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The Secret Scion

Tondrek: [sblock]Before you left the Lava Pit, Forge told you she would leave messages at the Red Hammer for you, and you could leave information there for her the same way. She gives you directions, and you recognize it as the tavern next to Louella's Last Stand down in the Cogs.

Sometime during the next few weeks, if you go down there, you find a fat letter waiting for you. The Red Hammer is a curious place, an inn and tavern for warforged. Though they don't need to eat or sleep or drink, they often crave company, which is what the Hammer provides. The bar had no liquor behind it, but had various oils, wires, fibers, and other sundries to repair or embellish warforged. The one of the keepers of the inn, a 'forged named Crucible, gives Tondrek his mail. He gets many odd glances when he first came in, but the presence of Sparky and Tondrek's innocent interest in the 'forge soon earns him a certain kind of respect.

The letter is written in a very precise, almost mathmatical hand, and contains a very interesting story:
Tondrek,

Heart has uncovered a truly remarkable story that has given us our first real and solid lead to the location of schemas in Xen'drik. I have transcribed it below.

T'grothnay and the Golden Heart

Many years ago dwelt a powerful nobleman in the kingdom of Tre'vesk. A powerful and clever man, he spent much of his time and power to unite the surrounding baronies under his rule. He was known to be wise and careful, a just and fair ruler. However, as he grew older, he began to worry about both the past and the future. He feared that though he had been a good ruler, he had not been a good man. He feared what lay in the life beyond this one, and did not know if he could bring goodness into his heart at such a late date.

He called to him his children, and gave them a task. "I am old and fear death, for I have not been a truly good man. I ask you, my children, to find a way to bring goodness into my heart, and give me the time to become a truly good man." The children had great love and respect for their father, and agreed to help him. They traveled together all over the kingdom, and eventually found themselves at the shrine of Dawnforge. The priests there told them that Dawnforge was a god of new beginnings, of both renewal and craftsmanship. The children told the priests their father's plight, and the priests agreed to seek a vision from their god. Setting the plans for a new device upon the altar and burning them called the attention of Dawnforge, and one of the priests spoke with his voice:

"Bring to me your father, and have him bring his gold, to make him a pure heart, wood from the trees he used to play in as a boy, and the iron of his weapons. We will forge him a new body and heart, and his spirit will be free to be good, unhindered by past shadows."

The children brought this message to their father, and he gathered the items and went at once to the shrine. The priests took the gold and formed a pure and perfect heart, and began to work the wood and iron they had been brought, as well as other things, stone and fibers, fur and water, plants and sap, as they had been directed in dreams. The king was taken to see the new body they had formed for him, made of all these things. It was strong and well-armored, made of things both alive and not. "This will give you the time and strength to be good. The god himself has blessed this golden heart with his words of wisdom and love. Your spirit will become bound to this body, and your heart will learn these words, and you can become truly good.

"We ask in exchange, leave to make more of these forms, as the god will infuse them with new souls that can be taught goodness."

The king laughed as he felt a great weight lift from his soul, and agreed. His spirit left his aging flesh and become lodged in the godforged body of Dawnforge god. The Golden Heart was placed within the temple, the words engraved on its huge surface used to bring souls to the new bodies the priests would create. T'grothnay took his calling very seriously, and spent many years teaching the new godforged lessons in goodness...


This is all the story we have. However, the story was accompanied by a picture of an ancient Dawnforge temple, which Palette copied and enclosed. These types of ruins are known to be in one certain area of Xen'drik. If we can find the Golden Heart, it may contain the origin of all 'forged schemas! We are organizing funds as quickly as we can to get a letter of marque so we can legitimately own anything we find in Xen'drik. We need more people to go with us, and you would be very welcome. If your friends would be interested, we would be willing to take them along. We cannot promise any pay save for what we might find, but it will be a fascinating adventure, that I can promise you. Leave your reply here with Crucible to tell us know what you decide.
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Shenystari: [sblock]Quote:
By using her own knowledge of meditation, she thinks she could lead Opal and her friends in a "meditation exercise," and then question them under hypnosis to see what they know.


She'll attempt this. I imagine Concentration (+6) and Diplomacy (+10) checks?
When do you want to do this? With witnesses present (Mel or Rayni)? Or alone? Soon, or after you discover a bit more about the Illuminated Minds?

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Shenystari hears from the kids that the liquor is a dark, potent, and slightly bitter drink that makes one fall into a trance state for several hours. People have been known to sleep-walk while under its effects, and some claim they can see through the eyes of other people while in their trance. As to where it is produced, Shenystari can't find out, though the Illuminated Minds usually have a supply of it. The grand vision of the Illuminated Minds seems to be self-improvement, an eventual merging of the spirit with the higher consciousness of the cosmos. They're not exactly humanitarian, as they consider anyone who doesn't try to improve their minds as beneath their notice, but neither do they counsel violence or active cruelty. This "duel of the spirits" is supposed to be a metaphorical representation between the different parts of the mind, base instincts, consciousness, and the higher godmind.


Shenystari will see if she can get some of it from her friend Opal, although she doesn't actually want to imbibe it, but rather see if she can bring it to someone to see if they can tell her what it actually is. Their goal doesn't seem so bad, but it seems like an easy slope to slip from into darkness.
The liquor, Opal will tell you, is only handed out by Arden, and is never taken off the premises, as far as she knows. He only wants people to use it under supervision, as it says it can be harmful to people who are not properly prepared mentally.

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Opal will gladly tell you, as she's been trying to get you to go for the last week or so. They hold their meetings in Arden Fair's home/temple in Upper Tavick's Landing, the Ocean View district to be precise. It's a very rich area, suitable for the type of clientelle the Minds attract. Some people seem entirely swayed by all the Illuminated Minds have to say, others simply are using the philosophy as a stepping stone in their academic journeys.


She'll catalogue that information for her own future use, not willing to go to a meeting alone. Shenystari will try to discern the difference in the people who are swayed and those who are not, if they drink the trance inducing liqour or not, how they see Arden, etc.
Opal seems to be one of those that are well enamored of Arden. He is said to be very handsome and charismatic, and Opal is young. Romantic crushes on a teacher certainly aren't unusual. However, she won't hear anything bad said of him. One of her friends, Isabell, questioned some of his teachings in front of her (and you) and was quickly engaged in a very heated debate. She had to back down eventually, as she was clearly in the minority. It seems Arden inspires loyalty in many of his followers. Isabell has yet to use the liquor, as she joined the order fairly recently. It seems that those who are either new or extremely independent are less swayed by Arden.

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There are some kalashtar in the city, in the Broken Arch district in Middle Dura. They don't advertise their presence, you had to party with five gold to learn that information.


Shenystari considers how she may warn the kalashtar about this Arden Fair's influence and if they'd even be interested in it. She's worried that the stigma held against her by her own people would cause them to distrust anything she told them.
They might be worried about it, as it could be a way to increase the numbers of sleeper agents in the city. They might already know. They could think you're an agent. A simple letter or hint, something indirect, may work easiest. Perhaps an annoymous invitation to one of Arden's open meetings?[/sblock]

Harolk: [sblock]You can find out (in the next few days) that Lorien d'Thuranni is a powerful scion of the House, and a renowned blade-dancer. He and those trained by him are in demand for certain kinds of parties, often thrown by the young and reckless. Perhaps that explains while Silas had an invitation, Silas worked in the tedious and boring but important (according to your father) field of quality control amongst weapons. He was a member of the Pure Guild, who were hired to make sure a person got what they paid for. Silas was responsible for examining metal purity, sharpness, craftsmanship, balance, and other such things. He was not a swordsman himself, in fact, he was nothing more than a kind of glorified inspection agent, but he was well-paid. Thuranni must have used him in the past to make certain they weren't being cheated, hence the invitation.

The party itself is to be held the fourth week of Barrakas, on Zor. The party is labled as a "blade gallery," something you learn to mean that new weapons made by the house will be displayed and then demonstrated in a series of spectacular entertainments. Apparently this party will include weapons made with rare metals from Khyber, techniques found in Xen'drick, and new spells developed by Thuranni scions. The crowd it attracks is bound to be... interesting.

OOC: the post with your "lady friend's" name isn't lost! It's right here! Her name is Querzana Lightningblade.[/sblock]
 

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After finding out what´s the "party" about, Harolk returns to Bail´s house, where he expects to find most of the group. He sits on a table before explaining what brought him there:

"The famous "party" is a blade gallery that´s going to be held soon, the fourth week of Barraaks on Zord. It´ll be interesting, if we can go beyond the door: we´ll see new weapons and weapons techniques, new metals from Xen´drick, and so forth. I´m sure Tondre´ll enjoy himself. With the kind of people that´s supposed to be to those blade galleries I´m sure we´ll be able to blend in there nicely. Do you still do not want to come, Rayni?"
 

[SBLOCK=Mel]*Rayni gives Mel a big hug.*

"Oh Mel, I'm so sorry! This is my fault, isn't it? I knew I should have been more emphatic in my advice against the whole Melanie Vega thing. But please, don't worry Mel," Rayni holds her comfortingly in her arms, just for a moment, the hundred-year-old mother letting a beloved child pour her sorrows into a well of unconditional love and friendship, "I know Bail doesn't hate you. If he hated you, he wouldn't treat you the way he does. He would treat you like he used to treat Tondrek. No Mel...what's happening is quite different. Bail is a young man, and, well, men sometimes say we women are fickle, but they sometimes are not as deeply in touch with their feelings. I think Bail may be lost and confused, trapped between warring emotions he feels. Friendship with Melphina. Perhaps something more with Melanie. And a slight feeling of betrayal due to thinking he was being used. He's scared and unsure, Mel. Would you like me to talk to him? Perhaps I could explain that you are scared and unsure too, just like him..."[/SBLOCK]
 

"A blade gallery? Sadly, you know that as a Wizard, I am not much for blades. In fact, I would have probably fit better at a true social gala rather than such a party. However, this sounds completely perfect for you! Maybe at this gallery you will find the perfect gift to impress your lady friend? Imagine a new type of sword that nobody else in the world has? I know if I liked swords, I would be deeply touched by such a gift. Women like to feel special, and that's a pretty special gift."

(OOC: Cool! Ancient Greek style ruins. I could swear I've seen those Karya before in person, but I can't remember which they are :()
 

[sblock=Isida]Tondrek reads the letter with increasing glee, and giggles several times. He studies the story several times, and the picture, before asking for something to write with. He scrawls a very simple note in his atrocious handwritting: "I go! Friends want to go! I think!" and leaves it to be found later.

[OOC: Knowlege (arcana) and Knowledge (architecture + engineering) to see if Tondrek knows anything about this supposed legend or ths odd architecture. He'll spend an action point on each as it is something he is interested in (unless it looks like he'll fail miserably, of course).][/sblock]
Tondrek continues his days doing random tinkering, occasionally checking on his various projects, and regularly stopping by at the Less Sour But More Confused One's place with the Pretty Ladies. Luckily, he happens to be there the day the Big Sword Man shows up.

"oooh, sharp things! Wonder if used Dhakani tempering techniques! Or Valenaari spirit soaking! Or ..." after going a moment, Tondrek stops and cocks his head, his usual gesture of his limited train of thought jumping tracks or derailing. "Oh, oh! 'Forgy friends still trying to get Letter of Mark, er... Margue of Letters, or something, for Xen'drick. Maybe we go too at some time."
 


Rystil Arden said:
"A blade gallery? Sadly, you know that as a Wizard, I am not much for blades."

"There´ll be also showings of new spells and stuff. Seems that everyone in our little group´ll find something interesting there." replies Harolk.
 

"Sadly, I still believe it is not worth the risk that I would be spotted...all of you, or at least all of you who stepped up to defend me, would be in grave danger if I am spotted, and who better than a Thuranni elf to recognise an Aerenal elf posing as Khorvaire or Valenar, even if they didn't know me personally?"
 

Rystil Arden said:
"Xen'drik sounds like fun. I must admit that I have become a bit fascinated with the Warforged. Perhaps your enthusiasm is infectious?" Rayni grins.
Tondrek grins back and nods happily.
Someone said:
"There´ll be also showings of new spells and stuff. Seems that everyone in our little group´ll find something interesting there." replies Harolk.
"Magic and need made stuff! Imagine infusing a cold iron Valenari blade with swiftness being wielded by a construct arm! Or ..." The mention of magic and manufactured items seems to have had the effect of giving a child both large quantities of sugar and lots of new toys. The half-orc is almost vibrating with excitement now.
 

Hxaptos is content for the moment to travel in whichever direction his friend wants to go. If power is what is needed, then adventure is where he needed to be. Xendrik sounded like it had the most potential. Rumors of the ancients and the jungle filtered down even into the Cogs. This party? well it was an opportunity to poke fun at his social betters and get kicked out of a fine establishment. If there was one of these blades in his pocket? well what harm could there be in that.
 

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