Twisted Infinity

Therdes smiles at the scarecrow comment, “I did not intend to offend Archsorcerer. It was just fortuitous circumstance that brought your request to me while I was trying to rid myself of some unwanted company.”

“No offense.” says Tares waving his hand. “It´s, after all, very little what I can do about my reputation, and does little damage, so I don´t worry at all.”

”Perhaps you can tell me the specifics of these circumstances over breakfast?” It is difficult to tell if he is being polite or is actually asking Tares to tell him what is going on.”

“No need to waste your time, your highness. It´s about matters of significant magical importance, but irrelevant when it comes to practical means.”
 

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Wrahn said:
Glangrim~

The Bones of the Earth, the dwarven graveyard is deep in the earth and the five other dwarves with Glangrim are as silent as he as they descend the broad steps.

Glangrim has buried a few friends here, battle companions mostly. There is a stillness in the tunnels where the ancestors of Dun Faerin are interred in the walls. This time it is different, he can almost feel the weight of eyes on him, almost as if the ancient dwarves are here and judging him.

They almost seem to say who are you to carry weapons into our midst? You may fool the living, but the dead know better.

Bearing his new choice with shoulders broad, Glangim remains strong, his will like the deep stone which surrounds him, the weight of the ancients only steels his resolve, the words of the All-Father resounding in his head, "return to your kin Glangim, The Lost King..."
 

Wrahn said:
Dimitri~

Reynni looks disappointed, “No, I wouldn’t want my pa to worry.” He sighs. He begins to walk back to town, but almost as an after thought, “When you talk to Pelor, could you tell him I am real sorry about breaking the floor of the chapel?”

Dimitri smiles and laughs warmly in response to Reynni's request "Of course I'll tell him. I'm sure he'll forgive you."

Taliln looks shocked, “War, Abbot? With who?”

Dimitri pauses a moment in thought, "I don't know, but I intend to find out. For now it would be best if you keep this news quiet. Even if we don't stop it the war won't reach here for many years so there is no reason to create panic."

Dimitri then turns and heads towards room, but stops suddenly, remembering something from his vision of the future and turns back towards Taliln. "One more thing. Please see to it that the old chapel repaired and maintained. Also, once the repairs have been made, Hallow the grounds. As odd as it seems, I have the feeling that something important may happen there."

Back in his room, Dimitri gathers his things and prepares himself as for battle, which, as far as he knows, may well be the case. His movements are slow, deliberate, even somewhat reverential. Once ready, he kneels and spends several minutes in prayer; then issues a Sending to Tares, saying simply "I am ready."
 

Glangrim~

Remaining stalwart seems to please the spirits or perhaps it is all in Glangrim’s imagination, it is hard to say. The feeling of other presences fades and Derrick internment proceeds without interruption.

As the group is heading out of the maze of burial chambers, Glangrim gets the oddest feeling. He could swear that Derrick is near, he can smell a faint scent of incense and weapon oil that Derrick carried with him in life. He turns to look, but of course there is nothing there. The scent and the feeling fade, but Glangrim can’t help but feel uplifted.

When he reaches the top of the steps, the priests (Who remained at the top to ritualistically return those that ventured into the realm of the dead) open the door. Glangrim once again feels like he is being watched, but this time it is magical and he is guessing it is coming from the sorcerer.
 

Elly takes a deep breath as she feels Tares' magic washing over her, then smiles to the girl.
"Thanks. It looks like I am the one who interrupted you though." she gesture at the girl's flowers "How beautiful. What are they for?"
The singer looks at the girl's hair again, then shakes her head.
"You remind me of a dear friend of mine, you know?"
 
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Wrahn said:
Glangrim~

Remaining stalwart seems to please the spirits or perhaps it is all in Glangrim?s imagination, it is hard to say. The feeling of other presences fades and Derrick internment proceeds without interruption.

As the group is heading out of the maze of burial chambers, Glangrim gets the oddest feeling. He could swear that Derrick is near, he can smell a faint scent of incense and weapon oil that Derrick carried with him in life. He turns to look, but of course there is nothing there. The scent and the feeling fade, but Glangrim can?t help but feel uplifted.

When he reaches the top of the steps, the priests (Who remained at the top to ritualistically return those that ventured into the realm of the dead) open the door. Glangrim once again feels like he is being watched, but this time it is magical and he is guessing it is coming from the sorcerer.

A warm smile wends its way across his face as the doors waver and welcome them once again to Dun Faerin.

Approaching Ata he raises his voice, "ye be dawdlin' again mate, we've gots to be gettin' to go if this 'ere sorcerer is gonna be watch'n us all the way to Sigil," shaking his hand up at some invisible unseen watcher.
 

(After Tares Scries the others, he uses the mirror of mental prowess to open a portal to their location and steps through to show where it is. In less than a minute we should be gathered at Tares´tower)
 

Elly~

Elly takes a deep breath as she feels Tares' magic washing over her, then smiles to the girl.
"Thanks. It looks like I am the one who interrupted you though." she gesture at the girl's flowers "How beautiful. What are they for?"

The maiden smiles, "My brother is getting married."

The singer looks at the girl's hair again, then shakes her head.
"You remind me of a dear friend of mine, you know?"

"Do I? How curious." she says coyly. "What brings you to this little piece of the world?"

As she speaks Tares Hehrog, Archsorcerer steps out of an invisible doorway.

The maiden doesn't look particularly suprised, "I apologize again, there are affairs of mighty magic here. I should go."


Glangrim, Ata, Shifter~

Balin hears Glangrim's words, "Lad, you be off again? We be needin' to have a conversation before ye leave."

Almost on cue the Archsorcerer steps out of no where


Dimitri~

There is no immediate response. A few moments latter the Tares steps through an invisible magic passage.


Tares, Shifter~

You both are aware of a passage to Sigil. It is in an old fortress which has been converted into an inn. It lies on the southern coast of the Northern Continent (Braumin). It requires a feather as a key, a particular kind of feather found far to the south and east on an island chain from a bird there called the Chalup. They are relatively easy to purchase in the bazaars there for their reputed medicinal properties for only a few coppers.
 

"Welcome to my house" says Tares. "We are at King Therdes´castle, though being only a brief visit, I don´t think it´s needed to introduce you to the nobility. Are you ready to leave? As, hm, Shifter said, we´ll go for the portal´s key first, then visit the north. For the first visit we could use the mirror, since I hope it´s going to take us only a minimum of time. For the second travel, I´ll teleport us: I´m confident you´re all used to it."

(That means to travel to one of the southern bazaars, using -again- the Mirror of mental prowess; come back, store it in the portable hole and Greater Teleport to the inn/fortress)
 

"Wait a moment, let me give you something for your brother and his bride. Too bad I have no time."
Elly whistles a brief melody and the girl's flowers glow for a moment with a warm light. When the wind blows through their petals they now let out some merry notes, like little silver bells.
"Bring my best wishes to them. Now I must go. I hope we'll meet again."
She gives the girl her warmest smile, then she turns to Tares: "Archsorcerer, I see your fame is not undeserved. I am ready to leave anytime, and I think I've traveled in so many ways I lost the count. That is sure an interesting mirror you have here. It must have a story worth telling."
She takes a look into it, and tries to put her rebel curls back into place.
 

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