The telling of events from Steamfront Mountains to Dagnor’s Cauldron
A number of dragons then appear within the hills outside the city of Qeynos and assumed mortal form. One of their number being a blue drake named Drakel took the form of a high elf, Lady Zavo Zatanov. They gather a band of adventurers to escort them to lair of Lady Vox, who is found howling in rage over the theft of the shard from Veeshans claw; left from when Veeshan struck the world in its creation.
These dragons now in mortal form from the Ring of Scale confront Carson McCabe’s agent and is felled by their hands, attaining the Crystal Claw of Veeshan. Leaving the ruins of Permafrost Keep they run into the lackeys of Mayong Mistmoore that had been sent to escort Kivgor Illbriar back to the halls of Castle Mistmoore. A battle ensues between the dragons and their adventurous allies against the agents of Mistmoore who are driven off, with Lord Galendore left slain. At the commencement of their victory they are asked to aid them in a ceremony that would be performed within the confines of the Rathe Mountains.
At the Rathe Mountains the members of the Ring of Scale that are present begin preparations for their ceremony that will forever rend the veil, and awaken dragons all across the face of Norrath from their slumber. However, before the ceremony can even take place Mayong Mistmoore arrives confronting the dragons and their allies.
Three of the dragons who had now assumed their true form are slain before the gathered adventurers can drive Mayong from the Mountain Passes. With the ceremony now in ruin Lady Zavo asks for a volunteer to sacrifice himself and keep the Crystal Claw of Veeshan in safe keeping, who was then dubbed “The Scaled Claw”.
A tall barbarian woman, in red armor, sat near the soul-binder in the city of New Tanaan one day. She called for folk to gather and hear a tale. This is the tale she told.
Gara Tidyng says “After Veeshan brought life to Norrath, she settled into the Plane of Sky and drew a veil across the chasm separating the dragon plane from us. Then she fell into a long and peaceful slumber. So too, did the dragons still left on Norrath, as their strength was derived from the Plane, and the Veil kept them from exercising their magical powers.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Ya see, lads, the Ring of Scale dinna take kindly to mortals meddling in their affairs, and the Veil did well to prevent that. Aye, but the dragons slept, and the Veil fell into neglect, until mortals began to find cracks and once more make inroads into the Plane of Sky.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘On Norrath, the dragon Zavo`Zatanov and her accomplices were determined to remove the Veil and restore the power of the Ring of Scale. Not your normal group of travelers were these. Though they called themselves brother and sister, they were clearly not so: Zavo, a High Elven woman of exquisite beauty; Rals`Zezonis, strongly human; Sarethsin`Kaz, a typically snobbish Erudite; and rounding out this already peculiar group, a troll named Soreg`Sslisn.’
Clerigo says, ‘How do you know this Noble Gara?’
Xzibitt says, ‘Was Zavo an Enchanter?’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Great reward and dangerous adventure they promised, fortune and glory to all who could hear, and not an ear in the land missed their call.’ Gara Tidyng ponders whether some enchantment might have lain behind the irresistible call to arms.’
You agree with Gara Tidyng.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘all good questions, listen and you shall hear… And what could possibly be the goal of such a motley group, forcing them to enlist the aid of total strangers?’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Like a knife, the next two words sliced through the cold night air, silencing all within hearing.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Lady Vox.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Lady Vox holds that which we seek.’
Kaltea says, ‘Woohoo’
Gara Tidyng draws a quick breath as if she herself had been present. Then she says, ‘Through Blackburrow did they venture, the gnolls rejoicing that they did not stay their journey. Thence through Everfrost, which some say melted a little under the presence of such a horde. On to Permafrost, the lair of the Lady Vox.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘They paused, casters with their noses buried deep within their books, murmuring arcane phrases, warriors unsheathing their blades, donning helms, while some of the smaller folk faded in and out of view.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘That’s when they first heard: Vile children of Scale, your efforts are wasted this day! You were fools to think that you could stand against the fury of Mistmoore!’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘The sound echoed off the canyon walls. Out of the shadows sprung the horror, three Tier`Dal soldiers, agents of the dreaded Vampire Lord. Lord Galendor, nightmare of Castle Mistmoore and chief enforcer of Mayong Mistmoore himself, led the charge, leveling a furious attack at the High Elven woman, Zavo, before any had time to react. Khasra Vei`Ras was not far behind, and a Tier`Dal priestess lent support from the shadows . . . D`shar was her name.’
Gara Tidyng slows, seeming to drift away to another time and place as she speaks. She continues her tale, saying, ‘Now, fighting a Tier`Dal agent of the Vampire Lord might not seem to be such a difficult task, until you turn to your comrade and see her very life draining away, dripping down her tunic and staining the ground.’
Beruthielle shudders, knowing how dangerous Tier`Dal priestesses can be.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘This unholy union of rage and wit, chaos and order . . . it sticks with you.’ She seems to be speaking as someone with more than a passing acquaintance with the issue.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Zavo and her companions defended themselves well, but they never could have lasted on their own. Luckily, they had prepared themselves, enlisting the aid of some of the greatest that Norrath offered. Even so, the battle was bloody. Before they even had time to organize themselves into some semblance of order, forty had become twenty.’
Xzibitt mourns for the loss of Zavo.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘The tide finally began to turn for the heroes when one of the young half-elf warriors discovered the Tier`dal cleric D`shar hiding in a corner and quickly dispatched her. Without a healing force, the Tier`dal had no hope for victory.’
You nod at Gara Tidyng.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Galendor fell almost immediately, and Khasra, badly wounded, stumbled backwards and uttered a few cryptic words. What followed sent a chill through the bones of all who were there to witness, and these were battle-hardened veterans of the worst that Norrath had to offer.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Ya see, the shadows crept out from the very stones beneath her feet, reaching up from the ground to envelop the Tier`dal woman, swallowing her into darkness.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Little did they know that while this was taking place, a dwarf rogue by the name of Kivgor Illbria had snuck into Vox`s lair and had purloined the Shard. Loud and foul were the cries of anguish rumbling through the bowels of Permafrost when Vox discovered the Shard missing.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Just as loud were the cries of glee from Kivgor, taunting Vox for letting down her guard.’
Clerigo says, ‘Uh oh!’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘His luck failed him, though. As he was about to make good his escape through the gates of the cavern, Kivgor ran headlong into Zavo`s group.’
Clerigo gasps at Gara Tidyng in astonishment.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Proud of his accomplishment, Kivgor waved the Shard before them, but his pride quickly turned to anguish when he discovered that this was the very Shard that they were hunting. He attempted to flee, but they caught him and challenged him for rightful ownership of the Shard.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Badly outnumbered, Kivgor stood nay chance at all, but he still fought for the Shard. His dying words echoed through the chamber Fie on you, accursed Mistmoore! I fall in your favor, but now you be without your precious trinket!’
Gara Tidyng looks puzzled, and then says, ‘Mistmoore, mentioned twice now? What role could Mistmoore play in this drama?’
You ponder the matters at hand.
Gara Tidyng knows that the party was soon to discover the answer to that question. She says, ‘Ya see, Mayong Mistmoore was the bitter enemy of the Ring of Scale, and he wanted nothing more than to possess the Shard and thereby control access to the Plane of Sky.’
You say, ‘Ohhhh … ‘
Gara Tidyng says, ‘With all due haste, Zavo`s group journeyed to the Rathe Mountains, where the final partitioning of the Veil was to take place. Surrounded by their mortal supporters, Zavo and her friends shed their illusions and stepped forward to reveal their true dragon nature.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘However, before Zavo could reveal herself, the sky was suddenly filled wi` shadows, while faint laughter swirled through the rising wind. A harsh voice, filled wi` hatred and disgust, echoed through the mountainsides, `Children of Scale! You shall not succeed this night, I shall make sure of it. For centuries, you have evaded me. Now this shall end. Everything you possess . . . is but a waste.’
You say, ‘who was that?’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘`Twas the very voice of Mayong Mistmoore, challenging them for possession of the Shard.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Quickly the mortals sprang to the defense of the Scale, but it was too late for the doomed party. One by one, Mistmoore’s cold touch enveloped them in misty vapor, draining their life and strengthening his.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Fighting valiantly, the humans appeared to be on the verge of sure victory, when suddenly Mayong faded from view, eluding their attacks. The shadows quickly retreated back to the corners and stones from which they had issued, their tendrils rising in the air and the sound of a thousand shrieks echoing across the Mountains of Rathe.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘As the shadows slithered from view, a voice was heard, faintly hissing these words of defeat, `You have won this day, Children of Scale, but it shall not be the last battle that you will face. Rend your veil and harness your power, it shall do nothing for you, as in the end, you all shall perish, dragon and mortal alike, your corpses shall rot at my feet. For this I can assure you. Until that night comes, I bid thee a good morrow, and sleep well.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘The voice trailed off into sadistic laughter that hung within the air for what seemed like an eternity before fading into the wind.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Alas, Zavo mourned the loss of her beloved companions, cursing the name of Mistmoore.’ Gara Tidyng lowers her head to conceal the tears in her eyes.
You comfort Gara Tidyng.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Determined to complete the quest which she had started, she called for the human who had most distinguished himself in the battle to step forward. She asked him if he was ready for the final task, to die by the Shard, spilling his blood on the earth of Norrath so that the Veil would be sundered forever.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘He paused not a moment before nodding in agreement.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘After performing the sacrifice and resurrecting the hero, Zavo presented him wi` the Shard, which became known thereafter as the Crystalline Claw of Veeshan, a mighty and powerful weapon. Forevermore in the realms of the Scale was his act of bravery sung.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Thus did the Veil of Veeshan become torn, and the realms of mortals and Scale did mingle. The dragons of Norrath were once more restored in power and glory, a fitting position for the Ring of Scale.’
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Of the outcome of the battle between Mistmoore and the Ring of Scale, we can only guess, for I am certain that the final pages of that Act have not yet been written.’
Gara Tidyng bows before her audience. Gara Tidyng says, ‘Thank you all for listening to my tale. Long is my journey that lies ahead, and soon I must take my leave, but first I ask that you partake of my humble refreshments.’
Gara Tidyng passes out goodies from her backpack. She says, ‘I will hail you and then pass out goodies, I have some for all who want them.’
Xzibitt says, ‘How will the final Pages get written of this long tale’
Gara Tidyng beams a smile at Xzibitt.
Gara Tidyng says, ‘Safe travels to ye, friends. I must be away to tell my tale again.’ Gara Tidyng turns from her audience and goes on her way.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Forgive me, miladay. I realize how much of a disappointment this must be to you, to awaken and only a few moments thereafter find yourself in death’s hand’
Mayong Mistmoore begins to cast a spell.
Mayong Mistmoore tries to cast a spell on you, but you are protected.
Allaynia has been slain by Mayong Mistmoore!
Nuborisha has been slain by Mayong Mistmoore!
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Now, who else shall test my mood?’
Mayong Mistmoore continus with the young dragon.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Your pain shall be brief, but not without a few more moments upon this world’
A young dragon hisses at Mayong Mistmoore, “The immortal lord sends henchmen to do his own work? Pathetic you are, Lord Mayong Mistmoore. It is quite an enigma why the Ring of Scale has not yet disposed of you.
Mayong Mistmoore chuckles at A young dragon.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Tis a pity that you see it this way, milady. Enough of the meaningless insults, yes? There is somethingt of more importance with which I require your assistance.’
A young dragon laughs.
A young dragon says, ‘The immortal lord, who has fought the Children of Scale for countless years…now turns to the aid of one fledgling of that same brood he fights?’
A young dragon says, ‘This day is filled with strange events, indeed’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘The shard, milady. Tell me the tales and rumors of which you have heard.’
A young dragon lowers her head once again to the ground, “Rumors of which I have heard reguarding this shard you seek?
A young dragon says, ‘I know of only one rumor, but know that it is only a rumor, and should not be confused with fact’
Mayong Mistmoore grins evilly at A young dragon.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Of course, milady.’
A young dragon says, ‘The Lady Vox, when she was cast out of the Ring, marked a traitor to her own, was said to have fled with the shard as her final revenge upon the Ring. It is said that she clutches the shard within her own claw.’
A young dragon says, ‘That is all I know’
Mayong Mistmoore raises his hand, motioning for Lord Galendore to approach.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Galendore, there is a man whom I whish you to seek, someone of great power as well as being eminently expendable’
Lord Galendore says, ‘Where would one find this man, milord?’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘He has taken a brief residence within Dagnor` Cauldron. We will need him to retrieve a shard. For what reasons, he need not know. The reward for his assistance and success shall be great’
Mayong Mistmoore turns back to the dragon, nearly uncounscious from the wounds she has suffered.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Thank you milady, for your cooperation. Unfortunately, you must take your leave’
Mayong Mistmoore bows before A young dragon.
Mayong Mistmoore begins to cast a spell.
A young dragon has been slain by Mayong Mistmoore!
Mayong Mistmoore turns his head from Lord Galendore and faces the crowd, eyeing the individuals as they scowl at the vampire and his Tier`Dal minion.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Make use of the services of these pathetic mortals about you as the man you shall be seeking is not one to be underestimated. Be swift, Lord Galendore, as our time grows short.’
Lord Galendore shouts, ‘Those who seek glory, for any reason, and your intents matter not, step forward! Those who wish to prove themselves shall be rewarded greatly’
Lord Galendore shouts, ‘Step toward me now, seekers of glory, and you shall find your treasures at the hands of Mistmoore!’
Lord Galendore says, ‘I can not go any further into this area, for reasons I shall not discuss with you. Seek out Kivgor Illbriar and tell him that a proposition is to be made to him’
Lord Galendore says, ‘I expect to see him here shortly, so do not fail me lest you incur the wrath of my master. Go now, and do not return here until you have Kivgor at your side’
Lord Galendore shatters a vial of liquid at his feet and vanished into a cloud of smoke…
…(looking for dwarf)…
Kivgor Illbriar peers out into the crowd with his one good eye, his upper ip curled up in a sneer, exposing the remains of his teeth, stained yellow from the tobacco packed inside his cheeks.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Hmm. Well, what kin it ‘urt to try? Eh? Well Alright I can go with ye to this.. Lord.. Galendore.. but watch ye backs and ye pockets, as if this be a trap.. I will nae think twice about slittin yer throat n pickin ye dry…’
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Lead on buggers.’
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Aye. Well laddies… w’ere iz this Lord?’
Lord Galendore a small column of smoke rises from the ground revealing Lord Galendore…
Lord Galendore bows.
Lord Galendore forces a smile of respect across his twisted face.
Lord Galendore nods towards the filthy dwarf standing among the crowd.
Lord Galendore says, ‘Kivgor Illbriar, would you please step forward? I have a small business proposition for you’
Kivgor Illbriar makes his way through the crowd, pausing for a moment in mid-step, he turns his head toward the ground.
Kivgor Illbriar opens his mouth, a deep gurgling emerges from the dwarf’s throat as he spits the tobacco onto the ground.
Lord Galendore raises his head slightly at the dwarf, a sneer of impatience crossing his brow.
Kivgor Illbriar wipes his jaw with his forearm before proceeding towards the Teir’dal.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘These ‘lil buggers tell me that ye wanted ta’ ‘ave a meetin’ with me, fer a proposition.. er somethin’ to that effect, aye?’
Kivgor Illbriar reaches into the small pouch, pulling a small bit of tobacco and places it in between his lower lip and jaw.
Lord Galendore says, ‘Yes, they have informed you correctly, Kivgor’
Kivgor Illbriar raises an eyebrow at the Teir’dal, puffing out his red cheeks as he spits a bit of brown juice onto the ground.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Yeh yeh, I already got that part… but WHAT is it exactly ye want me t’do? And ‘ow much are ye goin’ t’be payin’ me t’do yer work?’
Lord Galendore says, ‘It is a small task and shouldn’t be too far out of your league. There is a family relic that is dear to my master, something that is even older than he’
Lord Galendore says, ‘Unfortunately, this treasure has fallen into the grasps of the White Lady, Vox’
Lord Galendore says, ‘Your task, if you choose to accept, is to retrieve this shard from the dragon’s lair’
Kivgor Illbriar raises his eyebrows in surprise towards Lord Galendore. Opening his mouth to speak, he is interrupted by the Teir’dal’s words.
Lord Galendore says, ‘We have heard greatly of your abilities, as well as that of many other. We sought you first, as we have great faith in you, Kivgor’
Lord Galendore says, ‘If you do not accept this task, then we shall ask another, although in truth, you prove to be the one of most worth’
Kivgor Illbriar closes his jaw, turning his head as he scans the area around him. His eyes gleaming with interest, he takes a few steps closer to Lord Galendor.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘That be true, dark one?’
Lord Galendore grins wickedly at the dwarf.
Lord Galendore says, ‘Aye, Kivgor, every word’
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Alright then, I’ll take up yer little job.’
Lord Galendore nods in approval towards Kivgor Illbriar and extends his hand for the dwarf to take.
Lord Galendore says, ‘A most wise choice, Kivgor’
Kivgor Illbriar reaches out to take the hand of Lord Galendore, forcefully shaking the Teir’dal’s hand in agreement.
Clouds spread over the sky, concealing the rays of the sun from the waters of Cauldron
The light now a murky gray, shadows begin to rise from the corners of the lake, coming together over the Dwarf and Teir`Dal as a towering pillar of darkness. Stopping out of these same shadows, a tall figure approaches the dwarf
It begins to rain.
…(Mayong Mistmoore appears)…
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Excellent. You have done well this day, Galendore.’
Mayong Mistmoore turns to the dwarf, staring curiously at the vampire standing before him.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘And you, young Kivgor Illbriar. I welcome you to my services. I assure you that you will not come to regret your decisions.’
Kivgor Illbriar turns his head to the side once again, letting out another spit of the brown fluid from the tobacco beneath his lip.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘I take it this be the big boss, Lord Mayong Mistmoore ‘imself, eh?’
Mayong Mistmoore grins evilly at Kivgor Illbriar.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘I am he of whom you speak’
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘So, when will ye be ‘avin me go on this little treasure ‘unt for ye?’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Immediately’
Kivgor Illbriar raises an eyebrow, turning his head and glancing quickly around the area.
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘An ye want me t’go… alone? Or will I be accompanied by….’
Mayong Mistmoore motions to the dwarf to cease his words.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘No, Kivgor. You will venture alone, as this is a task requiring much stealth and skill. I feel it would be best for you to go alone due to the nature of this task.’
Kivgor Illbriar says, ‘Oh? Alright then.. I’ll fetch yer trinket. Any particular time ye want it back?’
Mayong Mistmoore flashes a gentle grin of amusement towards Kivgor, “Immediately”
Kivgor Illbriar spits one last time, barely missing Lord Galendore’s shoe. Flashing a toothy grin towards Mayong, the dwarf throws down a small potion, the glass bottle shattering as it hits the ground.
Kivgor Illbriar is surrounded by a massive cloud of smoke and dust, fading away from view as the smoke is blown with the wind…
Mayong Mistmoore leans towards Lord Galendore.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Somehow, I do not feel that this dwarf will be successful as anticipated. Your thoughts, Galendore?’
Lord Galendore says, ‘He has promise, but I believe his ego and overweighted vanity would prevent him from succeeding’
Mayong Mistmoore lowers his head in thought, grazing his chin with his hand. For a moment, he pauses and then turns his head to Lord Galendore.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Galendore…’
Lord Galendore says, ‘aye, milord?’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘send for the priestess, as well as Khasra. They shall accompany you to the caverns of the north where you will ensure the dwarf’s victory.’
Lord Galendore bows before Mayong Mistmoore.
Lord Galendore says, ‘Immediately, milord’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Galendore, one more thing before you go.’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘These mortals…’
Mayong Mistmoore waves his hand in the direction of the crowd.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Which of these mortals has been of greatest service to you this day, Galendore?’
Mayong Mistmoore eyes the crowd as he speaks to Lord Galendore, searching the minds of those around for Galendore’s answer.
Lord Galendore points at Terok. Yeah you!
Lord Galendore says, ‘That one, milord, Terok I believe is his given name. One who isnt too bright, but provided as much help as can be expected from a mortal’
Mayong Mistmoore leans down further towards Lord Galendore’s ear.
Mayong Mistmoore keeps his eyes upon the one Galendore indicated as he whispers a series of words to the Teir`Dal in a language unknown to any who dwell within this realm and time.
Lord Galendore nods at Mayong Mistmoore.
Lord Galendore approaches Aludian, his hands dropping to the elaborately embroiderd belt around his waist.
Lord Galendore stops infront of Terok, noding in respect as he removes the belt from his waist.
Lord Galendore gently folds the belt in half, keeping his eyes locked upon those of Terok’s as he outstreches his arms in offering of the belt.
Mayong Mistmoore closes his eyes and lowers his head and he thanks, Aludian. From behind a mask of shadows, the vampire opens his eyes, staring into Terok’s eyes.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘I shall not forget your services to me, mortal child.’
Mayong Mistmoore raises his head as he walks towards Terok. Stopping only inches from Terok, Mayong raise his wrist up to his chest, his dark robes folding down his forarm.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘As I shall not forget you, neither shall you forget me.’
Mayong Mistmoore lifts his other hand to his wrist, slashing violently across the blue flesh with his claw-like nails.
Mayong Mistmoore reaches into the folds of his robes, withdrawing a small vial encased within a bat’s skull to the open wound, allowing the vial to completely fill.
Mayong Mistmoore lowers his wrist, still holding the vile of his blood up to Terok.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Let this be a gift to you, a gift of the most personal nature.’
Mayong Mistmoore raises his head, tilting it slightly to the side as he speaks, his voice now trembling with strength.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘A warning to you, child. To accept this, is to do nothing, but to drink of it, is to pledge yourself to me. Eternity’s Knight, forever you shall be.’
Mayong Mistmoore grins sadistically at Terok as he hands over the vial.
Mayong Mistmoore chuckles evily.
Mayong Mistmoore bows.
Khasra Vei’Ras laughs, Zavo is NOT in league with Trakanon, I assure you. She serves the ring of scale most faithfully.. a pity.
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘Yes, Mistmoore. It has, but not quite the pleasure you see it as.’
Mayong Mistmoore turns a stern, cold glance to the priest. Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘I shall decide whether or not she is of any use to me or not, your grace.’
Dorvias N`Keth says, ‘Of course…. Lord Mistmoore.’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘I… thank you, Zavo`Zatanov, for your aid…’
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘It is good to see even the Arch Priest of Innoruuk in his place.’
Mayong Mistmoore makes a faint motion with his hand and gentle nod toward Khalor. Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘However…’
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘How have I aided you?’
Mayong Mistmoore turns his glance to all gathered.
Dorvias N`Keth raises an eybrow.
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘Cease your disrespect, Lenyfix, or I shall deal with you most harshly’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘How naive would you all be to not know that the Ring of Scale would not already know of your actions? If they would wish to keep the Staff safe, they will do so. After all, your grace…’ Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Was it not you who was within the lands of Kunark mere hours ago, searching for the staff through one of Sathir’s agents?’
Dorvias N`Keth hesitates.
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘Yes, Dorvias, we know much of what goes on in Norrath. Even more so in Kunark.’
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘Do not insult my maste’
Dorvias N`Keth says, ‘I only wished to… bolster our efforts towrds halting Lanys’
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘Can you not control, your whelp, Mayong?’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Allow Lanys her unveiled self-inflicted torments. The Gem shall not fall into her hands so long as it is within my possession…’
Zavo`Zatanov points at Khasra.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Of that, I assure all of you.’ Mayong Mistmoore Raises a brow lightly.
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘You are brash, Dorvias. You speak without thinking too often.’
Dorvias N`Keth glares at Khasra, hiding behind her Master.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘This is all the aid I shall give to this quest — and know that I and my minions are in no way allied to the Crimson Triad… or anyone else, for that matter.’
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘You go too far, Arch Priest.’
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘So long as Lanys does not gain the staff, I care not as to what happens between the Teir`Dal, Innoruuk, and their fallen little child.’
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘I hide from no one!’
Dorvias N`Keth says, ‘Perhaps… perhaps I do not go far enough. That is not for you to determine.’
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘And the Ring of Scale is in no way allied to the Crimson Triad or Mistmoore. We keep to ourself, though we know much.’
Ashteth T`Dral says, ‘Calm yourself Dorvias, they seek only to help. Innoruuk does not wish conflict today.’
Mayong Mistmoore turns a glance to Khasra, holding out his hand lightly in invitation for her to take it.
Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘Come, my dear. We shall depart for the time being. ‘ Mayong Mistmoore returns his glance to the arch priest. Mayong Mistmoore says, ‘And your grace… I suggest a little modesty and tact — it would suit you a bit better.’
Dorvias N`Keth says, ‘I bid you both farewell, I look forward to returning to Kunark.’
Khasra Vei`Ras turns to Mayong and takes his hand,’Master.’ Khasra Vei`Ras beams a smile at Mayong Mistmoore.
Zavo`Zatanov says, ‘Farewell, Mayong. Know that the Ring shall keep an eye on your actions.’
Ashteth T`Dral says, ‘Thank you for your assistance Lord Mistmoore’ Ashteth T`Dral bows before Khasra Vei`Ras.
Khasra Vei`Ras says, ‘And know this, Zavo’Za.. I have my eye on you as well.. for my own reasons’ Khasra Vei`Ras glares.
Mayong Mistmoore briefly makes a graceful motion with his hand, and immediately he and his minion are envolped in shadow and disappear from sight.
You say, ‘Hail, Ulan Meadowgreen’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘Greetings. I am Ulan Meadowgreen of the family Meadowgreen. My brother and I are the best armorers in all of Norrath. We craft [armor] for the bravest warriors in the land. If you are a warrior of renown, and are interested in our armor, I have some mighty [labors] you might wish to attempt for me.’
You say, ‘What labors?’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘Only those who can prove themselves mighty warriors deserve to wear our crafted armor. While my brother prefers trophies, I seek instead tasks which will help my craft and my people.’
You say, ‘What armor?’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘I smith [bracers], [greaves], [pauldrons] and [breastplates]. My brother Shakrn smiths helms, gauntlets, boots and vambraces.’
You say, ‘What breastplates?’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘Deep within the depths of Castle Mistmoore lives a particularly deadly clan of werewolves. These are the servants of [Mayong], and he has enchanted the most ferocious of them that their talons might cut through steel. I wish to study these talons, and see if I can transfer the enchantments from them to the crafted armor I make. If you bring me werewolf talons and 3 [rubies], I will give you a breastplate, the likes of which you have never before seen.’
You say, ‘Who is Mayong?’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘Mayong Mistmoore is the ruler of Castle Mistmoore. He has ruled there for centuries, and will most likely rule for centuries more to come. It is said that he does not age.’
Ulan Meadowgreen says ‘I am most impressed that you have returned from Castle Mistmoore with a werewolf talon. You have justly earned your crafted breastplate.’
You say, ‘Who is Mayong Mistmoore’
Barkeep Uulianu says ‘Mayong Mistmoore is a reclusive person. None have seen him. He stays within Castle Mistmoore. His supplies are picked up at the docks of Butcherblock by his servants. Every so often they stop at Kelethin or Felwithe. It is best they do not come at all. They reek of evil.
You say, ‘where can I find Mayong Mistmoore’
Barkeep Uulianu says ‘It is said that Castle Mistmoore is a dark and dreary place. None visit there. I have heard of a few who have received invitations. They have never returned or been seen since. Do not seek this place out. No good shall come of it.
Innoruuk preserve me for my hate grows stronger still this day. Blasted Mistmoore, always with his foul nose in that which does not concern him. Teir`Dal he may have been but that was long, long ago. He has grown arrogant and no longer swears fealty to Innoruuk or any other. The Bloodmoon was mine to protect, mine to care for! However… he is a powerful ally. His “help” is neither needed nor welcomed but I do not doubt his ability to keep the stone safe. It may be that we loyal to hate might benefit from his allegiance in the future, so I do not wish to count him as enemy. He may watch over the stone for the time being, it might even serve to further complicate matters for the bastard Lanys T`Vyl, so I shall leave it be.
The Ring of Scale becomes a whole new concern. If the fool dragon Irin`ka Set was to be believed, then Trakanon’s aid may soon be required, I don’t care what Ashteth believes. Trakanon can be controlled; he has worldly desires and so can be manipulated. Further, his fury at the Ring of Scale itself will ensure his loyalty to our cause. It is Trakanon who might tip the scales in our favor when all is said and done… and perhaps as an added reward for all of my time invested, he might just do the thing that Irin`Ka Set failed to do- kill Zavo`Zatanov. Her arrogance and stubbornness will not go forgotten. It is only a fool that works against the will of Innoruuk, and there is no room in this world for the foolish.
What comes next should be interesting indeed. I have made no friends in the Ring of Scale and may very well find myself at their doorstep soon. This is yet another reason to retain the good graces of Mistmoore. I have never fully learned the inspiration of his silent war with the dragons, but if it may be used to the benefit of Innoruuk then so be it. The bastard child Lanys will not succeed in rebuilding Malevolence. That is the bottom line. That is the will of Innoruuk himself, and so shall it be no matter the cost.
Master of Moors, Lord of Vampires, Survivor and Slayer of the First
The necklaces cause the bust to drop ever so slightly. A second click is heard and a key shoots out from the maw of the bust.
Blade of Mistmyr
This is a miniature replica of a sword. The sword is dark with glowing red adornments that look like the piercing eyes of a bat peering into your soul. The hilt flares out like the wings of a bat with a marvelous red gem embedded into the end.
This is a portrait of a beautiful female. At first you believe it to be of a human female, but on closer inspection, she has traits akin to elves. You notice some engravings along the arch of the portrait.
My beloved blesses our faithful with mirrored tokens of Zanne. My beloved imbues our great constructs with gifted hearts.
To the sentry of the pools and the stones of leering, a heart of diamond. To the favored stone and the stones of jeering, a heart of emerald. To the count of my libation or the castle’s steward, a token of diplomacy. To the master of keys and his student, a token of harmony. To the powerful puritan or those who follow, a token of virtue. To the lord of the plains or those who are honored, a token of harvest. To the mistress of the dance or her ballroom troupe, a token of charm. To the faithful wretch or his despicable kin, a token of bravery. To the immortal artist or the soothsayers, a token of eternity.
With these gifts, treasures are safe from ill hands. When her beloved is adorned, open her vault, you can.