Considering that we have returning characters and new characters, we're "rolling back time" some to allow for everyone to get interested and such.
Caex- the shard has been stolen from you, with that note left in its place. All of the other characters who were part of the original story are fully aware of all information up to that point.
You new people, you are in the city of Gullevin. Why you are there is completely up to you, feel free to give any reason you wish, but you are there. The information you have about the city is that which is commonly known- if you wish an outline form me I will give it, but skimming the other thread would probably give you more, as it would take me all day to type that up here.
You can be pretty much anywhere in the city you wish to be, barring areas that would be closed to you (unless you can justify it... I don't think any of you are quite good enough to breach the wards inside the college, but I could be wrong).
Greetings.
I have taken your prize, for he who cannot guard it deserves it not.
Find me...if you think you can.
-Z.
The heroes (?), having just realized that the essence of Death is no longer where it should have been, all begin talking at once.
The black-haired archmage yells with acid in her tone, "What do you mean, stolen? How could you let something that important get stolen? You left it in plain SIGHT? Are you a FOOL?" She points a finger at the helf-dragon, looking up to look him in the eye as best she can.
The short dark elf mage touches his chin and wonders..."What was here. Someone was using teleportation magic, and I can't trace it."
"What do you mean, you can't trace it? You never admit to not being able to do anything!"
"Be quiet, lady mage, because I surely cannot think through your screaming."
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Malin Maren stands just outside the city walls, waiting to get in, unsure as to why he suffers the wait. However, the voice only he can hear urges him on. "That's it, boy! Move along. Blend in."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters. "And I can't believe you're whining about standing in line. Shut up and blend, dammit!"
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Thorel took a defiant step between Shalandra and Caex, "Settle down. We managed to recover the essence of life, and we will get the essence of death back."
"Could you all please STOP SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER." Stohr yells, trying to get people to listen to him, something he usually would have no problem with but in this company.. "Yes, it was stolen. Yes, it was important to our mission. However, it was still just an object, a powerful artifact, but an object. We can get it back, we are still alive, we have the power of life. Did anyone of you just stop to think that that whatever stole it from Caex could've propably killed him just as easily as taking it? He could've killed anyone of us, EVERYONE of us. A dagger in your back when you are sleeping can do miracles, and I believe that you all sleep sometimes. Whatever that thing is, I believe we should be happy that we are alive, and use what we are left with and do our best to retrieve what was stolen."
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and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"Dammit!" Caex mutters, mentally punching himself in the face for not realizing he should have put the essence somewhere more secure.
"At least only one was taken," Caex says calmly, grabbing the pouch with the Essence of Fire inside. "Carrying two of the Essences was stupid of me. Each of us should only carry one. If we split them up, we have a better chance of keeping them."
Speaking of which, who has what essences?
I have Fire.
Yukora has Thunder.
Who has Cold and Life?
Caex puts the enchanted bag deep in his robes. Deep enough that to steal it, one would have to actually fight him for it.
Turning to Lucien, Caex hands him the note that was left in the place of the Essence of Death. "Whoever it was, they left this."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Alacar blinks and wonders what just happened, but is surprised to see everyone here, yammering on. He rubs his chin and thinks for a moment. "Okay, so now that we're here again, what'll we be doing next? I don't want to sit around idle in Sigil or something. What other essences are left?" He wonders aloud.
Malin notes that the crowd is moving rather quickly away from a certain area, for what reason, he isn't sure... it seems to involve a confrontation between several people. They aren't fighting, but one young lady is yelling rather loudly at a half-dragon.
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Shalandra looks down at Thorel.
"Um, what? Settle down, he says. If you knew-"
She stops and thinks for a minute.
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Lucien takes the letter from Caex and scans it. "Z. I do not know..." He casts several spells on it in quick succession, and with the last, he shakes his head.
"Something powerful is blocking my spells. I can only think of one ....being... who would take such a thing, and I know that Rubicant would not use an agent other than Jamiran. He trusts no one. However, if what I think is true actually is..."
He looks serious.
"We are all in far more danger than we were a few moments ago."
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Uh... I know Thorel had one. Caex has two..remember, you had the cold one, even though you kept it tightly locked up due to your nature. I believe that someone else had the Life one. Who that was, I can't remember. I'll scan the thread and find out.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Screaming match with a pissed-off woman. Sounds like the demonweb pits. I'll go another way.
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
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"I believe we should take into consideration who else might want the Essence of Death for their own means," Serato offers coolly; "Not only would that provide us with a lead as to where to recover it, but also what to expect of those who have taken it. I believe it's safe to assume they don't mean well."
He turns, an invisible yet evident barrier of distance between himself in the others, thinking. His face, normally unreadable, seems touched with frustration.
"I believe we should take into consideration who else might want the Essence of Death for their own means," Serato offers coolly; "Not only would that provide us with a lead as to where to recover it, but also what to expect of those who have taken it. I believe it's safe to assume they don't mean well."
He turns, an invisible yet evident barrier of distance between himself in the others, thinking. His face, normally unreadable, seems touched with frustration.
"What's a death essence?" asks Apachai.
The hulking minotaur cocks his head sideways and blinks in befuddlement.
"Oh for the last time, Apachai. It's everything that is bad in this world. It spawns undeath. It must be purged as soon as we are through with it."
God! I had to be sick the day you kids decide to start... i missed everything
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A crow lands on top of a gnome's shoulders, his hair a strange mixture of reds and oranges, his eyes an out of place azure blue, he is dressed in regal clothes, the colors are as varied and exuberant as his hair.
He carries on his side two leather bound books strapped to his belt by thick leather, each book carries an illustration of a mask, one laughing and one sad.
As he walks into town the crow just looks around idly from its perch on the gnomes shoulders, the duo walks around aimlessly the gnome having a bizarre grin on his face.
You know the people of this place are likely to think you are a lunatic right?
What makes you think that?
Oh I dont know, maybe the fact you look like a circus act, have a bird thats almost a third of your size... Hey im not that! short ...ahem is a FOURTH your size resting on your shoulders, and you have the grin of a butcher who just received a newly sharpened cleaver.
But I like my grin, it makes me look Dashing!
No it makes you look like a kobold about to eat some goblin puree, erease it and try not to embarass me too much.
Yes yes... sometimes i wonder who is who's familiar here.
Sometimes i wonder that too.
As the gnome looks around he notices the crowd dispersing and decides to go check it out.
Look Poe lets try over there!
Why over there? people are fleeing from that group!
Well yes thats true, but dont you want to know why they are fleeing from that group.
No, not rea.. Ah c'mon! who knows perhaps it'll be fun!
Last time you said that you massacred three Halfling Communities and gave rise to a goblin Kingdom!
Wasnt that the job?
No, where where hired to wipe out a goblin tribe that had been ravaged by plague how you gave rise to that kingdom i still cant understand!
"Yes, it was that scary ball thing that we took from the last bad guy we killed thirty minutes ago—"
"You know, that poopy-head lich boy toy of that other guy, the lubricated one. Jammy-jam jams or something," The excitable ball of light offers mercurially, floating about in the air erratically.
Serato waits for the lantern archon to become bored of what it was talking about and turn its attention to something else.
"Indeed, the nature of the Death Essence tells us that there's either a powerful necromancer who has use for it besides Rubicant himself, or perhaps an even greater force. The question is, how many gods were involved in the events that lead to the essences, which of them could be personally aware of what is happening as of now?"
"Killed," Caex asks Serato stonily. "He was a lich. He's not dead. He'll be back within a month, and probably hell-bent on revenge. If we don't get that essence back, we'll be in an even worse position than we were at the start of the day."
To Lucien, he says "So you have a guess on the identity of the one who stole the essence. Who is it, and where are they? My idiocy lost the essence, it's my responsibility to get it back."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"There are several options." Lucien looks a bit like he's...off in space, almost. It's evident he's considering things, dismissing them, and considering others.
Shalandra throws her hands up and sighs.
"Who'd steal from us? I know a few... haven't seen Mischief around in awhile, though." She almost blushes, but comes within inches instead. "Arathul's been AWOL since he ****ed up royally with that other guy...what was his name... and well... most things can't handle death crystals!"
Lucien's eyes fly open.
"He isn't alive... Necrotius Amarion. Not anymore, he isn't..."
Shalandra frowns. "He never looked alive to begin with."
"The Revenancer herself gave him that gift, my lady." he says.
"Gift? LIFE is a gift. Undeath is.." She stops, shutting her mouth rather quickly.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
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There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
"Do you suppose I was not aware of that?" Serato responds dispassionately; "We did indeed kill him, just not permanently. A month is a generous amount of time to find the phylactery if you ask me."
He turns to Lucien and Shalandra suddenly.
"So then, who is Necrotius Amarion?"
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"A month is nothing compared to the long lifespan of a dragon, or the eternal existance of the undead," Caex says. "With someone as powerful as Rubicant backing him, I doubt we will find Jamiran's phylactery at all."
A thought strikes Caex, and he reaches into his robes. Pulling out the Essence of Cold, he holds it out to Serato. "The Essence of Cold. Do you want to hold onto it? As I said before, one of us holding multiple essences is stupid."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
IMO it would be a gray area of my vow. Even if I never used it, by bearing it, it would be in my possession (thus against my vow). Even if AoK would otherwise allow it, Serato wouldn't.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
Quote from Concerning breeding habits of humans in fantasy games »
I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
Quote from Yukora »
This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
Quote from RedDwarfian »
Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
Quote from Concerning breeding habits of humans in fantasy games »
I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Kaulesh stare off past the rest of the party, deep in thought yet still listening intently. "Caex, think. Even if we can figure out who the thief is, wantonly rushing in to attack someone of that power is suicide. Also, if you insist that someone else hold the cold essence I will be willing to carry it."
The Illumian looks over toward Shalandra and Lucien. "I am happy to look for the essence, but I would not know where to start. For that I default to you two."
With a curious look at Serato and his refusal of the essence, Caex hands it over to Kaulesh. He looks frustrated. "Suicide? So was rushing off to the Negative Energy Plane to deal with Rubicant's trusted lieutenant. If nobody else wants to go, fine. But I'm not going to let whoever did this get away with it. I lost it, and I'll get it back. By myself if I have to."
Yes, he's an idiot sometimes. Like when he convinced everyone else that it would be a good idea to keep the evil magic sword. That's gonna come back to bite us eventually, I'm sure.
Speaking of which, doesn't Kaulesh have the sword in some kind of super-enchanted Bag of Holding?
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Considering that we have returning characters and new characters, we're "rolling back time" some to allow for everyone to get interested and such.
Caex- the shard has been stolen from you, with that note left in its place. All of the other characters who were part of the original story are fully aware of all information up to that point.
You new people, you are in the city of Gullevin. Why you are there is completely up to you, feel free to give any reason you wish, but you are there. The information you have about the city is that which is commonly known- if you wish an outline form me I will give it, but skimming the other thread would probably give you more, as it would take me all day to type that up here.
You can be pretty much anywhere in the city you wish to be, barring areas that would be closed to you (unless you can justify it... I don't think any of you are quite good enough to breach the wards inside the college, but I could be wrong).
The heroes (?), having just realized that the essence of Death is no longer where it should have been, all begin talking at once.
The black-haired archmage yells with acid in her tone, "What do you mean, stolen? How could you let something that important get stolen? You left it in plain SIGHT? Are you a FOOL?" She points a finger at the helf-dragon, looking up to look him in the eye as best she can.
The short dark elf mage touches his chin and wonders..."What was here. Someone was using teleportation magic, and I can't trace it."
"What do you mean, you can't trace it? You never admit to not being able to do anything!"
"Be quiet, lady mage, because I surely cannot think through your screaming."
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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"I can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters.
"And I can't believe you're whining about standing in line. Shut up and blend, dammit!"
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"Dammit!" Caex mutters, mentally punching himself in the face for not realizing he should have put the essence somewhere more secure.
"At least only one was taken," Caex says calmly, grabbing the pouch with the Essence of Fire inside. "Carrying two of the Essences was stupid of me. Each of us should only carry one. If we split them up, we have a better chance of keeping them."
I have Fire.
Yukora has Thunder.
Who has Cold and Life?
Caex puts the enchanted bag deep in his robes. Deep enough that to steal it, one would have to actually fight him for it.
Turning to Lucien, Caex hands him the note that was left in the place of the Essence of Death. "Whoever it was, they left this."
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Shalandra looks down at Thorel.
"Um, what? Settle down, he says. If you knew-"
She stops and thinks for a minute.
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Lucien takes the letter from Caex and scans it. "Z. I do not know..." He casts several spells on it in quick succession, and with the last, he shakes his head.
"Something powerful is blocking my spells. I can only think of one ....being... who would take such a thing, and I know that Rubicant would not use an agent other than Jamiran. He trusts no one. However, if what I think is true actually is..."
He looks serious.
"We are all in far more danger than we were a few moments ago."
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"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
He turns, an invisible yet evident barrier of distance between himself in the others, thinking. His face, normally unreadable, seems touched with frustration.
The hulking minotaur cocks his head sideways and blinks in befuddlement.
"Oh for the last time, Apachai. It's everything that is bad in this world. It spawns undeath. It must be purged as soon as we are through with it."
Jen just a little question, do you want me to PM you my Daily Spell List or just Spoiler it? Either works for me
By the way Italics are thoughts or mental conversations, Green is for Oreo and Purple for Poe
A crow lands on top of a gnome's shoulders, his hair a strange mixture of reds and oranges, his eyes an out of place azure blue, he is dressed in regal clothes, the colors are as varied and exuberant as his hair.
He carries on his side two leather bound books strapped to his belt by thick leather, each book carries an illustration of a mask, one laughing and one sad.
As he walks into town the crow just looks around idly from its perch on the gnomes shoulders, the duo walks around aimlessly the gnome having a bizarre grin on his face.
You know the people of this place are likely to think you are a lunatic right?
What makes you think that?
Oh I dont know, maybe the fact you look like a circus act, have a bird thats almost a third of your size... Hey im not that! short ...ahem is a FOURTH your size resting on your shoulders, and you have the grin of a butcher who just received a newly sharpened cleaver.
But I like my grin, it makes me look Dashing!
No it makes you look like a kobold about to eat some goblin puree, erease it and try not to embarass me too much.
Yes yes... sometimes i wonder who is who's familiar here.
Sometimes i wonder that too.
As the gnome looks around he notices the crowd dispersing and decides to go check it out.
Look Poe lets try over there!
Why over there? people are fleeing from that group!
Well yes thats true, but dont you want to know why they are fleeing from that group.
No, not rea.. Ah c'mon! who knows perhaps it'll be fun!
Last time you said that you massacred three Halfling Communities and gave rise to a goblin Kingdom!
Wasnt that the job?
No, where where hired to wipe out a goblin tribe that had been ravaged by plague how you gave rise to that kingdom i still cant understand!
"You know, that poopy-head lich boy toy of that other guy, the lubricated one. Jammy-jam jams or something," The excitable ball of light offers mercurially, floating about in the air erratically.
Serato waits for the lantern archon to become bored of what it was talking about and turn its attention to something else.
"Indeed, the nature of the Death Essence tells us that there's either a powerful necromancer who has use for it besides Rubicant himself, or perhaps an even greater force. The question is, how many gods were involved in the events that lead to the essences, which of them could be personally aware of what is happening as of now?"
To Lucien, he says "So you have a guess on the identity of the one who stole the essence. Who is it, and where are they? My idiocy lost the essence, it's my responsibility to get it back."
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Shalandra throws her hands up and sighs.
"Who'd steal from us? I know a few... haven't seen Mischief around in awhile, though." She almost blushes, but comes within inches instead. "Arathul's been AWOL since he ****ed up royally with that other guy...what was his name... and well... most things can't handle death crystals!"
Lucien's eyes fly open.
"He isn't alive... Necrotius Amarion. Not anymore, he isn't..."
Shalandra frowns. "He never looked alive to begin with."
"The Revenancer herself gave him that gift, my lady." he says.
"Gift? LIFE is a gift. Undeath is.." She stops, shutting her mouth rather quickly.
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"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
He turns to Lucien and Shalandra suddenly.
"So then, who is Necrotius Amarion?"
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"A month is nothing compared to the long lifespan of a dragon, or the eternal existance of the undead," Caex says. "With someone as powerful as Rubicant backing him, I doubt we will find Jamiran's phylactery at all."
A thought strikes Caex, and he reaches into his robes. Pulling out the Essence of Cold, he holds it out to Serato. "The Essence of Cold. Do you want to hold onto it? As I said before, one of us holding multiple essences is stupid."
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Strangely enough, NONE of you know anything about this person. It's a weird effect....almost as if anything you might have known is suddenly gone.
Lucien stops.
"Necrotius..."
Shalandra stares.
"I...uh...hmm..."
"I don't know." Lucien seems as dispassionate as Serato, but a clever observer can tell that this is definitely not the case.
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
BTW, whoever came up with the name 'Necrotius' should be punished.
Spellcraft (on what could be causing the weird forgetfulness?):
Sense Motive on Lucien even if it doesn't mean anything:
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Anyone else have some bright ideas?
The Illumian looks over toward Shalandra and Lucien. "I am happy to look for the essence, but I would not know where to start. For that I default to you two."
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I don't care if I was framed for murder if I only got a warning I would let it go.
Speaking of which, doesn't Kaulesh have the sword in some kind of super-enchanted Bag of Holding?
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