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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2776592" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: THE CREATION SCHEMA11 / 11 / 05SEGMENT 166“Demise vs Darguun”The ogres never knew what hit them.It was only two days after they killed their troublesome younger brother and they sensed something in the wind.  They came here to find a professor and rid the family of a growing problem.  While here, they did get rid of the problem of their brother BUT they discovered someone had killed the professor shortly after he bought the journal from them.The journal and several items were found within a cave in the Seawall Mountains.  Not knowing what they had, they sold the items individually on the market.  Professor Geldem bought the journal but missed the map.  The map was located two tables to his right.  In such a state he left without looking and the seller was so stunned by the platinum payment he missed the opportunity to point it out.Since then, someone else has come looking for the journal.  The dwarf bought the map with gold and inquired about the journal.  He knew about it even then.  Possibly through magic.  Maybe they knew of the professor or his aid the human Blare.  (Vaneese Blare whom died in the Talenta Plains trying to bring a copy of the journal to the Aurum).   The journal was worth a king’s ransom.   So here the two Ogres were- trying to locate it and take it back to sell to someone else.Instead, after a few days of inquirement, the damned Emerald Claw came down on them.“Why do you ask of Professor Bonal Geldem?” demanded the ugly elf.“Our business- not yours.” Says the eldest Ogre in common.  “Bitch.” He then follows in Giant.An evil smile crosses her flayed skinned face.  In common she answers-  “I am all that and more.  Do you see this dagger?” she says in common.  “It is magical and has a name.”He glares at her in silence.“Do you wish to know its name?”He sucks up some spit to spit out.  She adjusts her grip from his cloak to his throat making it impossible to spit.  Instead he drools out of the corner of his mouth.  He curses the Web Spell that holds him like this.“Giant Killer.”  She pauses to let the name set in.   “It does incredibly painful and evil things to giants and their kin.  Kin like …Ogres.”“WHY DO YOU SEEK THE PROFESSOR?!?” she states in an angry voice.  He tries once more to tear free.  She stabs him in the neck and twists and turns it at will.  Blood splashes onto her and runs down the runnels of her tortured dried skin.  He dies with no dignity.  Then she turns on the brother.“Do I need to repeat myself?”Eyes wide in terror, he tells her everything.  The caves, the journal and maps, who bought the maps.  He even tells her about killing his brother below the Cogs.  The only thing of interest is the maps.“Give me a name!”  She points the dagger at his throat now.Tears in his eyes he begs for mercy.  He has no name.  He only knows it was a well-dressed dwarf with a warforged bodyguard.“Tell me of the warforged.”“He had no country markings or brands on him.  He seemed very accident-prone however.  He had the ability to adjust his shape also.   Pleeeeaaase!  I beg for mercy!”Fresh blood washes off the old.  “Sounds like Rush the mercenary psion.  Hired by a well-dressed dwarf.  That means either The Dragon house Kundarak or the Aurum.  Interesting.”She turns to her second in command.  “Get in touch with the Turbulent.  They will know where Rush is now and whom his current employer is.</blockquote>

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