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Post by Storyteller on Dec 7, 2020 5:10:44 GMT
I enjoy the time, and I try to draw him out concerning the Princess Anta, but eventually, I must take my leave. I rise, curtsey, and I say, "Your Highness, this morning has been an absolute delight. I thank you for receiving me, and I hope to see you again before the festivities end." I trace a lovely rose in the wood of the table, leaving it glittering as I leave.
The catacombs should be something I can get directions to...
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Post by Diocles on Dec 7, 2020 5:16:18 GMT
He escorts you off the ship and watches you go with a smile. You find yourself back with your cousins.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 8, 2020 2:34:15 GMT
After this, I go for a little exploration in the city, deciding to look for the catacombs. I will ask directions as soon as I see a likely person.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 8, 2020 3:16:01 GMT
You find a tout who takes you to the catacombs for a silver piece, if you are willing to pay such an outrageous sum.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 8, 2020 4:44:44 GMT
I am. I know it is outrageous, but I know, too, that the Skenje are still not especially accepting of catacombs. Family monuments always contained ashes, no more. I make sure, though, that my cousins know where I am going, in case I go missing!
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Post by Diocles on Dec 8, 2020 5:14:46 GMT
The cousins are informed, and you are off, and in a little while, you are on another hill across the Clearlow, in what is clearly a fancier part of town. "The Aevi" is all the tout says. He leads you on to an ornately carved edifice that portrays Alaxton with a death mask in one hand and two coins pinched in the fingers of his other hand.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 8, 2020 5:21:20 GMT
I make the proper obeisance to Alaxton before exploring the edifice. Is there a way in? Can I hear anyone speaking?
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Post by Diocles on Dec 8, 2020 5:30:42 GMT
There is a clear way in, but all is silent as the grave. You step into the shadows and find a light source, torchlight. You head toward that, turn a corner, and find Khafra standing near a table, upon which lies a dead body. He is busy about his work.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 8, 2020 5:48:16 GMT
"Khafra of Ravenwood?" I say, speaking low, in respect to the dead and to the work that my old schoolfellow is doing. "It is I, Mairwyn of Ravenwood."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 8, 2020 9:02:05 GMT
He turns, sees you, and is clearly startled. (WIS check)
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 8, 2020 9:31:50 GMT
(Rolled a 4, made it!)
"Sir?" I say.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 8, 2020 22:02:05 GMT
Khafra puts down his spellbook, closes it carefully, and turns to face you. He bows, his face an expressionless mask. "Mairwyn of Ravenwood, welcome to Nirrion. This is the last place I expected to see you. Here for the Festival then?"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 9, 2020 0:27:39 GMT
(I made the WIS check. What do I notice?)
"Yes, for the Festival. I thought it only right to call on you. I hope I am not disturbing you?"
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Post by Diocles on Dec 9, 2020 0:33:13 GMT
Khafra is nervous that you have happened upon him. He is clearly up to something, beyond the mere secretive necromantic things he's been known to explore.
Khafra smiles, trying to appear relaxed. "Not at all. I'm glad you've come. I just wasn't expecting anyone to come down here, especially not a schoolfellow!" He strides toward you, his black silk robe swishing noiselessly. "I have quarters nearby. Shall we retire there to chat?"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 9, 2020 1:01:22 GMT
"Well, if you are sure I am not disturbing you, and your work," I say. I do, as unobtrusively as possible, give a glance around the place. "I confess that the catacombs were not my first choice of location for a visit! My cousins would not accompany me so far!"
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