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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 10, 2013 16:26:35 GMT -5
Vareth walks towards the trade hall, looking around after he reaches it as if he is trying to find something but obviously has no clue where it is. He leans against his staff and ponders for a moment.
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 10, 2013 19:46:45 GMT -5
After a few Vareth stops a passerby and asks,
"Excuse me, could you point me to Master Aelorn's office?"
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Post by Jon on Mar 10, 2013 21:46:33 GMT -5
The man wearing a blacksmith's apron smiles and says, "You must be new here." before pointing to a large workshop behind the tradehall.
"That's his place."
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 10, 2013 22:54:03 GMT -5
Vareth nods gratefully and proceeds to the workshop, knocking on the door after he arrives.
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Post by Jon on Mar 11, 2013 5:54:37 GMT -5
A man in green and brown robes answers the door. He is wearing a matching hood and a mask that covers the lower half of his face.
"Hello, How may I help you?"
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 11, 2013 14:26:04 GMT -5
"I am looking for Master Aelorn. Is he available, sir?"
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Post by Jon on Mar 11, 2013 21:19:12 GMT -5
The man pauses a moment, then answers.
"You are speaking to him. I'm available for discussion I suppose, so long as it won't interrupt my work. And you are?"
As he asks he returns to the loom in his workshop, and a sheet of silk he is meticulously weaving.
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 11, 2013 21:28:29 GMT -5
Vareth follows Aelorn into his workshop, looking around and studying everything in as much detail as possible. After a walk around the room he turns back to Aelorn and responds,
"Vareth Nar. An Illusionist who just arrived here. I thought it would be polite to introduce myself."
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Post by Jon on Mar 11, 2013 22:06:58 GMT -5
"Indeed it is polite to introduce yourself." Aelorn replies, moving the shuttle through the with impressive speed and precision.
"I suppose you are planning to join in the war effort? At least I hope you are. We won't have much use for those who wouldn't."
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 11, 2013 23:42:04 GMT -5
Vareth looks a bit far away as he watches Aelorn weave. In a somewhat soft voice he says, almost to himself,
"My mother was a seamstress...nothing quite so nice."
With a shrug he responds to the question,
"Yes sir, I am. Although apparently it is no longer just goblins but also undead? A big enough threat to put a bounty on them at least. No one seems to know the true cause of it, either."
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Post by Jon on Mar 12, 2013 9:12:43 GMT -5
"Do you always jump to conclusions?" The sorcerer halts the shuttle and turns on his stool.
"Toth is a progenitor of death. He abhors undead, as it is a perversion of all that he is. We know he has dozens of priests and paladins of Deleck at his command, and we have never seen a single undead in his ranks."
Aelorn turns back to the loom. "The bounty has nothing to do with the war. Roaming undead are a danger to the safety of Lord Gaverek's subjects, that is why there is a bounty."
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 12, 2013 14:04:24 GMT -5
Vareth looks a bit rueful.
"I suppose that will teach me to base my knowledge on bar talk. This Toth, does he believe himself a representative of Buru then? Does this war have some religious meaning for him?"
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Post by Jon on Mar 12, 2013 18:30:35 GMT -5
"Religious? Probably not. Representative of Buru... not any more than a child is representative of a parent. He is a manifestation of Death, and has predilections as such."
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Post by Vareth Nar on Mar 12, 2013 19:30:59 GMT -5
Vareth nods.
"I suppose that is better than the alternative."
He looks around at the workshop for a moment before speaking again.
"Sir, I came here to the port not only to help but also to learn. I had flights of fancy that there may be a plethora of ruins and secrets hidden near the fort. After hearing of ZIMM, I even had hopes it was true. Might I ask you about such things?"
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Post by Jon on Mar 12, 2013 19:56:37 GMT -5
"From my research so far, I believe it is true that there have been many empires that have risen and fallen on the Gaesten Isle. Conquerors and tyrants, monsters and madmen. It is possible there are hundreds of lost treasures hidden in the landscape."
Aelorn turns back to his loom and returns to his weaving.
"Of late, my attention has been focused on the war, however, and I haven't had time to go delving into the rumors of lost treasure troves. From what I hear there has been plenty of value to salvage from the goblin forces."
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