============================================================================== Signs in the Mist: Ancient Cries Pt. I Date: 20th of Fall, 511av. ooc– All times are now being held from this point forwards at 11 pm through to the afternoon of the 21st since there was confusion. This quest is supposed to take up the 20,21st, the second one should be the 22nd and 23rd followed by the finale on the 25th. XD Get ready, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to guess the objectives now.” ============================================================================== |
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Within The Majestic… “I’m Sorry about that Doler, where was I before we were so rudely interrupted?” “You were telling me what I need to know, and I told you I’m not ready yet. It will be at least two days before I am prepared.” ”Yes Doler, but do you understand I was explaining why you must be prepared?” ”I’m sorry, please continue.” The thin haze of a woman smiled at the man as she began, “How much of Sunberth’s history do you know fleshling?” ”It was once a center for mining production for the Alahean Empire but destroyed during the Valterrian. That much even old wives tales can tell anyone. People say the overseers did horrible things to the miners and populace, hence that’s why the townsfolk today abhor anyone who seeks to rule over them all. In fact they can react rather violently towards any sot who tries as they view such a desire as a threat to them all.” A mournful look passed between Doler and the figure floating above his desk, ”Indeed, you are right; though I cannot gainsay the old tales. I’m sure the alahean nobility who were derived from the original overseers did do some horrible things to the populace. They were required to keep the mines going for the war efforts of course, and later the Oath required it for materials to be sent to Sahova. I make no excuses for their actions, my family has had a long history of abuse towards the common people but there is one thing we excel at: we strive to keep them safe from what they cannot do themselves, even if the current threat is merely one facet of Our Interest here.” ”Then why do the other ghosts seem to hate this action you are taking to protect this gods forsaken town!?“ Doler was cut off with a raised hand,”My dear man, the dead are just as divided as the living; even more so. For some will attempt to allow the threat to kill off the people in this town, one by one if it has to. Heck over the past hundreds of years of strife all these new ghosts were created in this town. Some simply who wanted to protect their families in the valterrian, others wanting to just raze it all down to ash and slay the rest of the living; we call them the Craven. Horrible sorts, always moaning and trying to kill everyone they see. No fething manners at all. We cannot stop all their efforts, not and keep the catacombs contained. That is why you fleshlings are required now. You will have to gain the way into the catacombs themselves to deal with this threat, while we do our best to distract it’s presence away from the streets. With the condition the ancient undercity is in the Journeyman may very well make it to the streets and begin using the deaths of others to call others of its kind here. But hopefully we can prevent that. It was two days for you to be ready yes?” ”Yes” ”Very well, we will buy you the time you need and offer aid when you are ready to end this threat to help you. Until then I suggest we activate the Keys to the pedestals in the Temple. You have the means to see if any are still active though, Don’t you dear?” ”Of course… I’ll check that now…” The man named Dolor turned towards the other side of the office where a thin choldera of water lay with a series of runes around it. In the center a needle of ancient metal lay floating on its surface. Touching a glyph on its edge the strange needle was activated and it began to spin within the water basin, at first slowly, then faster and faster until finally it came to a dead stop pointing at something off in the distance as it flashed red. ”One… looks to be to the north, perhaps the blood pits or the Wolf’s Den.” ”Probably the blood pits, they were part of the old quarries. I’ll send some fleshlings to look there. There was quite a few outside a moment ago causing a ruckus, but that’s certainly what the chattery things like fleshlings tend to do, Don’t you think? Oh nevermind, it was a random question. Please continue Doler Dear. Find out if there are any more, at least those not on the Isle.” The man nodded once and began the task again, and the needle spun this time pointing to the southwest before it pulsed green light. “South west, somewhere near the river, good lord knows where.” ”Probably on the old islet in the river. It’s was a fancy place sometimes from what I was told, I never did live before the Valterrian unlike others of Our Family. I just know we had to have a guard for the ruins there. Especially during festivals. Are there any more?” Once more the needle spun, and then fixated on a point far to the southeast before it pulsed another color.”One, probably in the graveyard…” ”Ahhh… that makes sense then. A couple of those old graves were guarded as well. Alright , thank you Doler dear, now it’s my turn to uphold the bargain. Give me a second and I’ll find some people lickety split to help us. You just worry about your preparations , okay?” ”Very well Lucerne, Kelwynn be with you; I think you’ll need it.” With a mischievous sort of amusement in her eyes the woman’s ghost waved goodbye to him before popping her head out the stonework and right back behind the party of the B.E.D.Z. Her radiant smile was wonderfully bright(at least for a ghost’s that was) as she looked at the four of them there… |
. Anyways. OBJECTIVE TIME:
