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What Magic?
Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:07 pm
by X-GM Fesko
A man in flowing blue robes, prominently displaying the symbol of the Mages Guild, briskly enters the Inn.
“I seek Summer Twilight. Is she present?”
Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 2:20 pm
by Faerykin
*almost on cue, Summer enters through the back door and approaches the man with a slight nod*
How may I be of assistance?
Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:56 am
by X-GM Fesko
Nods at Twilight in return.
“Thadius Brakus, Battlemage, present by missive of Baron Von Droven to inspect the defensive capabilities of Legacy in the magical capacity. I had been informed the Tarragon River provided some ward against undead, yet on personal investigation I have discovered positively zero magical content in the waters at all! Can you explain this discrepancy?”
Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:49 pm
by Faerykin
A few moons back, an Essence Stone was deposited into the river - thus making it flow with Essence Water. I was not directly involved in the Stone's relocation and have not ventured to the river to investigate this myself. But, the waters did prove quite a bane to the undead that moon.
*she raises her brow*
It is possible that the stone has since been removed. At any rate I am certain Sylas would be more than happy to conduct an investigation, should it be deemed necessary. Or perhaps one of the others who were directly involved has a better understanding.
Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:51 pm
by Mary Baker
I was one who helped carry the stone. I will go check upon it's state and report back here as soon as I can. If it's gone, we'll need to talk to the locals and find out how it was removed. It was too heavy for a few men to carry alone, and too deep for a regular person. Perhaps ...well...I'll go check it out.
Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:03 pm
by X-GM Fesko
“An artifact caused this phenomenon you say? Well, hopefully whatever has ceased its effect on the river may be undone. Excellent – Yes, please provide me with a report on your return.”
Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:39 pm
by Sylas Hay
*a clank is heard as Sylas rushes out of his cell and directly outside half clothed to do his 'business'. A few moments pass and he rushes back in visibly chilled. The cell door clangs closed behind him*