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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1757549" data-attributes="member: 9191">Dimitri~The boy looks terrified, with tears streaming down his face, “We dared him to go in, into the church at the Old Graveyard.  He was suppose to just run in and touch the altar.  But he screamed and didn’t come out.  The Ghouls got him Abbot!  You have to save him!”Esbon Field was a recent addition to these parts.  The Village had grown in the past fifty years or so. Previous to that there had been a larger town to the south, that almost a hundred years ago had been burnt to the ground, a victim of the Baronial Wars.  All that was left were a few stone foundations and the Old Graveyard.Dimitri knew for a fact there were no undead there, though at one time there had been.  He had gone there with a few friends to clean the place out in his youth.  The abbot of the monastery at the time had reconsecrated the place.  Unless some sinister forces had slipped in right beneath his nose, there was very little chance the boy had been taken by ghouls.Tares Hehrog~As he looks about the room, he can see the entirety of the tree radiates several different forms of magic, from divination to abjuration.  The furniture in the room if finely crafted but non-magical.  The books all radiate a mild transformative magic, probably for preservation.A little while later a smallish elf, not even reaching Tares height, enters the room.  He is encumbered by an impressive stack of books of different sizes and shapes.  Like all elves he appears young, but you sense that perhaps this one actually is.  He places the books on the table and then turns to you.“I am Cerren.   Lady Elusriel is my teacher.  She has asked me to help you with your research.  I understand you are interested in the Aerdin Travelogues, particularly in reference to the Xevaisia sites.  These are the most relevant to the subject.” He says indicating the books, then pointing to one particular one, “I included the Talvoric Codex, which has some information on the origins on the sites, though it was written by Talvor the Gnomeflayer, a particularly vile fiend, so take what you read in it will a grain of salt.”“I suppose the most relevant question is: Do you read elven?”Ata~Standing looking toward the ceiling, a dwarf steps out of the temple and walks up to you.  He looks at you a moment then stands next to you to try and figure out what you are looking at.  Being too far for him to see, he shrugs and addresses you.“I be Untor Deephammer, friend of Derrick Stonesplitter.  You are Ata, friend on Glangim?”He holds his hand out.“The lad does seem to be takin’ it well.  I suppose Derrick was the closest thing to a family Glangim ever had.  I be thinkin’ that if I came home to find my family had gone to see Moradin personal like I’d not be takin’ it very well either.”“But I don’t be thinking there is anything you can be doing for your friend now.  I was about to good to the mead hall an’ I would be honored if you would be accompanying me.  Not sure what ya little folk do deep down do when ya lose someone close to ye, but here we like to raise a pint to our friends and share stories so that we might remember them fondly, before we return his body to the Bones of the Earth.”Glangim, Shifter~Time passes.  Below you the sound of the dwarves ruckus laughter can be heard.  Dwarves traditionally celebrate the lives of those that have passed on to Dwarfhome for two days, before the great funereal procession on the third day.  Generally speaking it is a bittersweet time where the dwarves pay homage to the fallen through stories.  The more that participate, the more lives that the deceased had touched.  It sounded like the entirety of Dun Faerin had been touched by Derrick.</blockquote>

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