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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 4142131" data-attributes="member: 4441">Amarine doesn't stir when you leave, but then again perhaps that is for the better.  At the very least, she was quite satisfied last night, so maybe more than simple sloth keeps her in bed...Oliver knows rather intuitively that there are many here who would find his binding distasteful, if not abhorrant.  The place to bind Paimon must be, of necessity, private and under cover.  It is a good thing you do not often call the more nature-oriented visages, or keeping this a secret might be impossible.  As it is, you must engage a private room at a meeting house for the slightly exhorbitant price of two silver.  Mostly used by the people of Greenheart when they need a place of absolute privacy to discuss certain manners, the proprietor takes your money with pursed lips.  As usual, Paimon gets the best of you this morning, and with your face set in its almost characteristic twisted smile, you exit the room an hour later, leaving an air of suspicion behind you.  But since you had been careful to extract even the tiniest particle of chalk from the floor, there's nothing left behind to incriminate you.  Yatrax rolls her eyes slightly when you rejoin the group and make your glib comment.  "My evening was busy, and no, not in the manner you would suspect, my fine hedonist," she says with only a hint of playfulness.  She raises her voice to be heard more clearly by the others in the group. "I overheard rumors of unusual creatures stalking the western woods.  Some of the Gatekeeper sect is worried, and they want to bring out some of their hunters in force.  They're here to beg help from some other druids in residence.  I don't know if this is Roth's doing, but either way, it seems as if there will be some hungry obstacles on our path," she says, her dark eyes flashing.    The thin elf's eyes widen at Kurst's words, and he quickly pulls a book out of his pack and skims it briefly, writing down something quickly in a corner.  Snapping the book shut, he turns back to you and nods briefly."I have indeed heard of something like that.  Not being turned into demons, mind you.  Come everyone, let us away from prying ears..." Valerian urges, and once the group is separated from the main flow, and eyes and ears are peeled for any inadvertant spies in the form of animals or plants, Valerian begins to talk again."Arrgha'n, you may already know some of this, so forgive me if I repeat.  There are many planes that exist beyond our world, and one of those planes is known as Xoriat, the plane of Madness.  Nine thousand years ago there was a great incursion from that plane.  All creatures known now as aberrations were either natives of that plane, or normal creatures twisted by the daelkyr - the lords of madness who led the invasion.  I know some of the names of these daelkyr lords, but I do not speak them aloud if not pressed; some of them are known to have eyes everywhere and I have not survived this long by being incautious."Two of their more prevalent servants are dolgaunts and dolgrims, twisted from hobgoblins and goblins.  These, Kurst, are undoubtedly the 'demons' you spoke of.  They look demonic enough to the ignorant, and rarely do they appear exactly the same twice, so mistakes can be easy to make by the untrained.  Now, the Gatekeeper druids, Yatrax, bound the surviving Daelkyr commanders in the depths of Khyber, the lightless caverns underground.  But their progeny survives to this day.  It could be that someone has been opening parts of Khyber in an attempt to weaken the great seals... or this could be an attack from the daelkyr lords themselves.  Anything we might find of their ilk is bound to be extremely dangerous and unpredictable in the extreme."  Lecture over, Valerian folds his long hands and waits for further questions, like a professor at the head of a lecture hall.</blockquote>

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