe them!"
"Did ye? There're them that swears ye helped break tha wizard ye been followin' around out o' jail last night. Can ye be sure tha ye didn'?" Sunder asks before the dwarf can protest. "There ain't a room full o' magic doors or whatever fer leagues. I heard from that fine lass Syrriel - Mayor Syrriel, sorry - tha there used t'be one. One o' them wizard towers or whatever. Them that used t'live here afore us said the whole area was haunted and whatnot, and I believe them!"
"I can be as sure 'bout that as I'm sure me mug is empty! Tweren't a bad drop of ale but."
"Wizard's tower ya say?" Dowkan says as he scratches his chin. "That could be what it was I seen. But how, by Moraddin, did I get there? Bah! I'll talk to Syrriel about it and see what she has to say on it."
"Wizard's tower ya say?" Dowkan says as he scratches his chin. "That could be what it was I seen. But how, by Moraddin, did I get there? Bah! I'll talk to Syrriel about it and see what she has to say on it."
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~ Dowkan ~
"Aye. She'd know more on it than meself fer sure. See that ya find yer way back here when ye're done pressin' her; I've got a favor o' sorts t'ask o' ya." Sunder takes Dowkan's empty mug and refills it for him. "Ye bring tha back now, ye hear?"
"Aye. She'd know more on it than meself fer sure. See that ya find yer way back here when ye're done pressin' her; I've got a favor o' sorts t'ask o' ya." Sunder takes Dowkan's empty mug and refills it for him. "Ye bring tha back now, ye hear?"
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Dowkan grunts in laughter. "Aye, I'll bring it back alright.... for a refill!"
"A favour ya says? I'll come back as soon as I be done with the mayor," he says with a nod and a toast as he turns and walks out of the door.
Turning for Syrriel's place, Dowkan wanders in that general direction, enjoying his ale and trying not to think about the activities of following 'Hrolf', the tower, and the cave.
"A favour ya says? I'll come back as soon as I be done with the mayor," he says with a nod and a toast as he turns and walks out of the door.
Turning for Syrriel's place, Dowkan wanders in that general direction, enjoying his ale and trying not to think about the activities of following 'Hrolf', the tower, and the cave.
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~ Dowkan ~
Dowkan crosses the main road running through Silverdown to the Surreal Harpist. When he enters, he finds the familiar sun elven mayor lounging in a fine upholstered chair in the middle of the showroom reading. A new face beams at Dowkan from behind the counter in the corner.
At first, Syrriel doesn't notice Dowkan; most of the dwarves that've bothered to enter her little magic shop requested Wizzop's expertise...
"Wizzop, you have another... Oh!" She slams the book shut and jumps to her feet with a start. "When did you get back? Where were you? Are you alright?" A million other questions pour from the flustered elf, leaving little room for Dowkan to respond, but expecting a response to each in turn anyway.
Dowkan crosses the main road running through Silverdown to the Surreal Harpist. When he enters, he finds the familiar sun elven mayor lounging in a fine upholstered chair in the middle of the showroom reading. A new face beams at Dowkan from behind the counter in the corner.
At first, Syrriel doesn't notice Dowkan; most of the dwarves that've bothered to enter her little magic shop requested Wizzop's expertise...
"Wizzop, you have another... Oh!" She slams the book shut and jumps to her feet with a start. "When did you get back? Where were you? Are you alright?" A million other questions pour from the flustered elf, leaving little room for Dowkan to respond, but expecting a response to each in turn anyway.
Dowkan suddenly realises that he is still carrying the now empty mug. Stowing it without real concern, he simply shrugs his shoulders. "Lady, I mean Mayor, I really dun know what happened. But I'll be glad to tell ya what I saw. And if you can make sense o' it, then I'll be glad to listen to ya."
(Dowkan goes on to explain to Syrriel about seeing Hrolf leaving the city, trailing him, calling out to him, Hrolf seemingly walking faster than possible, turning back for Silverdown, having 'Hrolf' with purple eyes start to throttle him, finding himself in a tower with portals/mirrors and being shepherded through one with urgency by some sagely person, waking in the caves many hours later, the Tyrran guards murdered and heads on spikes, that Hrolf was apparently back here in Silverdown the whole time).
"And now I find out that there USED to be places like this room with the portals I was in, but that they now be gone. So where by Moraddin's left boot was I?"
(Dowkan goes on to explain to Syrriel about seeing Hrolf leaving the city, trailing him, calling out to him, Hrolf seemingly walking faster than possible, turning back for Silverdown, having 'Hrolf' with purple eyes start to throttle him, finding himself in a tower with portals/mirrors and being shepherded through one with urgency by some sagely person, waking in the caves many hours later, the Tyrran guards murdered and heads on spikes, that Hrolf was apparently back here in Silverdown the whole time).
"And now I find out that there USED to be places like this room with the portals I was in, but that they now be gone. So where by Moraddin's left boot was I?"
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~ The Adventurers ~
Hrolf leaves Hildor to his breakfast and joins Nae'talis at the Surreal Harpist. Harad explains that the trial will be presided over by himself in the garrison next-door. If Hildor hasn't finished his breakfast by the time the others go to the garrison, he will be collected.
Harad takes Hrolf over to the side to discuss the proceedings to make sure the young Tyrran understands his responsibilities as Nae'talis' and Hildor's effective lawyer.
While those two discuss law in the corner, Syrriel comes back from the room behind the counter with the items she identified for the party. She gives them to Nae'talis and explains each of them briefly. She might not like him, but she doesn't think he's stupid...
"Father Braggi will be heading back to Silverymoon this morning. He has left the search party for your...servant," she sneers around the word, "in the hands of the mercenary leader, Captain Grogor."
Hrolf leaves Hildor to his breakfast and joins Nae'talis at the Surreal Harpist. Harad explains that the trial will be presided over by himself in the garrison next-door. If Hildor hasn't finished his breakfast by the time the others go to the garrison, he will be collected.
Harad takes Hrolf over to the side to discuss the proceedings to make sure the young Tyrran understands his responsibilities as Nae'talis' and Hildor's effective lawyer.
While those two discuss law in the corner, Syrriel comes back from the room behind the counter with the items she identified for the party. She gives them to Nae'talis and explains each of them briefly. She might not like him, but she doesn't think he's stupid...
"Father Braggi will be heading back to Silverymoon this morning. He has left the search party for your...servant," she sneers around the word, "in the hands of the mercenary leader, Captain Grogor."
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~ Dowkan ~
Syrriel listens to Dowkan's tale with an increasing hunted look. His final question seems to break her of any worry, and she replaces her fretful countenance with one of stern admonishment.
"Who told you there was anything of the sorts in Silverdown?" Her piercing blue eyes would probably intimidate someone more refined than Dowkan.
Syrriel listens to Dowkan's tale with an increasing hunted look. His final question seems to break her of any worry, and she replaces her fretful countenance with one of stern admonishment.
"Who told you there was anything of the sorts in Silverdown?" Her piercing blue eyes would probably intimidate someone more refined than Dowkan.
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