Chapter 5: Blood and Fire

[Jeff]

Streko performs the Comprehend Languages ritual, choosing Abyssal as the language to be comprehended. 10 gp worth of alchemical reagents is consumed in the process. (He still has plenty left.)
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It takes only ten minutes for Streko to enact the ritual, consulting the book he normally keeps buried in his magic haversack while he does it. Kal and Belarin find that there is very little for them to do, though both men stand ready to assist the priest should anything untoward happen.

With ir'Turien's book open before, Streko stares through the salty, burning tears. It's strange. While he feels no real magic at work while silently studying the hieroglyphic writing, somehow the characters strike him as blasphemous in a way that chills him to the core. Although Streko does not know the Supernal language of angelic beings—creatures believed in dwell among the planes of Siberys, the Dragon Above—he knows that this Abyssal is a perversio of the same. It saddens him, and horrifies him to think that there are creatures who speak this language as their native tongue.

Once the ritual firmly takes hold, these hieroglyphs come into sharp clarity. When they do, he can see that the book is composed of three different types of markings: (1) notations that have no language, complex numerical magical formulas that only greater wizards, clerics, or artificers might make sense, (2) a scattering of Infernal, and (3) a scatterung if Abyssal. It is this latter that Streko can understand, though the words represented are still obscure.

But taken as a whole, it suggests that this book contains pieces of other rituals: none by themselves. Almost as if the book contained the final phrases needed to complete a series of other, unfinished rituals.

One thing is clear: the rituals referenced are meant to take a portion of one plane and a portion of another and drag them closer together. In his studies, Streko has learned that the planes of existence are not unlike the twelve moons. They drift in an invisible course at varying distances and speeds in relation to Eberron. Once a plane becomes coterminous with—that is, very close to—Eberron, it might be a thousand years or more before it does so again. While others move in a tighter orbit.

And Shavarath seems to be the plane of choice and, it can only be assumed, Eberron. These rituals are meant to bring Shavarath's influence to the world.

And this is all Streko can deduce. Having no need to speak words aloud, there seem to be no ill effects from looking over the glyphs.

On the upper deck, Fherina meanwhile scratches down some notes. She puts away her pen and looks to Grafth, who stands near. "Did you want to tell him who Malov is?" she prompts the shifter.

[Joe]

I just wrote about 100 words and they all disappeared...I am pissed off and will attempt to rewrite everything I just wrote tomorrow.

Suffice it to say it was an explanation of what Streko discovered and his recommendations.

[Darren]

That sucks, Joe. Sorry. I'm waiting to post anything from Kal until Streko has his say....

[Josh]

On the upper deck, Fherina meanwhile scratches down some notes. She puts away her pen and looks to Grafth, who stands near. "Did you want to tell him who Malov is?" she prompts the shifter.

"To be honest, the others know much more than I do about the origins and intentions of Malov, as they made their way through the manor without me. Simply put, he is our enemy, and through a connection to other chaotic and aggressive planes, is planning to renew war within the Five Kingdoms. While we are unsure of just how Malov intends to make his plans manifest, we are certain that it will begin in Fairhaven."

He pauses for a moment, "Hopefully Streko will be able to tell us more about Malov's methods once looking more closely at the book."

[Jeff]

When Grafth finishes speaking, Lord Dassek approaches Condign. He gives Grafth a brief, appraising glance again, as if uncertain about the presence of the shifter. He stands in silence for a few minutes, letting the high summer wind wash over him. "I am sorry you were confined," Dassek says, his voice flat. "It was the Marshal's orders, not mine. I suspect he wouldn't have had a choice, either. But I am glad you survived. I assume the brig was destroyed?"

[Jeff's backup]

Condign leans forward slightly and grips the rails of the Thunderhead with clawed hands sheathed in red skin. His gold orbs gaze at the receding terrain, no longer appearing to look for pursuers.

The tiefling does not respond immediately to Dassek's question. When the Aundairian begins to think he will not get an answer, Condgin says: "I was not confined when I traveled with the Sentinel Marshall, my lord. It was not until I was brought aboard the Phoenix--your ship, where you have the final say-- that my imprisonment began."

Condign straightens and turns to address the commander of the now destroyed White Phoenix. Dassek jumps back quickly to avoid being hit by the tiefling's tail. "I believe that you did not approve of my presence on your ship, my lord. I believe that it was upon your orders that I was confined. Even now, after my assistance in saving your life, your mistrust radiates from you as heat from the sun. But I still have a task to perform, and as a follower of the Binding Flame, I have a duty to confront evil when I see it. And these people I have just met? Evil seems to follow them with the tenacity of a hellhound."

Condign begins to address Grafth when, almost as an afterthought, he says to Dassek: "Yes, your brig was destroyed, if not by the other ship then by the fall."

How giving Grafth his full attention, he asks: "Can you tell me how Wirren is?"

[Josh]

"He should be fine, given some rest and perhaps more stable attention when we reach Fairhaven. Tell me, was this boy's family aboard the ship?"

[Jeff]

A tense silence follows Condign's words. Then Lord Dassek says quietly, "Had you been elsewhere on the ship, you might well have been killed. It may have saved your life, being where you were. And you may well have saved ours."

Tell me, was this boy's family aboard the ship?"

"No," Dassek answers for Condign. "The boy is the son of a man named Ventor, a merchant of considerable influence and an old friend of mine. He will be in Fairhaven and, I assure you, will lend whatever influence he can on your behalf."

"Something worth consider, by the way," Ralsor interrupts, pointing north and up into the sky. "Whoever was piloting that ship—the Dissolution—was an heir of Lyrandar. It's very, very difficult for anyone without the Mark of Storm to pilot any airship."

"And that cloud cover surrounding the ship? The gray mist? That was no joke. There's a mage of considerable power aboard the Dissolution, or a powerful heir. I don't know which is worse. Either way, they're working for Malov."

"Dissolution?" Lord Dassek repeats. "That was its name? I haven't a shipped that well-armed since before the Treaty. Well, it daren't approach Fairhaven, that's for damn sure, or it will be blasted from the air by bolt and spell. The forces of the Queen will not tolerate such assaults on her subjects. If that ship owes allegiance to any nation"—Dassek glances briefly at Charis—"...that attack will be considered an act of war."

Ralsor points to the south again. New shapes are coming into view at last. The vast grassy plain is giving way to agricultural lands. He turns and heads back toward the wheelhouse.

[Joe]

Here we go...typed it in Word first...HA!!!

After what seems like hours, but was more like only half of one, Streko closes the book and wipes his face again, the sleeves of his tunic moist from the tears his eyes have been issuing forth. Those eyes close now and he takes a deep, trembling breath, slowly letting it out through his mouth.

“This…thing…is a doorway. A portal into the realm of Shavarth, the Plane of Conflict, War and eternal Battle. There are glyphs I do not recognize, even with the help of my ritual. Some of it is written in the Infernal tongue. That is also quite meaningless to me. However, some of the offerings in this were written in the language of the Abyssals and that I was able to, more or less, comprehend.”

Streko stands on wobbly legs, closes his eyes yet again and reaches up to the ceiling. His holy symbol glows softly, enough so that when the glow fades, it is hardly noticeable, but the Halfling seems a bit more perky. He even offers up a smile to his friends.

“Malov would like to use the writings in this book to complete a ritual or rituals that will bring the Plane of Shavarth into our own existence, perhaps on a permanent basis. Needless to say, that would make the Hundred-Years War seem like an afternoon nap in comparison.

“Further, I suspect that it will also allow Malov to bring his body from Shavarath back into Eberron, so that he will no longer need possession as a mode of travel, although he would certainly be able to continue employing that device, should he wish it. Granted, this last part is pure conjecture on my part. But, it makes a certain kind of sense."

He lifts the book up and out, as if to hand it to Kal, but pulls it back close to him suddenly.

“Kalarian, I urge that you destroy this abomination as soon as possible, if possible. Malov may not consider it an essential component to his plans, but it will make it easier for those plans to come to fruition should he attain it.”

He then offers the book back to Kalarian. “Unless, of course, you know a better use for it. Malov no doubt knows we have it and we are close. He may be expecting us and the identity of this ship and its description has no doubt already made it to the fiend.”

[Josh]

"Dissolution?" Lord Dassek repeats. "That was its name? I haven't a shipped that well-armed since before the Treaty. Well, it daren't approach Fairhaven, that's for damn sure, or it will be blasted from the air by bolt and spell. The forces of the Queen will not tolerate such assaults on her subjects. If that ship owes allegiance to any nation"—Dassek glances briefly at Charis—"...that attack will be considered an act of war."

"I don't believe that Malov holds fealty to any nation," Grafth says rather grimly, "and as my compatriots and I have seen, his influence is clandestine and widespread. His minions are devoted, if not of their own will, then due to possession by Malov himself.

"Since war seems to be his goal, I could easily see him setting the Dissolution against Aundair. In fact, the name of the ship itself lends credence to this notion. Perhaps it is quite literally the vehicle with which Malov ir'Turien will end the tenuous truce between the five nations."

[Darren]

Kalarian takes the book from Streko, then tosses it casually into the lead box and closes the lid with a thump. "We know little more than we did before," he says, perhaps a bit too harshly, as he lifts the box and puts it back into his pack. "Further, we have exposed our whereabouts by removing the book from it's shielding." Kal glares at the floor. "Still," he continues, a bit softer, "it's unlikely after our encounter with the Dissolution that our destination is unknown. Surprise is now out of the question, and once again, our only bargaining chip is this damn book." Without any further words, Kalarian spins on his heel and walks out the door, returning to the deck of the ship.

He arrives on the deck just in time to hear Grafth's finals words. Okay, maybe I'm playing a bit fast and loose with time, but it makes things more dramatic. "I think it is most definitely Malov's intention to turn the Five Nations against each other once again. Given his desire to pull Shavarath into our plane of existence, I think war is most assuredly the Dark Echelon's endgame." Kal shrugs his pack higher on his shoulder, seeming to suddenly feel it's weight. "The only thing we know we have managed to do, so far, is remove his ability to carry out his plan on a grand scale, to affect all Five Nations at once. We know he intends to start his plan in Fairhaven, and that is why we travel there." Kalarian once again turns his focus to Dassek. "And that is why it is essential that we not be delayed by the authorities when we arrive. We wish to cooperate, but we cannot waste time."

[Jeff]

But I still have a task to perform, and as a follower of the Binding Flame, I have a duty to confront evil when I see it.

Charis turns from watching the sky at this, fixing her eyes briefly on the tiefling. While she's never heard of "the Binding Flame," Condign's described duty certainly bears a resemblance to the Silver Flame.

Grafth, meanwhile, just assumes it's yet another godly epithet. Although since he knows next to nothing about these 'tieflings,' has no idea what sort of religion they would possess.

"Perhaps it is quite literally the vehicle with which Malov ir'Turien will end the tenuous truce between the five nations."

"I don't see how a single vessel can start a war," Lord Dassek says. "Tenuous as the conditions of the Treaty are, there are a lot of false alarms and a lot of renegades who would try to renew the fighting. But it would take much more for the courts of any nation to break the peace. Trust me, I'll be the first to take to the air with my spear if the Thranes march on Aundairian soil again, or if Karrnath sends their dead out again. But one deranged wizard with an airship and a mercenary pilot can be dealt with."

When Kal returns to the upper deck...

"And that is why it is essential that we not be delayed by the authorities when we arrive. We wish to cooperate, but we cannot waste time."

The Aundairian colonel turns away and stares into the south. In the west, the sun at last sinks behind the horizon, and the dull tones of twilight begin to obscure the land. Almost automatically, the everbright lanterns arrayed in various places on the Thunderhead come to life with a soft glow. Lever paces from one to the other, lingering the longest beside the binding struts, ever concerned of their integrity. The airship is still in need of further repair.

Standing at the bow, Lord Dassek is the first to see the distant twinkle of the lightning rail line in the countryside, running sharply from northeast to southwest. In the rising gloom, the electrically-charged conductor stones look like a glowing dotted line, marking an easy path to Fairhaven. Condign has only heard of the lightning rail, but has never seen it. The line of glowing dots seems a strange thing to him, so visible and so obvious for everyone to see. Surely bandits would exploit that somehow?

"Another hour, maybe more, and we're there," Lord Dassek says. Then the Aundairian asks each person to join him in the wheelhouse, so that he might address Ralsor as well.

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History checks = Charis (22), Grafth (12)

FYI, the Invisible Castle dice roller doesn't seem to be working at the moment, so whenever that happens I default to the WotC dice roller, though it has no database to store results. So you just have to trust me. ;D

[Darren]

Kal quietly nods at the Aundairian, then gestures for the man to lead the way, following behind him.

[Ken]

Belarin catches up to Kalarian, and he speaks softly but urgently to him and Streko. "If I may be permitted to offer an opinion before Your Lordship makes a decision regarding the book ... oh, to blazes with it, I really don't care about your permission, I'll speak anyway! About what exactly do you conceive you could 'bargain' with Malov? Truly? The life of Streko's poor sister? You seem to think that we can use the book as bait, as though Malov were some solitary rogue that we can pounce upon and go 'Ah ha! Caught you, scoundrel!' Did you see what just attacked us?"

He pauses before continuing. "I'm not trying to create trouble, Kalarian ... Kal. But what Streko described worries me greatly. That book contains power. And if I knew for certain that there was a way to reverse the effect of the rituals described and seal off Malov from his patrons, I'd happily recommend it. But I don't. I'm just asking you to be certain that the benefit of our possessing it outweighs the risk that Malov could recover it."

[Darren]

Kalarian sighs, seeming to consider what Belarin is saying. "We don't know, unfortunately. But destroying it is irreversible. Malov has put a lot of energy into chasing us, into chasing this book, so despite what he says, it clearly is important to him." Kal looks Belarin in the eyes. "It's all we have. Until we have something else, we have to keep it around."

Considering the matter settled, Kal once again moves to the wheelhouse.

[Jeff's backup]

Listening to the discussions, Condign moves across the deck with the others, his chainmail armor surprisingly quiet as he strides to the wheelhouse. He appears to have taken no damage from the heated metal links of the shirt.

"My lord Dassek is correct. One airship is not enough to start a war among nations, no matter how fragile the peace. Strategically, it would make no sense to try, as nothing could be gained and personnel and equipment would be foolishly wasted. This Malov of which you speak seems neither foolish nor stupid."

The tiefling pauses, as if reticent to continue with his thoughts. After a few moments, he begins to speak more forcefully: "If I may offer an opinion, I believe that the attack by the Dissolution must have been worth the risk for Malov. I can see only one possibility: he knew you were on the Thunderhead, and he was after this book you continue to talk about. The White Phoenix was in the wrong place and was attacked so that it could not give aid to the Thunderhead."

"If I am right, the defeat will force him to a fallback position. That may be retreat to plan another attack at a later date, and I do not know if that is his style. Or that may be some form of attempt now at Fairhaven. You say he is capable of possession? Mayhap he can use that skill to his advantage."

[Ken]

Belarin steps into the wheelhouse, answering Condign as he walks. "That's a good point," he says, his mood brightening despite himself as he talks to the tiefling. "This certainly wasn't a half-hearted attack by Malov. He fully intended to take this ship and kill us. What will he do next? Write sternly worded letters? He'll certainly try to anticipate our next move ... and based on the fact that we've rescued survivors of the other ship, he must realize that our chances of getting heard in Fairhaven have just gotten better! Ooooh... too much thinking...!

"Anyway, Malov's type of possession ... well, as much as we understand of it ... seems to require a particular type of stone as a, well, spiritual gateway to 'prime' a host. If there are hosts already prepared in Fairhaven, then he could try to make things difficult for us -- but I get the feeling he wasn't expecting to lose that fight just now. If we act quickly once we land ... say, Condign, how long does your kind live? Do you have large families? And ... oh yes, Dassek wanted to say something, didn't he?"

[Jeff]

Lord Dassek stares Belarin into silence, his authority as a war veteran and a colonel in the Aundairian military clear in his demeanor.

He gestures for Condign to stand to one side, doing so politely, as if separate him from what he wishes to speak of. Dassek looks to Kal first when he begins, but his eyes move among the rest of you.

"Understand this. You will be detained when we reach the city." Seeing immediate contention with this, he holds out his hand. "Hear me out."

"Notices have been sent out to officials for the arrest of Captain Ralsor, Lords Kalarian and Streko, some woman by the name of Pellorien, and the shifter Grafth. The rest of you will be questioned merely for your association with them." He looks to Belarin, Charis, Fherina, and Lever.

Then he addresses Ralsor, Kal, Streko, and Grafth more directly again. "You are wanted for some very serious charges. Notably, the murder of three men in the city of Passage and your involvement in the lightning rail crash several days before that.

"The first victim was Krenstaff ir'Vorem, a noble and a dear friend to Baron Kwanti d'Orien. Yes, the baron of House Orien himself. He's crying for your blood. Two members of House Orien have spoken up in your defense: the Lady Taymra and a wizard, Lord Phorem, both of whom have some knowledge of you but were not witnesses to the battle at the House Lyrandar docking tower.

"The other two victims have not been identified to me. One of them perished along with ir'Vorem at the docking tower. The other's body was discovered shortly afterwards, near the docking tower. Witnesses described a man who sounds very much like you, Lord Kalarian."

Lord Dassek holds out his hand. "Don't bother trying to explain any of that right now. It's not me you need to convince. The actions of the Dissolution have convinced me that you're being framed for all this. Perhaps he's used changelings to mislead witnesses. And I don't know what truth there is to the lightning rail incident."

"But my point is, you must cooperate when we reach Fairhaven. I cannot emphasize that enough. If the situation is as dire as you're suggesting it is, it will get due attention and the truth behind these deceptions will be revealed all the faster. Cooperate, and I will speak on your behalf, as will those whose lives you saved today.

"But I warn you, if you try to dodge or insult the law, you will be working against us even as you deal with the real enemy. You don't want that, and I don't, either."

Lord Dassek looks at Kal squarely. "Yes, you will be delayed when we arrive, but your efforts will be slowed further if you don't submit to lawful custody. If you have good standing within your houses..." He looks to Ralsor and Streko as well as Kal. "Then perhaps you can leverage that. But you're wanted for crimes against Aundair right now. Face that, get through it, and you will have help. The more you cooperate, the faster you can clear your names. Better to have the Queen's assistance than her enforcers, I assure you."

"Do you understand this?"

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None of you are getting any suspicious "readings" from Insight in regards to Dassek's words. He seems convicted.

[Josh]

Grafth crosses his arms, nodding in agreement. "I have hoped since this unwelcome journey began that we could resolve our issues with the authorities. I do not enjoy my fugitive status.

"That being said, it is my hope that those of us who are not involved with any of what Lord Dassek has just recounted may be granted a speedy release when we arrive. If we can't all be on the street immediately, at least some of us might carry on while the others are further questioned."

[Darren]

Kal stands and casually scratches Tangat's ears while the other man speaks. A grim look forms on his face. "We will cooperate, Dassek. We have said as much. We will stay with the authorities until this is resolved. But I have no intention of being treated like a prisoner or being held captive." Kalarian looks in the other man's eyes, looking for assurance that his words have been understood. "And I intend to send word to House Deneith as soon as we arrive."

[Jeff's backup]

Condign, standing apart from the others, listens to the exchange. After a break in the conversation, he gestures to Lord Dassek: "What do you plan to do with me? While I have committed no crime, I do wish to speak with the authorities, and I believe they wish to speak with me. However, I do not intend to come before them as if I were a criminal." He looks at the others, and then back at Dassek. "And may I also speak on behalf of Kal, Grafth and the rest? Their conduct while I have been among them does not suggest evil intents."

[Jeff]

Kal:

"We will cooperate, Dassek. We have said as much....But I have no intention of being treated like a prisoner or being held captive."

Dassek mutters under his breath. "Yes, you've told me as much, Lord Kalarian, but my purpose in telling you all this again is so that you understand that you are wanted for murder, and more. You will be treated like a prisoner and you will be held captive. Your weapons will be taken from you. For how long, I cannot promise anything, only that I will do all in my power to expedite the process. Faster than you think, if you cooperate. You know your innocence, but they do not. If a man kills one of your loved ones and witnesses say they saw it happen, would you not want that man held?"

Grafth:

"That being said, it is my hope that those of us who are not involved with any of what Lord Dassek has just recounted may be granted a speedy release when we arrive."

"That is my hope, too," Dassek says, looking to Grafth. "I don't want to be wasting much time, with those bastards still roaming the skies. In the very least, I will be leading a team to look for that ship, and the city skies will be patrolled. Fairhaven will be safe."

Condign:

"What do you plan to do with me? While I have committed no crime, I do wish to speak with the authorities, and I believe they wish to speak with me. However, I do not intend to come before them as if I were a criminal." He looks at the others, and then back at Dassek. "And may I also speak on behalf of Kal, Grafth and the rest? Their conduct while I have been among them does not suggest evil intents."

"I will bring you to the House Deneith enclave. It was the Sentinel Marshals who ordered your seizure, so to them I will bring you. I suspect House Deneith is involved investigations surrounding the presence of your...race. You will not be incarcerated again, under my watch."

[Ken]

"Consider it like a visit to a despised aunt, Kal," says Belarin. "She smells like overripe apples, she makes your skin crawl, her words eat away at your brain ... maybe that's just my aunt. It's a necessary evil and the sooner it's over, the better. Besides, running from the authorities will ruin the soles of those excellent boots you're wearing. We have people of status will to speak on our behalf, so let's just get this over with as quickly as possible."

[Darren]

Kalarian scowls. "There are many within House Deneith who will not take kindly to my being incarcerated." He looks up, and raises a hand as though to forestall further comment from Belarin. "I will cooperate. But I will not forget how I am treated, be it good or ill..."

[Jeff]

Dassek:

If a man kills one of your loved ones and witnesses say they saw it happen, would you not want that man held?"

Kal:

"I will cooperate. But I will not forget how I am treated, be it good or ill..."

Lord Dassek fixes Kal with a stare. "I see. So you would consent to the freedom of an alleged killer until his guilt could be proven. Or are you subject to special treatment, Lord Deneith?" As if exhausted in dealing with Kal, he sighs. "You don't have to like, or forget, any of it."

Lever turns to Ralsor. "Captain, I wonder if our arrangement—that is, of my employment as your ship's engineer—will be examined."

Ralsor shrugs. "Maybe. But I see no reason House Cannith will be involved in any of this. There are bigger issues going on. Like Malov. And people getting killed, or..." The half-elf stares into space. "Possessed and stolen away."

Lever says nothing more. Fherina has been watching studiously, keeper quieter than usual. The gnome walks over to Ralsor and touches his elbow gently, to get his attention. When he turns, Fherina asks, "How close are we?"

Ralsor grips the wheel again and stares through the forward window. The distant dotted line of the lightning rail track is still below. Concentrating, conveying his will to the air elemental, he steers the Thunderhead lower to the ground. "Very."

Dassek turns to stare out the window as well.

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If there's anything more you wish to do or say before reaching Fairhaven, post it soon.

[Ken]

"Well then," says Belarin cheerily, "please excuse me while I freshen up. I've heard that blood stains and burnt hair can leave a bad first impression."

With that, he goes below, returning to the cabin that had been assigned to him but in which he had barely slept. Once alone, he removes his identification papers -- as well as the two sets of false papers that he created. He partially undoes the new, magically protective clothing that the fey gave him and he conceals the false papers in special pockets of the original, mundane garment that he wears underneath. He places the true papers and the three rings of unknown purpose - acquired from Lady ir'Turien - into more obvious pockets of the fey weave.

Satisfied, he begins to preen in earnest.

OOC: He figures that if he's searched, then let them be focused on the rings, which'll give off an aura that can't conceal anyway. Jeff: 4e doesn't have a Sleight of Hand skill, so it presumably falls under Thievery. If a roll is necessary to see how well Belarin conceals the papers, let me know.

UPDATE: Thievery (Sleight of Hand) check (1d20+9=17)

[Jeff]

Yup, that'll be a Thievery check.

And this reminds me. Can you all look over your character sheets and see what's listed for your identification papers (so you have an idea of what they contain). It will definitely come up. Charis doesn't have any (as her possessions were stolen when she was captured by Malov's people), and of course, Condign has no papers at all (which Lord Dassek already knows and will handle).

Most identification papers look like this. A sort of small wooden "wallet" case with sheets of paper inside that list name, description, residence, affliations, etc. The very poor are generally not expected to have identification papers, but those who travel or seek to do business encounter problems if they don't.

For example, when Grafth was living in the Talenta Plains and doing his thing there during the Last War, he would never have bothered with such nonsense. But after the Treaty, when he was able to travel more freely and wanted to find work in the Five Nations, he knew he'd have to cough up the two galifars. But he didn't bother spending the extra three to get a portrait. Don't think Grafth cares about such affectations.

Whereas Kal, a dragonmarked heir, had his identification papers prepared for him on the day he came of age. And of course his has a portrait included.

[Jeff's backup]

Condign looks at the others and sighs. "I feel weary. Where can I rest? How long until we arrive at this town?" He looks down at his garments. "And I had better see if a change of clothes survived the fire."

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OOC: I just noticed that Condign's hitpoints are still low. Can I spend some healing surges to get them back up before we arrive?

[Darren]

Aug 7, 2009 11:18:32 GMT -4 Jeff said:

Or are you subject to special treatment, Lord Deneith?"

Kal gives Dassek a level look and crosses his arms, his sleeve pushing up just enough for the dragonmark to peek out on his forearm. "Yes, I am," he says without a hint of irony.


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It's fun to get back to playing Kal the way he was intended. ;D

[Joe]

Streko frowns at Lord Dasek.

"I, too, shall wish House Jorasco to be alerted that one of thier healers is being mistakenly detained and unable to perform services for them during this time. And if you would be so kind as to inform the local Temple of Olladra as to the same, I would be appreciative."
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It's fun to get back to playing Kal the way he was intended.

Olladra help us all.