"I would hope our task is not to do with guarding against or hunting down this group, I believe any beings capable of allegedly killing three dragon lords are quite beyond our reckoning. But I am sure Lord Anthivar has something much more subtle in mind." Veyllim remarks, nodding to the Lord.
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"An informant in your city, find them." Bel sighs. "I thought that there was something weird in the letter. Couldn't grasp it at first, more of a feeling. No one writes that bad text without having something that doesn't meet the eye in it. Too short sentences.."
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I'll leave it up the rest of you to figure how I got that answer. There is a hint in my post, though. Don't wanna spoil the fun in letting you solve it yourself.
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producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
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"Very good," Anthivar praises; "I hoped you would figure it out on your own. I have a theory about this 'informant'. The other three dragons who have vanished did so because someone managed to enter their castles. I believe someone close to them betrayed them to whoever sent this note. They could have sabotaged any magical defenses that were in the way, or given the intruders vital information about the castle or their lord."
"I also believe we are dealing with a group, and not just a single perpatrator," Anthivar gestures to the note. "The repetition of the words 'we', 'us', and the like seem to suggest there are more than one. Perhaps a traitor to their organization wrote me the note under the guise of a threat."
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"Well there are a few organizations out there that would have people skilled enough to make it to your throne. Most organizations like that are already very secretive so a traitor among them probably wouldn't even stand out in the least. Sounds like a solid theory." says Saim as he thinks to himself how many people he has met that might be capable. There could be so many possibilities...
"Wouldn't the people closest to you be the most obvious targets then?" Oaheim says suddenly, still in his constantly shifting Common/Abyssal speech "I mean they would also be the ones capable of bypassing most security wouldn't they?"
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"Oh, trust me, figuring that out is easy compared to trying to figure what our friend here is saying." Bel says, rolling his eyes. "Another thought crossed my mind, your citizens seem to be scared, afraid, of something. Afraid of shadows, I would say. Do you believe there is a connection, here?"
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claiming nothing,
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"Of shadows..." Anthivar says, more to himself than to Bel. Shaking his head slightly, Anthivar says "Yes, there have been some disappearances lately. They all happened around dusk. The superstitious population began to equate the vanishing people to the long shadows of dusk."
Anthivar nods at Oaheim. "I do indeed suspect the people closest to me are the best suspects. But at the same time, I can't think of who would possibly betray me."
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"Maybe the term shouldn't be betray, but rather replaced" Oaheim asks, no longer worried since apparently Anthivar has no problems with his shifting dialect
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"But what motive would one have to cause these disappearances? Necromantic magic, maybe?" Bel shrugs. "I have no idea, really. The two might be intertwined or not, but I think that this is our only clue, and we'll have to pursue it."
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creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
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Anthivar nods to Bel. "I agree that it is your best bet for a lead. I don't know if they're related or not, but it would be foolish not to at least make sure. They have been happening for... a week, I believe. Seven people have vanished. One per day."
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"Do you have a list of the Victims and their position in relation to you? It would help to see if there's any value or connection to you through their disappearances, also who replaced their position?" Oaheim asks calmly, slowly growing more used to Common and making less mistakes.
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Anthivar shakes his head. "They were peasants, commoners, laborers. Nobody close to me; nobody I knew. Most of the disappearances have happened in the poorer districts of town, somewhere I don't go often."
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"But what about their work? what did they do? had they any work in relation to you? or anything that would give them access to this place? like a servant or a stable boy? Even the most mundane job could be a clue... and if so who took over their jobs?" Oaheim continues to ask.
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"As far as I know, nobody had any job that was particularly important to me," Anthivar says as he stands. "Like I said, I knew nothing of these people. Please, go to the places where they disappeared. Try to find evidence of... something. If you need anything, I will be here."
Anthivar walks out of the room, and Peabody walks in. "Lord Anthivar wishes me to help you find your way out of the castle. It can get rather confusing. Please, this way."
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Bel stands up and wipes his face, before addressing the boy. "Thank you. We are new in town, so would you know anything about those rumours going around the town about some disappearances?"
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Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
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{Magic: The RPG}
I'll leave it up the rest of you to figure how I got that answer. There is a hint in my post, though. Don't wanna spoil the fun in letting you solve it yourself.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"So we are hunting the informant then. Sounds like a challenge. Would you like the guilty party in one piece or in small easy to carry bags?"
"I also believe we are dealing with a group, and not just a single perpatrator," Anthivar gestures to the note. "The repetition of the words 'we', 'us', and the like seem to suggest there are more than one. Perhaps a traitor to their organization wrote me the note under the guise of a threat."
{Magic: The RPG}
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Anthivar nods at Oaheim. "I do indeed suspect the people closest to me are the best suspects. But at the same time, I can't think of who would possibly betray me."
{Magic: The RPG}
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
{Magic: The RPG}
{Magic: The RPG}
Anthivar walks out of the room, and Peabody walks in. "Lord Anthivar wishes me to help you find your way out of the castle. It can get rather confusing. Please, this way."
{Magic: The RPG}
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.