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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Plane Sailing" data-source="post: 6725" data-attributes="member: 114">Late that afternoon Auriel returns from her time in the nearby grove, swapping information with a witch who had summoned her with an animal messenger. The nearby council of witches is concerned with rumours of continued evil-doing by the renegade Belak, whom Auriel had encountered with others way back in the early days. Apparently there have been sightings of strange, possibly undead plants, and the council would like Auriel and others to investigate in the near future.Auriel is stunned at the amount of activity which has gone on in her absence, and helps them out with some lesser restoration spells to help alleviate the problems of blood loss suffered by so many of the party. They all rest up overnight at the Queen of Cups and then since it is holyday most proceed to the temple for the morning services, while Auriel hangs around outside and K’tan retires to his residence at “The Wyvern”. During the service, Azrin appeals to Asura to understand the thoughts of people in the temple, and amidst all the general babble of voices he hears one distinct tone “Not long to wait, this afternoon, and our plans come to fruition - Mwha-ha-ha!”. He can’t pinpoint who this is, but takes note of a number of shady looking characters towards the rear of the temple and reports his findings to the others. They know that this afternoon they have been invited to a feast in their honour, and suspect that a trap may be set there, especially since many of the top merchants will be there and at least one of the Cabal (the leader) has escaped. Azrin also tries to get another word with one of the local acolytes who had tried to tell him something a few days earlier - but despite the acolytes presence in the service, he doesn’t manage to speak with him.They all decide to go along to the celebration in their honour, but remain watchful. This probably spoils their enjoyment a little, and the songs in their honour go unheard and the women who fawn over them go unloved.DMs note: Ah, paranoia!</blockquote>

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