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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 863619" data-attributes="member: 10820">Session 5.5Eleint 27th, 1372 - Will's Apartment, Dagger Falls, just after duskThe world came into focus and Will stumbled and dropped to his knees. His stomach rolled and he nearly lost its contents. Where am I, he thought. What is going on?Memories flooded in. Teleportation sickness was common, especially for those unused to the magical process of being completed dissembled and reassembled in a far off location. While a very quick method of travel, many preferred long hours on a horse to the pain, anguish, and sickness teleportation could enduce. Man was just not made for such things.Will finally got to his feet and looked around. His apartment was in one piece. There was evidence that Gerick had been here. The bed was made, but not the way Will made it. The pillows were on the wrong side of the blanket. The chairs were not all the way pushed into the table. The only thing that did not seem to have been disturbed was the dresser. Will chuckled and walked to the dresser, opened a drawer and got out a change of clothes. Cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothing, Will set out into the streets of the town. Behind him floated a large disk laden with the spoils of his companion's and his adventures. He walked quickly to his father's villa, keeping an eye out for anyone that would want to take advantage of the situation.There was a pair of guards outside the villa, they nodded to Will as he passed through, greeting him on his return home. As Will went further into the villa he noticed that everything was relatively quiet. He grabbed a passing servant. "Where is everyone?""They are headed to Shadowdale, Master Will. Its almost time for the Harvestide Festival." Will nodded. Yes, it was getting close. He had forgotten in all the adventures of Tethyamar. His family always went to one of the other dales for most of the festivals. It was a good opportunity to make contacts and expand their business. "Of course. Go tell the captain of the guard that I will be needing a half squad of guards.""I'll tell him sir, but I doubt he has that many men to spare.""Probably right. Just have him get me a pair of men then. I don't expect any trouble.""Yes sir." The servant moved off quickly. Will went to the kitchen and grabbed a quick bite. Soon a pair of the house guards joined him. The three went off into town, the floating disc following behind them.The first stop was Derison's shop. Derison was an alchemist and the best place in town to get components, offload the odd trinket and pick up a few enchanted odds and ends. The shop was closed, but Will knew that Derison lived in the same building and would not mind opening for the business at hand. He knocked hard on the door, and a few moments passed before the door cracked open slightly. Derison's features lit up with suprise when he saw who it was that had distrubed him, "Will! Come in! I thought you had left town for a while.""I had. I'm back for a quick stop before I get back at it." The small group was led into the main room of the shop. A candlabra sat on a table lighting the various strange jars and items lining the shelves all around them.Derison saw the floating disc and the pile laying atop it. "Well, well. Adventuring has been good to you." Derison got a bit of a far off look. "Ah... I remember those days." Will smiled, "Interested in the enchanted items? I've got a shield, a suit of plate armor, couple of pairs of bracers..."Derison nodded, "Of course, I'll take them off your hands for the usual cut." Derison dug through the other contents on the disk. "I'll take it all off your hands my friend." He offered up a number that Will thought was a bit low."I'll be needing to get a few things as well, surely you can do better than that." "Well if you are buying as well, I can give you a bit more. What are you interested in?"Will listed out the items needed and soon a bargain was struck. The larger bulkier mundane items had been converted to gems of various sizes. Goods exchanged hands and soon Will and his guards took their leave.The next stop was the sage, Sergio. Like Derison, Sergio's place was closed for the day, but a quick knock brought the sage to the door. "Will! Come in. Its good to see you? How has Tethyamar been treating you?"Will looked at Sergio strangely, "How did you know thats where I was going?""Its my job to know things. You were in here a few days before you left asking if I had anymore books on Tethyamar. It doesn't take much to put the two together."Will smirked, "Right.""That and Gerick told me you hooked up with that dwarf." Sergio grinned and Will rolled his eyes. "Hard to keep a secret around here eh?" The trip was not some secret event, but the easy flow of information didn't exactly make Will very comfortable. "So what can I do for you?" Sergio asked."I need some information about this..." Will pulled the dwarven gem out of its bag. Sergio whistled."Thats impressive." He began taking notes about the gem. "The runes are dwarvish. Protection and power. I would say the enchantment laid upon the gem is one similar to the items that power elven Mythals. It is intended to power a protection spell. I would say probably a long lasting protection spell cast upon the old city."Will frowned, "Well they obviously didn't work." Sergio nodded, "Perhaps the gem is not in its proper place. It could very well need to be placed somewhere specific to work."Will nodded, "We will keep an eye out for something like that. Can you find out something more?" Sergio kept taking notes, drawing his own rendition of the gem. At the top of the notes he wrote in big letters, "Large Enchanted Gem found in Tethyamar." He looked up and nodded, "Of course, I will do what researching I can, at my standard rate." Will nodded. "But there is something else you may want to know about. This gem is not dwarven in make.""What? But it has dwarven runes on it, and was found in dwarven ruins." Will seemed a bit shocked and very interested."True enough. But these runes, while functionally correct are not carved in the dwarvish style. See the curves on the ends here and here? And the way the depth of the carving varies so as to catch the light in different places? Very nondwarvish. Dwarvish standards would have the rune carved at the same depth all around. Dwarves are very rigid in their standards. And curved ends? On dwarvish runes? Never.""So who..." Sergio held up a hand, cutting Will off."See these cuts in the facets of the gem? Here and here. Very tiny, very ornate. Few races make these cuts. And even fewer did in the day this gem was crafted. What you have here is an artifact of halfling craftsmanship." Sergio beamed."Halfling?!" Will shook his head. "Legends say the last ruler of the Mines of Tethyamar was a mighty dwarven warrior who was an adventurer before a ruler. His best friend, a human elementalist or evoker. The two retired together as ruler and chamberlain, but had cut quite a name for themselves, including a fairly famous rescue of a local halfling community. Perhaps what you have here is a gift for such great deeds. I will see what else I can find out for you."Will smiled, "Excellent. Do so, I have more to do tonight, so I will bid you good night." Will roused a final merchant from his off hours activities, and had his disk now laden with supplies when he stopped at the Temple of Tyr. An acolyte approached him upon entry, "Can I help you sir?""Yes, I need to see High Priest Tunfar. Its rather important.""Can I say who is calling on him?""William Farseeker." At the mention of his family name the acolyte nodded and turned to walk off. Soon a large man clad in casual clothing with a large tabbard thrown over the top came from the back rooms of the temple. On the tabbard was the symbol of Tyr. Tunfar the Stout was the most powerful priest in all of Dagger Falls. "Will, its good to see you. What seems to be the problem?" Tunfar shook Will's hand. Will pulled forth the Lolthian holy symbol. "This." He presented it to Tunfar who immadietly wrinkled his nose and took the item, holding it by the cloth that Will had it wrapped in. "How revolting. Just what we need, more drow. Where did you get this?"Will related his story then continued with, "More drow?""Aye... a few days ago a raiding band of the black skinned bastards hit some of the farms to the south of town. Slaughtered twelve farmers, burned four farms to the ground. If it hadn't been for the hand crossbow bolts and a survivor that successfully hid we would not have even known it was drow." Tunfar did not look pleased."With the distance between the forest you found her in and here, I would not think these events related, but I will have to confer with Randal anyways. I will take care of disposing of this for you." He closed the cloth around the holy symbol."Just out of curiousity, what will be done with the metal?"Tunfar frowned, "It will be consumed with the evil it contains."Will nodded, "As I thought. My dwarven companion will be distraught, but what must be done, must be done."Tunfar nodded, "Good luck to you Will, and if you hear more about the dark elves, please inform me.""I will." Will left, his guards and the disk in following him. He headed back to his apartment. He was so looking forward to sleeping in his own bed.Coming in a couple of hours, Session 6- Prologue. Tonight is Session 6, and that means tomorrow Session 6 logs will start.</blockquote>

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