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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2933644" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 2356/24/06“The Adventures of Regganold & The Bard”The village of Newdane was a quiet place not far from the Breland and Zilargo border.  It is a dark and starry night with only the sounds of crickets and tree frogs in the air.  Within a small glen of trees there are two wanderers sitting around a campfire.  They have been traveling across Breland on foot for a very long time now.  There have been many misadventures on the way.  Tonight they laugh about these and other unfortunate events that have taken place in their lives.The woman known only as the Bard listens to the believed to be dead ex-Cannith employee known merely as Regganold.  He began with his earliest travels to Zilargo from Breland while camping with his crazed grandfather.  Soon the talk came to his work with House Cannith.The Bard listens and remembers every detail.  This is what she does best.  She takes life’s stories and makes them adventurous or funny.  She then tells them for food or money as required.  When she met Regganold and learned of his uniquely cursed ring she knew she had an epic story in the making.  His stories about Lady Elaydren and his many trips to Zilargo add to the spice of the story.  Regganold is less than innocent man of ill luck but means no one harm.  He is likeable enough, for a mortal anyway.“What did she want anyway?” she asks him as he begins to talk more about the wife of Merrix d’Cannith.“Power of some sort.  She always wanted power.” He says then pauses briefly listening to the fire crackle and pop.  “She did mention the Creation Schema once.  I think that is what she was looking for.”The bard raises an eyebrow in an impossibly tall arch in disbelief.  “THE Creation Schema?”“There’s more than one?” suggests the clueless man.“I have heard rumors that the warforged are not originally created by Cannith.   Rumor has it they were created using secret and very ancient magic and artifacts from Xen’drik. The means to do this was inscribed on six interlocking pieces of a plaque.  Each piece had a part in creating the thinking sentinels of the Giants.  They were possibly created after the elven rebellion occurred.”“Elven …rebellion?” he asks in complete unclearity.“Never mind that, tell me more Reggie.  You said she used some adventurers to find the pieces.  Who were they?”Regganold begins to tell her about Cedious and the others.  Every detail is memorized by The Bard.  An epic story is already in the making.  A mischievous halfling, a bumbling gnomish artificer, warforged brutes of which had a strange sense of trophies (a goblin head!).  Reggie avoids talking too much about the House of Pain and his time there.  She has him repeat it once more.  This time she softly hums a background tune to it.  “It is writing itself!” she merrily says.“Where are they now?”“Lady Elaydren – Cannith suggested they were in Fairhaven just before I came to meet you in the mountains.”“Really?   It may be worth our time to check this out.” Then she suddenly stops.  “The insects have stopped chirping.”“Oh no- not the ring again!”  Regganold stands up and braces to bolt at the first sign of an attack.  Suddenly the ground erupts and a Bulette snatches Regganold and has him by the leg-“Arrrgh!    I hate this cursed ring!” Regganold begins to punch at the armored head doing nothing but damaging his knuckles on it.“At least the ring will grow it back.  Brace yourself.”“Huh?!?”The Bard pulls out her rapier and raises it over her head next to Regganold and the Land Shark.</blockquote>

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