Post by Harkker on Sept 18, 2013 19:31:28 GMT
Zaphie took his time when he travelled to the poor house in Nibis. The irony was not lost on him that he should be the one who would show up late. But in his opinion, one should never show up to a place of charity without something to give. It only took him a moment to hand off the supply laden oxen to the sisters before he saw the other two sitting in the corner. He hardly recognized Breat at all… the jovial man had lost much weight and kept looking over his shoulder, looking for unseen threats. Hardly surprising considering the guild war that was taking place within the kingdom since the fall of Sergon’s Guild.
The other gentlemen was older than Zaphie by a few years and though the two had not seen each other in sometime they smiled at each other as old friends. Bekeki The enchanter, was once highly regarded as being the most skilled enchanter in the guild but had long since retired and spent most of his time living in obscurity in the small town of Fini. The two clasped hands and exchanged pleasantries before getting down to the business at hand.
“Tell us of the state of the Guild, Breat.” Inquired the master of transportation.
“Things have fallen apart, the tower has fallen. Over half of our number have been killed or destroyed and still the fighting is ongoing in many towns throughout the kingdom.”
Clearing he throat, Breat continued. “The Clerics of Mancier have been questioning the dead and they refuse to raise anyone who would come back for vengeance or who would seek to splinter the guild further. Several former members have proclaimed themselves the leaders of their own guild and soon we shall see smaller towers popping up in the various cities and towns as they try to gain the protection of the dukes. Of the leaders who remain, none will submit to any whom they think is inferior in magic. Since they all come from different schools, none will accept another as master. They are all quite bullheaded.”
“I knew we should have never let Emirikol into the order… he was poison.” Bekeki muttered. “He did call himself the Chaotic.”
Breat Bristled under his cloak at the words. “Well he added considerable skill and knowledge to the whole, it was my decision, perhaps if you did not retire…”
Zaphie slapped his staff to the ground and the sound of thunder cracked silencing them both.
“Gentlemen, I did not ask you here to fight. There has been enough of that. We have a problem and we need a solution, too much depends on the guild in this kingdom. Too much evil lay beyond our walls to sit by and do nothing and let the tower stay fallen. If the guild will not unite because they cannot bend their knee to a pretender master. then we shall have to find a master to whom authority is not questioned.”
Bekeki chewed his beard, thinking. “ We should get -the- master.”
Silence fell upon the three of them before Breat spoke. “It is his guild after all. But, can we find him? He left so many years ago and we do not even know what plane he would be on at this point, or if he still lives.”
Zaphie turned to them with a far off look in his eye. “Keleck would know or he would have written it down in his journal. Were he still alive and willing to help. But he was buried years ago in his tomb and not even the scholars of Mancier have dared to enter it for his Planeular Journal. It would surely be dangerous for us to attempt to retrieve it.”
“Too dangerous”, they all agreed. “Much too dangerous.”
At once they all came to the same conclusion…
“Adventurers!” They said at once!
A call has been put out for adventurers to retrieve a lost journal from a long dead wizard’s tomb. The retrieval of the journal could help unite the mages guild once more.
Levels 8-13 suggested But Play whomever you like just post the generals of who you will play with.
Date:Sept 29th 830 pm central standard time
Post if you are coming
The other gentlemen was older than Zaphie by a few years and though the two had not seen each other in sometime they smiled at each other as old friends. Bekeki The enchanter, was once highly regarded as being the most skilled enchanter in the guild but had long since retired and spent most of his time living in obscurity in the small town of Fini. The two clasped hands and exchanged pleasantries before getting down to the business at hand.
“Tell us of the state of the Guild, Breat.” Inquired the master of transportation.
“Things have fallen apart, the tower has fallen. Over half of our number have been killed or destroyed and still the fighting is ongoing in many towns throughout the kingdom.”
Clearing he throat, Breat continued. “The Clerics of Mancier have been questioning the dead and they refuse to raise anyone who would come back for vengeance or who would seek to splinter the guild further. Several former members have proclaimed themselves the leaders of their own guild and soon we shall see smaller towers popping up in the various cities and towns as they try to gain the protection of the dukes. Of the leaders who remain, none will submit to any whom they think is inferior in magic. Since they all come from different schools, none will accept another as master. They are all quite bullheaded.”
“I knew we should have never let Emirikol into the order… he was poison.” Bekeki muttered. “He did call himself the Chaotic.”
Breat Bristled under his cloak at the words. “Well he added considerable skill and knowledge to the whole, it was my decision, perhaps if you did not retire…”
Zaphie slapped his staff to the ground and the sound of thunder cracked silencing them both.
“Gentlemen, I did not ask you here to fight. There has been enough of that. We have a problem and we need a solution, too much depends on the guild in this kingdom. Too much evil lay beyond our walls to sit by and do nothing and let the tower stay fallen. If the guild will not unite because they cannot bend their knee to a pretender master. then we shall have to find a master to whom authority is not questioned.”
Bekeki chewed his beard, thinking. “ We should get -the- master.”
Silence fell upon the three of them before Breat spoke. “It is his guild after all. But, can we find him? He left so many years ago and we do not even know what plane he would be on at this point, or if he still lives.”
Zaphie turned to them with a far off look in his eye. “Keleck would know or he would have written it down in his journal. Were he still alive and willing to help. But he was buried years ago in his tomb and not even the scholars of Mancier have dared to enter it for his Planeular Journal. It would surely be dangerous for us to attempt to retrieve it.”
“Too dangerous”, they all agreed. “Much too dangerous.”
At once they all came to the same conclusion…
“Adventurers!” They said at once!
A call has been put out for adventurers to retrieve a lost journal from a long dead wizard’s tomb. The retrieval of the journal could help unite the mages guild once more.
Levels 8-13 suggested But Play whomever you like just post the generals of who you will play with.
Date:Sept 29th 830 pm central standard time
Post if you are coming
It's still what comes out of his mouth, but neither the sleep nor flames are as potent as his wit. Hee Hee Hee...