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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 4482815" data-attributes="member: 3087">You're meeting with someone who is quite important, in the Golden Hall, the most impressive room in Doddoddod's Tower.You know that because it's sunrise and Doddoddod, who does not customarily get out of bed before noon is awake, fully dressed, and sitting in one of his best robes. And he also has all four of you arrayed around the room and looking very competent.The woman in front of you is very old; with piercing eyes and large hooked nose give her a hawk-like mien. Her last name is Glasston and she speaks in long drawn out half-sentences that suggest no-one ever interrupts her.[sblock=The Founding Families]The Founding Families who lead the battered survivors to settle on Daunton. Centuries ago the families were composed of great heroes, men and women of considerable personal power and, the stories say, impeccable moral character.Now the families are content to simply be extremely rich, supremely important and looked up to by all. Save for interactions with each other at fantastically impressive private events they hold in their richly appointed estates they don't interact with the outside world save through servants. No one gets to go to these events but everyone hears about it the next day anyway.It is hard to overlook the fact that Lady Glasston came with only two servants and wearing a very large cloak.[/sblock]My grandson Arnest was always very creative. A bit sensitive. He'd had a few unsavory friends; young people are wont to.He had an... episode last year. During what I understand people are calling the days of darkness, a bit of overdone melodrama if you ask me. Tragedy of course. But in my day a bit of cloudy weather was nothing to get worked up about.[sblock=The Days of Darkness]Refers to the attacks by <a href="http://www.enworld.org/wiki/index.php/L4W:Daunton#The%20Days%20of%20Darkness" target="_blank">the Brotherhood of the Bright Eon</a>.[/sblock]Anyway after this episode Arnest was... well he got quite fixated on things. That paper in particular. She seems to be struggling to find a way to mention the Screamer without actually saying it's name.That... one about the yelling.... He was convinced about all sorts of strange things. And he fell in with an odd crowd...Then a few weeks ago. He disappeared. We've made normal sorts of inquires but they've been... less than satisfactory. Nothing anyone with a lick of sense couldn't figure out themselves. He disappeared around the same time the paper stopped. She puts her fingers together; the cascade of shimmering light from the more than the dozen jeweled rings is quite dazzling. I hope you'll be able to get my grandson to come back from wherever he's wandered off to.</blockquote>

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