[PurpleXVI]

Gan, Lorath, Evon, Ulik

"Not much escapes you, does it?" The Sage said to Evon, "Yes, the Rhulisti, the Life-Shapers, are the ones from whom the Rhul-Thaun are descended. Some still practice the ancient arts in enclaves hidden even from my knowledge, but most are savage and degenerate. They roam the Forest Ridge in packs of skilled hunters, almost a mindless force of destruction. They care nothing for other creatures that think, and will eat anything that moves."

"That which dwells within the lake is a hunter much like them, it has a mind, albeit a rudimentary one, but it is only a catalyst for it's ability to hunt and devour, not anything that is dedicated to learning or peace. What it is, is a cast-off of the Rhulisti, a failed experiment in their final age, it's creator could not bear to think of it rotting away in lonely imprisonment, so he unleashed it upon the world."

It seemed to ponder it's reply to Gan for a moment, "Your father's power was not one of the blood, nor one brought about by the favour of other beings, it was one of pure Will. I cannot tell if you have the same potential, but the cliffs I spoke of are said by some of the locals to be a test of sorts. Only those of stoutest heart and strongest mind can brave them. If you could go there, and return, perhaps it would be a test of sorts to tell whether you can channel your Will. And True Names... They are not the realm of a sage, they are the realm of Powers and dread entitites. I can tell you nothing of them."

"There are many places in the area where you would be a welcome sight, Lorath," the Sage told the elf, "But not many where you would enjoy the welcome they had in mind. I suggest you seek out the village of Ogo, which is north-northeast of here, several days on foot and without a guide, but you should be able to spot it from afar if you make it there."

"Additionally, perhaps you should tell your companions to seek the cliffs. There the druid might learn more of what remains of his kin upon this dying world."


Bas, Tamora, Anne

The contents of the satchel turned out to be several scrolls made of crude, thick paper. Each scroll was sealed not with wax, but with a mark made of what seemed to be transparent resin.

As far as Tamora could tell, they were ordinary messages, rather than spell scrolls. The language of the messages was unfamiliar to everyone, but there was also a map among the papers. The wide forested belt could easily be where they were, especially as there was also a lake on the map which, if one accepted that the cartographer had gotten the size a bit off, could be the one the were at, and the mountains southeast of the forest could easily be the ones that they could see.

(OOC: Uploading a picture of the map and posting it in the OOC thread.)

[ 01-30-2007, 02:48 PM: Message edited by: PurpleXVI ]