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A Meeting with Mayong Mistmoore

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.


Journal of Dorvias N`Keth

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.

Spirits Astray

Spirits Astray

Concerning legendary dragons absent from the Vesspyr Isles, the Eternal Broodlands

The Dragon Sage

There exists no creature on Norrath that can match the power of the dragons. They were the first to be placed on this world, and they will be the last ones here when it finally is consumed by Discord. There were those of us who paid homage to this power, who knew that our lives were nothing but a blink in the nearly eternal eyes of the dragons. However, even for all of their majesty, dragons perish on Norrath and make their way here, to the Vesspyr Isles.

My mortal death did not kill my passion or devotion to these wondrous creatuers. My studies of wurmkind have continued since passing within the Cloak of Drinal.

I find it interesting that not every dragon makes their way here after they pass from Norrath. The reasons for these are many, but I will note a few here in particular.


I mourn the fall of Zlandicar. His act of cannibalism and betrayal of Harla Dar was unfathomable, and still has implications on dragon society today. I can only surmise that his lust for power drove him to throw away his very spirit and essence, and to break the most sacred of dragon laws. His existence has been a mockery since then – an undead behemoth lurking in the bowels of the Necropolis, lording over a scurrying tribe of rats.

I am curious what would become of Zlandicar if he were to finally be well and truly destroyed. Would his spirit make its way here? That thought actually begs another question – I wonder if any piece of his spirit still exists, or if he has somehow devoured that as well? Whatever the case, I don’t believe he would find himself welcome here – his crimes were horrific, and may never be forgotten, even in death.


The fate of Trakanon puzzles me. Trakanon was the mightiest of the Ring of Scale, but even so he languished in an existence of turmoil. He spent part of his life as an undead, then was able to assume a living form, and then was slain by adventurers in his lair. But what became of his spirit? It must still be bound to Norrath somehow, but I know of no phylactery or containment of his spiritual energy. All I know is that it is not here.

Although it pains me greatly to think that Trakanon may be truly lost to us, there are other possibilities. It’s possible that Trakanon has been utterly destroyed – wiped from existence. Or, given his extensive studies and knowledge, that he has somehow survived his apparent death, and his spirit merely waits on Norrath for a vessel. Even I, who has pierced the veil to see into the land of the living, cannot say what has truly become of him.


Zeixshi-Kar was an Ancient – a dragon of incredible age and power. He was one of the first few who adopted Kerafyrm’s doctrine of draconic dominion over Norrath, and rallied to Kerafyrm’s side upon his release from Sleeper’s Tomb. He was called the “General of Destiny”, but whether he gave himself that moniker or somehow earned it is unknown to me.

I do know, however, that he also meddled in destructively powerful forbidden magic, but the nature of his experiments are lost to time. I have heard that he attempted to tap into the power of the Shard of Fear itself, but was destroyed by adventurers before his rituals were complete. I cannot confirm the validity of this, especially since his spirit isn’t here in Vesspyr. I wonder, however, what would have happened if indeed he had tapped into the realm of Cazic-Thule? I shudder to think how the Faceless would treat someone who attempted to siphon the power of his plane.


There are stories of the dragon Melalafen wondering the Western Wastes during the Age of Turmoil. However, at some point after Kerafyrm was freed, Melalafen dissapeared. I mention Kerafyrm specifically because Melalafen was known to be sympathetic to Kerafyrm’s ideals, and the thought was that he might have become one of Kerafyrm’s Awakened. However, I have no evidence that he ever reported for service.

So what became of him? I don’t believe he is dead, since his spirit has never come to Ethernere. He possessed no mastery over forbidden magics that I have ever come across in my studies, so it seems strange that he could have shared a similar fate to Trakanon or Zlandicar. I wonder sometimes if Kerafyrm sent him off in search of some artifact or knowledge, but his fate is unknown to me.


This one disturbs me for a couple of reasons. Primarily, as a member of a scholarly group that believes in and studies the majesty of dragons, I know that their power is beyond what I can comprehend. There are others, however, that seem to believe that draconic power is something they can harness and possibly control. The dragon known as Siliskor is a product of this bizarre cult mentality.

I wonder if it had to do with the arrogance of humans and their typically shortsighted nature, but the destruction of those who tried to control Siliskor was likely a foregone conclusion. Trying to hatch a dragon egg and utilize a creature such as that for personal benefit can only end in disaster. The dragons here practically spit Siliskor’s name, as a failure raised by humans instead of in the care of proper dragons. They claim he is dead, but I think their meaning is metaphorical. If he is in Ethernere, he is not here in Vesspyr.


The dragon known as Aeyinar is a strange case. It appears that she bonded herself to a mortal child on Norrath, who could summon Aeyinar with a special stew. I can’t asy how this relationship came to be, and why the dragon preferred the stew to just eating the mortal, but the case was odd enough that the dragons took notice.

Aeyinar apparently perished during the cataclysms of Norrath, but her spirit never crossed here. If she died during those events, then certainly the mortal who she watched over did as well. In that case, I wonder then, if she truly is dead, that her spirit simply refused to pass into Ethernere, or somehow she chose to follow the spirit of the child. The dragons, however, endured the cataclysms quite well, so perhaps she still lives somewhere on Norrath.


Hsagra is a tragic story, and one that many dragons still tell sorrowfully. Her death at the hands of the Kromzek was something that I believe Lord Yelinak still mourned until his final days. The enchantment placed on her remains must have bound her spirit to Norrath, and she must have been unable to pass here. I have heard that she was released from her imprisonment, but I have not seen her here, so I cannot say what ultimately has become of her.

There must have been a part of Lord Yelinak that longed to see his mate once again, and it must have been heartbreaking to not find her here. Still, Lord Yelinak is among the wisest of his kind, so maybe he was prepared for that possibility. Perhaps one day she will find her way here, and they will be reunited once more.

Paying Homage to the Past

Untold ages ago, the Faceless One, Cazic-Thule, placed us upon the lands of Kunark. Scattered and unlearned, we were enslaved by the terrible snake-like Shissar with their curses and wicked enchantments! At last one day the skies opened up and the sacred Green Mist delivered us from our enemies. Unaffected by the mist, we watched as our captors melted away. In the midst of a cacophony of screams of terror and anguish the iksar were freed. Today we remember the destruction of our oppressors by desecrating an article of their creation.

Over the centuries, many tribal states were established as we spread across Kunark. It was one iksar, Venril Sathir, whose knowledge of battle and necromancy allowed him to conquer and annex all the tribe-states. Using the might of the united tribes and the slaves of conquered lesser races, the mighty fortress of Sebilis was built. Imposing and beautiful, Sebilis was a place of learning and lore where for many long years we honed our skills and thrived. Under Sathir’s rule as the first King of Sebilis, he established the great Sebilisian Empire. The jealous dragons, however, saw our greatness and knew we posed a threat to them.

The meddling dragon known as Trakanon was not content to leave us alone. Through his treachery, he turned our servants against us and led a group of his kind to Sebilis and destroyed it! Many iksar were slain then and we honor them by lighting a funeral pyre from the remains of iksar slain in these times.

During the time of the Rending our beloved Kunark was beset by terrible earthquakes and the Lake of Ill Omen flooded the city of Cabilis. It was during these times that a large sailing vessel carrying many of our kind to lands far away was smashed by a massive wave. Many survived this tragedy by swimming to the shores of a nearby island.

For nearly a year the survivors lived on that island until the Overlord caught wind of their presence. After a series of fierce battles he captured the survivors, brought them back to Freeport and tried to enslave them! Years passed, but despite the Overlord’s best efforts, he could not break their spirits.

As the Rallosian army spread across all of Norrath, the Overlord knew he could not repel these aggressors without our help. In exchange for our freedom, we fought valiantly alongside Freeport’s own army and crushed the Rallosians with the help of the same Green Mist that had killed our former oppressors, the Shissar! Today we remember our brief captivity and toss the Overlord’s tools of oppression to the bottom of the sea, where they can never be used to hinder the mighty iksar.

Ruins of Kunark


While the Dragons took centuries to grow and organize, a race of intelligent serpents – the Shissar – assumed the forefront.
The Shissar were a brutal race who enslaved the Iksar, using our ancestors for workers and food. From their capital of Chelsith in what is now The Overthere, they explored the ancient rites and forgotten practices which would lay the foundation for much of Iksar knowledge and philosophy.
As learned from the rest of Norrath, nothing is permanent. Eventually the Shissar angered even their own god. A horrible plague destroyed every Shissar, however, the Iksar survived unscathed.


Over the next several centuries, the Iksar grew to greatness on the buried ashes of their former masters. They migrated outward across the continent of Kunark and formed five principal tribe-states: Kylong, Nathsar, Obulus, Jarsath and Kunzar.
This last tribe-state was led by Venril Sathir, a young and powerful warrior-mage, who raised an unyielding army of undead with the assistance of necromancy.
Sathir and his Kunzar armies conquered and annexed the remaining tribe-states under his rule as the first King of Sebilis, the renamed Iksar nation. In order to build his Sebilisian Empire, Sathir brutally captured and enslaved the Hill Giants, Forest Giants and Frogloks of Kunark.
Throughout Sathir’s life, the Sebilisian Empire quickly grew in might, power and grandeur.


King Sathir aged, but he did not want to die. To cheat death, he made an unholy pact with Innoruuk to rise, undead and immortal.
Rile, Sathir’s heir, had other plans and thwarted the ritual.
Sathir’s soul was trapped inside an amulet that was hidden away as Rile cremated his father’s body.
Rile assumed the throne, however, little changed in the kingdom. The son of Sathir seized more valuable land and his ruthles reputation increased under the terror of his warlords: Kurn Machta and Karatukus and the vampire, Chosooth. By the time these warlords finished, most of the continent definitely belonged to Sebilis – all but a few pockets of Giants and Dragons.


The Iksar had left the Dragon lands alone, but their threat was easy to see. The Dragon lords convened the Ring of Scale and argued about how to proceed.
Trakanon, the large blue, advocated swift intervention on behalf of all races against the Iksar. However, Trakanon was voted down and the Ring of Scale decided to intervene only indirectly.
Trakanon and a number of the younger dragons decided more direct action was required. They conjured a squall at sea that destroyed Rile’s warship while the King was on board. This action triggered a spectacular war among the Dragons that lasted for almost a half century.


Atrebe, Rile’s first-hatched son, then became King. This young Iksar was different than his father. He was reclusive and enamored of Necromancy. All feared his use of the magic of the Shissar and his grandfather, Sathir.
His experiments joined a dragon with an Iksar, creating the Sarnak, a race of intelligent Dragon-men. He also joined a Dragon with a Froglok, creating flying mounts for his armies; the Sokokar. On these flying beasts, the Iksar were deadly. Soon, only the hardiest Dragonkind stood unconquered by the Sebilisian Empire.


Over the next half century, Dragonkind struggled against the Iksars’ airborne army.
Atrebe was succeeded by his son, Ganak, a most capable warrior.
The war ended inconclusively over the Field of Bone with an aerial duel between Ganak on his Sokokar mount and Jaled-Dar, then leader of the Ring of Scale. Both were incinerated by magic and fire.
The Dragons retreated, but not before destroying the Imperial palace and all of Ganak’s hatchlings in a daring final blaze of revenge.


Instead of a new king, the Iksar nobles created the Emerald Circle, a body of five nobles who wisely worked to enhance the Iksar cities and trade, rebuild the navy, and return prosperity to the Empire.
Unfortunately, whenever the ambitions of rulers are involved, strife soon follows and the Empire was ultimately divided back into the original five tribal-states. Even that treaty was soon forgotten, as the tribed began to wrestle for supremacy over one another.
Unbeknownst to the Iksar, the Ring of Scale had also rebuilt and was meddling in every alliance and affair, pitting the tribal-states one against another.


The slaves revolted in Sebilis. Goblin lords from Faydwer invaded Kunark. The Giants mustered an army and destroyed the warlord outposts before they attacked the cities. The final destructive attack on the Iksar came when Trakanon and his Dragon allies descended on what was left of the Iksar cities and reduced them to ashes and ruins.
The grand Sebilisian Empire was no more. Free from Iksar restraints and rule, all the other races established themselves and began warring amongst themselves in their lust for domination.

Trakanon / Sebilis

Many have heard the legends of the mighty undead dragon Trakanon. He lives in the ruins of the Iksar city of Old Sebilis, located in Kunark. Trakanon destroyed the city of Sebilis, wounding himself in the process. Trakanon can be found in a lair far below the main city ruins. As the first step in their journey, the party must find the keys to Sebilis. Outside the city, they find a wretched creature called only the Pained Soul.

Plane of Justice – NPC Texts

You say, ‘Hail, Al`Corisalm’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Hah!’ He chuckles, a disembodied and deep laugh that sounds as if it comes from the cell-floor itself. ‘Halfling! Such a delight to see one other than Steldenn. Have you escaped this place?’
You say, ‘escaped’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘My plans for escape are detailed. I but await the perfect moment, that golden opportunity, that ray of light that shines but once in forever. If nothing else, I have time to make plans! Such plans, worthy of the Great Al`Corisalm! I imagine that you are anxious for me to tell you of such things.’ You feel a warmth on your face, as if the figure has come particularly close.’
You say, ‘tell’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘I shall!’ He laughs and you hear the clap of hands. ‘Of course! Before I was brought to this place, I was an.. Advisor, of sorts. The Great Al`Corisalm, renowned traveler, collector, theologian and revered sorcerer of Erud. He was a wise one, Erud. To take on my counsel and to listen as raptly to my sage advice as you do now. . . a rare wisdom did he possess. Whether in war, or in peace, his ear was my captive audience. Such an audience, ah me. . .’
You say, ‘audience’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Can the sun be held responsible for its warmth, with which it nurtures the crops and brings life unto the world? Can the mountains be held accountable for being strong, the bones of the earth? Of course they cannot, it is but their nature. So it is with my wisdom. The Great Al`Corisalm is wise, as the sun is warm, as the mountains are sturdy. All the more painful is my plight, as you might well imagine.’
You say, ‘plight’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Being a master of the refined arts, my conclusions are based on facts. A pure fact, perfect and true, is an atomic quantity of beauty itself. I once said that on a speech to the Low Men, across the Wide Sea. All of my advice, for good or ill, can only be based on the data which I collect. The veracity of such information is subject only to those that procure it, I am sure that you agree.’
You say, ‘agree’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘There are those that sought to bring Erud low. In his time of greatest struggle, he fought with the ignorant, the clumsy and the bereft of wisdom. It is in this time that he came to me with a question, a decision so momentous that he could not act without first consulting the Great Al’Corisalm. His construction of his new city was to be a testament to the pure wisdom of our kind, and of course required very particular and precise requirement for the location of its foundation.’
You say, ‘location’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Ahh..’ He coughs, and a moment of silence passes. You feel the chill air of the surroundings, as you try to pin-point the location of the disembodied voice which then resumes. ‘Erud’s new city needed magical channels, certain qualities of the natural bedrock which conveyed that power innate to the earth itself. It is this power that I proposed to harness in order to drive our new inventions: our water purification systems, our transport systems, all manner of civic advances that would make the new city a beacon of civility in the midst of the Low Men. So, I sought data from those whom know the [natural powers] so well.’
You say, ‘natural powers’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Geomancers are they, to us. Druids are they, to the Low Men. Yet, I was tricked. Those that would have brought Erud low placed an agent in the forests, posing as a geomancer. To compound treachery upon treachery it was my turn-coat friend, Shadalis, that led me to believe this geomancer was to be trusted. With innocent motivation, I collected the necessary information from this agent of the Dark Ones. Believing it, trusting my friend Shadalis, I used the geomancer’s advice to advise Erud. It proved to be my undoing.’
You say, ‘undoing’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘To live a life according to the tenets of wisdom, to insist upon rational proof throughout one’s entire existence, and then to throw it all away by believing a traitor that one took to be a friend. . . it is something for which the Great Al`Corisalm will carry in his heart forever. Erud began construction of his city based upon my flawed advice and, soon enough, the evidence of the Dark Ones’ trickery became obvious. The powers of the earth that we sought to harness turned against us, causing anarchy, chaos.’
You say, ‘chaos’
Al`Corisalm says, in Old Erudian, ‘Such events are not for me to describe to you, there are some things best left untold. When the final dust settled upon the earth, it was to me that Erud came. To me that he apportioned responsibility. He turned me over to the judges of the Low Men. They banished my form to the ether, and in turn passed on my spirit here, to the Tribunal, to be judged. It is here that I await trial at the hands of the Judges Which Have Always Been. That is, unless I escape. . .’ The voice trails off into silence. A shiver passes through you.

Top Floor

Name: Shera Banneth
Found: Top Floor
Race: Barbarian
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Shera Banneth’
Shera Banneth says ‘I dun wanna talk to anyone, go away! Dun ask me [why]!’
You say, ‘why’
Shera Banneth says ‘My you are dense? Well I canna say I dinna expect it from a High Elf. Aren’t you afraid you are goinna end up like my [husband]?’
You say, ‘what husband’
Shera Banneth says ‘My husband was Suili Banneth. He was a foul drunk of the worst sorts, never an ‘onest day o’ work in his life. Well I found a man worth my time so a lil hemlock in Suili’s ale at night an he dinna wake up. I guess his family was upset aboot tha, so they petitioned ta sen’ me ‘ere.’

Name: Saldyn Thunderfoot
Found: Top Floor
Race: Centaur
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Shaldyn Thunderhoof’
Shaldyn Thunderhoof looks up at you with a curious gleam in his eyes. ‘Ahh, a visitor. Is there something you need or are you here for a story?’
You say, ‘i am here for a story’
Shaldyn Thunderhoof says ‘Well I’ll tell you my story then. I was once a master fletcher, my arrows flew straighter and farther than any made before and any that have come since. I was a master of my craft; a bowman with a quiver of my arrows and one of my bows could drop a griffon at 20 paces with a single shot. One day a [ranger] came with a special order, one that I couldn’t let pass.’
You say, ‘what ranger’
[Shaldyn Thunderhoof says ‘His name was Rhionn Leafsblade, I believe he resides here with me as well. He wanted a magical arrow, a single arrow able to pierce even the strongest mithril breastplate. I had done work with Rhionn before, and believed him an honorable man, and the [challenge] was not one that I could pass up.’
You say, ‘what challenge’
Shaldyn Thunderhoof smiles. ‘The arrow of course. Mundane materials would not have been sufficient to hold the enchantments necessary to get this bow to perform as he requested. I had Rhionn gather the materials I needed, the claw of a black drake, feathers from the Spiroc Lord, and a dracolich bone for the shaft. I had no idea what he would [use it for].
You say, ‘what would he use it for’
Shaldyn Thunderhoof says ‘He used it for murder. Cold blooded murder. In my trade sect we were held responsible for the actions of our weapons. When the sect council found what my arrow was used for, they sent me before the Tribunal. I was found guilty for assisting in the murder of an innocent, and now I am here.’

Name: Trazin D’Feyl
Found: Top Floor
Race: Dark Elf
Language: Dark Elvish
You say, ‘Hail, Trazin D`Feyl’
Trazin D`Feyl says,in Dark Elvish, ‘Hail, Faldaine. These are momentous times. You stand before a [martyr]!’
You say, ‘what martyr’
Trazin D`Feyl says,in Dark Elvish, ‘I shall give myself for the glory of the Dark Prince! In my death, he shall take me in his arms and welcome me as one of his faithful, one of his true faithful! Unlike the blasphemous fools that would send me here, to an eternity of waiting! In his name was the [pact] so forged!’
You say, ‘what pact’
Trazin D`Feyl says,in Dark Elvish, ‘So it is.’ He grins. ‘The gates of the far temple, did I oversee. In distant Kiera’loal, and to the [General] did I pledge allegiance, in the name of the Dark Prince!’ His eyes roll, and you wonder how long he has been insane. ‘Allegiance!’
You say, ‘what general’
Trazin D`Feyl says,in Dark Elvish, ‘Walker of worlds, is he. Burner of the Gods themselves, victor in battles uncounted, spreading the work of my Dark Regent without even knowing it! Vhan`Geltah has seen more than I can ever dream, and by his side, I would have seen yet more! More! In my death, I shall be redeemed, for my Lord knows the truth of my soul, and it is with him that my true Judgement shall stand.’

Name: Royal Guardian Finro
Found: Top Floor
Race: High Elf
Suspected Language: Elder Elvish
Notes: This npc does not respond to Elvish.

Name: Moobik
Found: Top Floor
Race: Ogre
Language: Ogre
Notes: This guy has the mentality of a lot of people in uber guilds. =P
You say, ‘Hail, Moobik’
Moobik says,in Ogre, ‘Vengeance!’ He bellows and looks about as if he has misplaced his weapon. ‘The Avatar of my God fell to my axe, and you shall be next! There are no Gods, only victors in battle!’

Name: Rhionn Leafsblade
Found: Top Floor
Race: Half Elf
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Rhionn Leafsblade’
Rhionn Leafsblade raises his head from his hands, it appears he was weeping. ‘Murderer! I am a [murderer].’
You say, ‘what murderer’
Rhionn Leafsblade sighs heavily, wiping his face with his sleeve. ‘I am a ranger as I am sure you could have guessed. I spent my entire life serving Karana, I was a loyal husband, I loved my [wife] with all of my heart.’
You say, ‘what wife’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘My wife was beautiful, a wonder to behold. A friend came to me one day to tell me that my wife was killed by a band of ruffians. I was heartbroken and blind from rage. The bandit leader, I was told, was a man by the name of Filland Rallis. I knew [Filland], he was once a noble paladin, but he fell from his God’s graces.’
You say, ‘who is Filland’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘Filland never lost his honor, I’m not sure what action he performed to fall, but he had never committed an ignoble act. I was shocked that he would take to murder; all of his crimes were stealing from those who had excess, and giving to those that were needy. He was a [hero] to many of us.’
You say, ‘what hero’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘Yes, I have heard bards even still sing of his laurels. He was renowned for his skill with a blade, and his mithril armor was legendary, and heirloom of his family name. Without investigation or research I assumed that the rumors of my wife’s death were accurate and I set to [slay her killer].’
You say, ‘slay her killer’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘It was to be no easy task. I was no match for him in close quarters, there were few that were when he held a sword in his hands. I knew that he would be no match for my bowmanship. So I went to a friend, a [centaur] I had done much business with, and had him make a magical arrow, one capable of piercing Filland’s armor.’
You say, ‘what centaur’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘Shaldyn Thunderhoof, the greatest fletcher Norrath has ever known. He sent me far and wide to collect components for the arrow. When I returned he assembled it for me. I never let him know what the arrow was to be used for, I felt better not to burden him with my sorrows. Then I set out to [kill Filland]’
You say, ‘kill Filland?’
Rhionn Leafsblade says ‘I went to his hideout, he was out when I arrived. I awaited his arrival on the roof of his home. When he returned with his caravan I let my arrow fly, as soon as I saw the gleam from his armor. It flew true, as all of Shaldyn’s arrows did, and struck Filland in the heart. He was dead before he hit the ground. Moments after his death I saw my wife emerge from his wagon, he was returning from [her rescue].’
You say, ‘her rescue?’
Rhionn Leafsblade begins weeping again, ‘Aye, she was kidnapped by true bandits and I killed her savior. I deserve to be here, this is the fate I made for myself.’

Name: Klaren Dunn
Found: Top Floor
Race: Dwarf
Language: Dwarvish
You say, ‘Hail, Klaren Dunn’
Klaren Dunn says,in Dwarvish, ‘Allfather’s blessings to you, Faldaine. You dress mighty odd for a High Elf, I must say.’ She regards you with great interest. ‘A prayer to Surrilis himself for your health. You look as if you’re right bursting at the seams to talk, so you are. Have you brought word from one of my friends?’

Name: Zenoux
Found: Top Floor
Race: Drake
Language: Elder Dragon
You say, ‘Hail, Zenoux’
Zenoux says,in Elder Dragon, ‘Mortal. . .’ He flaps his wings and a talon taps against the floor, making a sharp noise in the silence. ‘Mortal. . . time is short. If you can understand me, perhaps you can help me. I need my grimoire, my tome, the source of my power. With help from the [distant ones], I can make my escape.’
You say, ‘what distant ones’
Zenoux says,in Elder Dragon, ‘My learning is one of the eldest. . . perhaps. . . in all existence. From the depths of Limbo can I convene with them. . . they, the distant ones. My bidding can they fulfill, for short times. I need my grimoire! My grimoire, hear me, High Elf! Fetch it and I can reward you with riches beyond your wildest reckoning! Hurry!’

Name: Alkus McNeeson
Found: Top Floor
Race: Barbarian
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Alkus McNeeson’
Alkus McNeeson produces a dagger from the folds of his clothing and scowls at you. ‘Who are you? What are you doing here? Did [they] send you?’
You say, ‘who is they’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘Don’t play dumb! I knew that they would send killers, perhaps this means my [punishment] has ended. Perhaps now I can know death?’
You say, ‘what punishment’
Alkus McNeeson judges you warily. ‘Hmm, you don’t look much like one of their [killers].
You say, ‘what killers’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘I won’t say their name. I was one of them, and I am still honor bound to secrecy. Just know that on Norrath there are good reasons to fear the [shadows].’
You say, ‘what shadows’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘I was one of them, born and bred to be an assassin. It was my life. In our circle, failure is death, but [what I did] was worse than failure so I wasn’t granted the release of the Eternal Slumber.’
You say, ‘what did you do’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘I betrayed the sect. I protected, still [protect], my love. She failed an assignment, and in the infinite wisdom of the council they sent me to exact our justice on her. It was to be my final test, failure would mean death, as it does always, success would mean ascension to the council. I knew that were I simply to fail, it would only be a matter of time before one of my brethren would be successful, then not only would my death be in vain, but I would see my love too soon in the afterworld.’
You say, ‘what protect’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘I hid her from the sect. They were infuriated with my betrayal, and they needed to make an example of me. Instead of killing me, they sent me to the wracks, there I learned the true meaning of pain, they offered me a swift death for the [location] of my love, but I would not break, I could not break.’
You say, ‘what location’
Alkus McNeeson says ‘They never found her, she died of natural causes many years later. The whole time I kept her secret, kept her hidden. When word of her death reached the council they knew they failed, and they decided death was too kind for me, so they sent me here for an eternity. . . Never to die, never to meet my love in the beyond. I have been here longer than I can remember, and will be here longer than I can perceive. My only hope is that one day they will see fit to grant me death, to free me from this prison.’

Name: Norlta Zamish
Found: Top Floor
Race: Gnome
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Norlta Zamish’
Norlta Zamish says ‘Hmm, is someone there? I’ve been [wrongfully imprisoned]
I’m waiting for appeal, but its been a long time. Where, in the name of Brell, is my appeal?’
You say, ‘wrongfully imprisoned?’
Norlta Zamish says ‘They have me here for a little [white lie], how can that be justice? What is this, the Plane of Injustice? The Plane of Unfarity?’
You say, ‘what white lie’
[ Norlta Zamish blushes. ‘Well maybe a little more than a little white lie, but I still don’t deserve to be here with murderers and crazy people, and the like. You look like a fair person, why don’t you tell me if you think I should be here, want to [know what happened]?’
You say, ‘know what happened’
Norlta Zamish says ‘I was an apprentice for Varkon Theardor in Ak’Anon, and he sent me to scout the minotaur caves, to make sure the hero wasn’t out and about. Well I made it out to Steamfont, and it was one of the most beautiful days I’d ever seen, halfway to the caves I set down to watch some clouds go by. Next thing I know it was hours later, I didn’t rightly have time to make it to the caves and back, so I went to [Varkon] and told him the hero wasn’t around.’
You say, ‘what varkon
Norlta Zamish says ‘Well little did I know, Varkon was planning a trip to the caves, I guess I should have figured it, but I just wasn’t thinking. Hours passed, until finally word came that the minotaur hero had squished poor Varkon. When news reached Larkon, Varkon’s brother, that I was responsible for Varkon’s death he asked that I be set before the Tribunal.’

Name: Sralm Noramir
Found: Top Floor
Race: Iksar
Language: Common

You say, ‘Hail, Sralm Noramir’

Sralm Noramir pounces at you, grabbing you by your throat. ‘What are you doing here? Who sent you?’

You say, ‘No one sent me’

A gleam shines in Sralm’s eyes. ‘I hope you are not here to free a prisoner. The Tribunal punishes such actions harshly. Once here there is no hope of escape. Even for one such as I.’

You say, ‘Who are you?’

Sralm Noramir says ‘Ahh, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sralm Noramir, warrior by birth thief by choice.’

You say, ‘You? A thief?’

Sralm Noramir says ‘Aye, I could steal the sword from a warriors hands or a kiss from a ladys lips. Ever hear of Emperor Sllanar?’

You say, ‘I have never heard of this Emperor Sllanar’

Sralm Noramir says ‘You see, generally thieves were imprisoned, or at worst executed, but banishment here was usually reserved to those that committed heinous crimes. I guess you should be careful when you rob the person who gets to decide on the definition of heinous. Have you any news of Sebilis?’

You say, ‘Sebilis was destroyed by Trakanon’

Sralm Noramir says ‘What in the name of Thule is a Trakanon?’

You say, ‘Not what, but who. Trakanon is an undead dragon and savior of the Trolls’

Sralm Noramir says ‘A dragon in Sebilis! Stop your foul lies, your humor does not suit my tastes.’

Name: Wurgoz
Found: Top Floor
Race: Froglok
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Wurgoz’
Wurgoz tilts his head and gives a slight twitch of his eyes in quick observation of Faldaine, ‘You are free. . . you are not a prisoner of this place. Interesting. Perhaps. . . perhaps you would care to listen to my tale? Maybe. . . maybe you can give me some relief from this suffering and ease my conscience if only for a moment.’
You say, ‘what tale’
Wurgoz makes a quick, short motion with his webbed hands in excitement, ‘Very good! Very good! Oops. . . Shhh. . . We should discuss this quietly. The prisoners are not supposed to speak, you see. We are here to be punished and I would not wish to jeopardize your own freedom after you’ve so graciously accepted my offer. Now, let me tell you that little tale — short and sweet it is, though dark and terrible in truth.’
You say, ‘what truth’
Wurgoz says ‘I have been a prisoner of this place for many a year, many a year. I committed a terrible crime many years ago against my own people an. . . Innocent people. I regret my actions, I regret them dearly but there is nothing I can do to make right out of my ancient crimes from here. That is why I need you — to help me, for the sake of my own conscience. Are you still willing to aid me? Will you still venture into the depths of a dark past to oblige a stranger’s — a criminals’ plight through mere lending of your ear?”
You say, ‘i am willing to aid you’
Wurgoz says ‘Very good! Very good! You are kind, indeed. In ancient times when the Elddar forest stood high in all of its lush, emerald beauty across the most of eastern Tunaria, my people came to the swampland known as Innothule. There, we found the trolls — the vile, horrible, maniacal creations of The Faceless who ruled that land. We wanted only peace and to inhabit a piece of that fertile swampland without confronting the trolls directly. However, they did not feel the same as we. The trolls began to capture and use our people as slaves or consume them as food! We were horrified and took immediate action against them.”
You say, ‘what action’
Wurgoz says ‘The frogloks came together in massive force and struck at the heart of the troll civilization to dominate the swampland. We prepared an invasion of their city that dwelled deep beneath the soggy earth of the swamp. The battle seemed to sway to the trolls’ favor. I, a shaman general and advisor to our leaders, felt the pain of our people as we fell by the hundreds to troll armies. I could not stand to see our people suffer so, for we had come seeking peace. War — all war — hurts us most deeply within. I pleaded with our leaders to find another swampland; to leave this place to the trolls who rightfully had claimed the land before us. Their ears were deaf to me, for they saw a great evil in these lands. It had gone beyond a desire for a new homeland for our people. It had become a crusade.”
You say, ‘what crusade’
Wurgoz says ‘Our elders sought to purge the swamplands of the trolls. We knew they were vile and truly evil in every recess of their beings, but still I could not stand by and watch a war engage. We were creatures of peace who sought only the betterment of our own people. War was not our way. A troll shaman by the name of Gkerzha approached me one eve whilst I was alone, scouting the swampland. He claimed to approach in peace and we spoke — for the first time, troll and froglok spoke. Gkerzha claimed he wanted the same as I — for the frogloks to leave the swampland and let the trolls alone. He seemed sincere and regretful for the loss and turmoil that infected his people as it did my own. We parted ways shortly thereafter, but he claimed he wished to make a bargain with me that would end the war peacefully.”
You say, ‘what bargain’
Wurgoz says ‘Gkerzha and I met several times to discuss plans to bring peace to both races, for frogloks to move to another region of the swamp and for trolls to return to their lives before froglok presence. I was foolish enough to trust him, but he was cunning and knew how to invoke my sense of sorrow and yearning for peace. He brought to me three frogloks who had been taken prisoner and were used as slaves. They were in bad health, but Gkerzha said he did not wish to place his magic on them. Frogloks superstitious and we feared troll magic on us. His gesture was clever. I healed the slaves and returned them to our camp, where they recovered. I met Gkerzha again the next eve and he brought two more slaves and an ancient trollic dagger.”
You say, ‘what dagger’
Wurgoz says ‘Gkerzha said dagger was ancient trollic weapon of legend — belonging to the troll hero, Tjarduugh, who saved swampland from invasion by humans centuries earlier. He placed the dagger on the ground after he released slaves into my care. He said the dagger was trollic notion of peace. He said the dagger had killed many frogloks in ceremonies and made them the undead that accompanied their forces. He said that my taking of the dagger would assure that no more frogloks would be cursed to walk as the undead servants of the trolls. This was his way of showing a desire for peace. He left quickly without further explanation, the dagger still on the ground. I picked up the dagger with a cloth and put it safe in my pack. I then returned to camp with the three froglok slaves. Later that eve, the folly of my naive trust in the trolls would be revealed in a gruesome tragedy.”
You say, ‘what tragedy’
Wurgoz says ‘The froglok camp in the south end of swamp was safe from trolls for a long time. That is where I took the slaves to recover. I stayed there and had council with the arch magi and high shaman. I wanted to show them the dagger, but as soon as it touched my skin, something changed in me. I brought the dagger to the arch magi and high shaman, and before they could act, I killed them with the dagger — the ‘gift of peace’ Gkerzha had given to me. I remember going out into the camp and killing more frogloks there. I had murdered almost all of them before I was subdued and the dagger rent from me. I felt, as soon as the dagger left my hand, regret for what I had consciously done. I was taken prisoner before the council of generals and our leader. As the hearing was held, news of a greater and unforeseen devastation resulting in my foolishly placed trust reached us.”
You say, ‘what news’
Wurgoz says ‘All that I had killed, including the arch magi and high shaman, had arisen as undead and were being commanded by a troll shaman. I immediately knew it to be Gkerzha. The scout said they were heading to the very camp where I was currently held. I pleaded with the council to destroy the dagger, or take it far, far away for it will cause them more suffering if they did not. They did not listen to me. I was caged and thrown into the deepest pool of the swamp, where I would either meet my fate or wait for the trial to continue. Days passed before the council returned and retrieved me from my swampy prison. They said that Gkerzha committed suicide — invoking the dark power of Innoruuk to destroy hundreds of froglok legions. It was my fault that so many died, they said, and my judgment was beyond their abilities. I was sacrificed and my spirit sent to this place, where I would stand trial before The Tribunal. My fate is more than the elders realized it would be.”
You say, ‘what fate’
Wurgoz says ‘Forever I am condemned to be a prisoner — I do not protest that judgment either. But I must forever live with my guilt and know that what I have done will never be avenged. Gkerzha’s spirit still wanders Norrath. I can feel it at times, taunting me when the barrier separating this plane from Norrath is weakest — when a new criminal is brought here to be tried. I am so mournful. . . I regret so much. I deserve my punishment, but the wrongs I committed must be avenged.’
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Name: High Shaman Dannel
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Barbarian
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, High Shaman Dannal’
High Shaman Dannal narrows his eyes in a hardened stare. You see something in his face that you had formerly believed to be vanquished from this place — life and spirit. His eyes are bright and vibrant in their emotion of disdain and his face is hard and steely. As he speaks, you find yourself somewhat taken back with surprise at his strength and undefeated spirit, ‘This is the realm of my deity; the realm that I served. Look at me, Faldaine! I am a priest of the Tribunal! For you to think upon me as a criminal is to think justly, for I would not be here had my convictions been of another accord. My pride in this place — my life, despite the eternity I have already endured, is preserved for I know that even in the end, my faith was pure and my actions show that I am indeed the strongest spirit to ever serve The Tribunal. I committed a crime, and I condemned myself to this place with my own hand, through the powers granted to me by my faith did I sacrifice my own self to this fate. Now move along.’

Name: Jhyric Kan Voth
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Vah Shir
Language Suspected: Vah Shir

You say, ‘Hail, Jhyric Kan Voth’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘Hail.’ Jhyric looks at you with stern eyes. He seems to be weighing something within his thoughts. ‘What is your business here? You walk with freedom around this [prison].’
You say “this Prison?’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘It is not for one of my kind to be sealed in a place such as this. Since when has nobility been constrained? Since when has honor been a virtue to put on trial and quantify with weights and measures? The Taruun are beyond such affronts to our valor. Ever since the time of the [Great Unification] have we been the eyes and ears of the Crown upon Norrath.’
You Say, ‘what Great Unification’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘Your lack of knowledge of history belies your ignorance, Naele.’ His eyes sparkle, and you notice that captivity has merely honed his spirit. ‘Many centuries ago, the explorers came to our noble city. [Explorers] from the cities of Norrath, they came in droves once their primitive minds discovered the workings of the Great Spires, following their Al’kabor. Their kind trampled our crops with their clumsiness and eagerness to explore our lands.’
You say, ‘what explorers’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘How they came, in droves no less. . . like locusts, it is written.’ He wrinkles his small nose in disgust. ‘All the races of the Below, appearing day after day after day at the Great Nexus, near to where the Fordels and the Midsts made their settlement. Our King welcomed them with the nobility customary to my kind. Some he even allowed to become honorary citizens. History proved him wise. In exchange for local commodities, those of the explorers upon which he bestowed citizenship took word back to the Below, to Norrath, to the leaders of Men, and of the Elves. It was a time of [prosperity].’
You say, ‘what prosperity’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘Aye, the trade was welcome within the Great Walls. Though primitive and in the thrall and worship of “gods”, certain trade-ways of the Norrathians proved to be extremely lucrative to the Kingdom. The King was thrice-blessed for his foresight and dealings with the primitives, the history books tell us. Your lack of knowledge surpasses your ugliness, you know.’ His ears lie flat against his head and his tail swishes violently. ‘Surely you did not come here for a history lesson from a [veteran]?’
You say, ‘what veteran’
Jhyric Kan Voth says, in Vah Shir, ‘I have seen more wars than you have had hot meals.’ A feline chuckle escapes him, despite his earnest expression. ‘The wars when the Unification ended, the wars with the Dalh Shir, the endless wars with no names that we Taruun fight for Shar Vahl without it even knowing we fight. Here I remain, trying to make sense of the words of fools, and wondering as to the [true nature] of my imprisonment.’
You say, ‘what is the true nature of your imprisonment’

Name: Librarian Rushal
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Iksar Ghost
Language: Lizardman
You say, ‘Hail, Librarian Rushal’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘A High Elf, what a pleasant ssssurprise. Here, of all placesss. I wonder of which crime you are accusssed to bring you here, to the plane that watches all [planes]?’
You say, ‘what planes’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘In thisss regard, you are talking to the expert, should such a thing exist. I have been lauded as the authority on such mattersss. I am not a walker of the planes, merely a ssstudent of them, but there is much one can learn should accessss to the relevant [resources] become posssible.’
You say, ‘what resources’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘Long yearsss did I ssserve. My cruel massster, Ral’Zehta the Knowing, kept me as a slave. Dark, was Chelsith. From within its walls, the cries of my kind rang throughout night and throughout day. I consider myssself lucky, for my massster was the Proctor of the Great Library. Such a collection of knowledge hasss never been heard of, I assure you. Hall upon hall upon hall of collected ssscrolls, tomes, grimoires, and works of the cabalist arts. I was one of his prized ssslaves, such as my race were to the Green-Scaled Ones. Mine was a special [talent].’
You say, ‘what talent’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘My kind are not known for their natural erudition, but I was blesssed by The Fearsome Himssself with the ability to learn, and learn quickly. I sssoon learned the tongue of the Green-Scaled Ones, and many more besides from other ssslaves taken captive in the many conquessssts of the Green-Scales. This came to my massster’s attention, and it pleased him. Pleased him as a particularly intelligent pet would please someone, I believe. He put me to [work].’
You say, ‘what work’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘As hisss prized ssslave, I was given the task of filing, cataloguing and sorting in the immense and endlessss halls, galleries and corridors of the Great Library, asssisting my master in his daily dutiesss. I slept in the library at nights, but my nourishment was the [knowledge] contained therein.’
You say, ‘what knowledge’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘The Green-Scales were travelers, and plunderersss. They bargained with the gods themselvesss, made pacts and broke them. The treasures that they amassed, the things that no mortal of our plane was meant to ssssee. . . they coveted, and fought for, and hoarded. The knowledge that they gained. . . that was the real treasure, but they valued it little compared to shining and glittering booty that they could lay their foul hands upon. Much of that knowledge made itsss way into the Great Library. Much of that was learned by me. I fed my [passion].’
You say, ‘what passion’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘The knowledge of the planesss, of course. Those dimensions that run aligned with our own, and touch it, and each other, from place to place. Like skinsss on an onion, an onion that one could peel forever and ever. I can tell you about [this place], should you care to hear it.’
You say, ‘this place’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘According to the booksss that I had accesss to, this place is the embodiment of order within the universe. Ever sssince the first mote of ordering of existence, springing out of the chaosss, so too did the Plane of Jussstice exist, to serve and judge the ordering. It issss said in the Great Books that it shall remain until the end of Order itssself, until everything once again is anarchy. Until then, there are the [Judges].’
You say, ‘what judges’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘The six Judges rule thisss place, six and one more it is written. Those accusssed of the mossst serious of crimesss are banished to this realm, their Court, for Trial by the Judges of all Judgesss, the Tribunal. It isss written that their jussstice is impartial, and absssolute. The innocent are returned to their place of origin, and their guilty meet the Executioner. The judges deliver the fairessst [Justice] of them all.’
You say, ‘what justice’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘The Great Bookssss were vague on thisss point, but it seemed that each of the accusssed, in order for justice to be total, is here judged according to the lawsss of their own sssociety. From the handsss of their own flesh and blood come the lawsss, and it is to these that they are held accountable. Jussstice for me may be very different to justice for you, Faldaine, but we are both served fairly. As for my [crime], I am guilty already and confesssed.’
You say, ‘what crime’
Librarian Rushal says,in Lizardman, ‘I am a traitor. When the planning for revolution came, inssstead of pledging my arms to those that would overthrow the Green-Scalesss, I could not leave my massster. More, I could not turn from the Great Library because, for me, it was the reason for living itssself. Were I to live ten thousand livesss, I could never read every book held within itsss endlesss walls. Sssso, the flesh of my brothersss I denied in exchange for my thirssst for pure knowledge. Ssssometimes, one must stand for one’s beliefs, and I have remained true to myssself, if not to my fellowsss. The law may find me guilty, but my heart issss innocent, Faldaine; mark you well. When The Green came, by brethren sent me here, and here I wait.’

Name: Gubkuk
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Troll
Language: Troll
You say, ‘Hail, Gubkuk
Gubkuk says,in Troll, ‘You bite-size, me should lick lips and get hungry. But me not. Me want good food, me want some of dem roots that me found just outside home. What good is home if you not allowed to eat the roots? No one told me what dey was for. Me only wanted tasty bite. . . Nalikor so angry. . .’

Name: Lasiya
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Dark Elf
Language Suspected: Elder Tier’Dal
Lasiya says,in Dark Speech, ‘Wood Elf. . .’ She tucks her long, beautiful hair behind her ears and meets your gaze. In her eyes you see. . . desire? ‘The Dark Tower always has need for new. . . blood. Come closer, little Wood Elf. Lasiya won’t hurt you, not a bit. Come and lose yourself in my arms. . . I can guarantee you an eternity from which you will never wish to escape. . .”

Name: Kimry Joome
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Gnome
Language Suspected: Gnome

Name: Evia N’Cizai
Foun: Good Wing Top
Race: Erudite
Language Suspected: Erudian

Evia N`Cizai says, in Old Erudian, ‘The darkest days are yet to come. Though I may be interred within this vile prison, my forces shall continue to despoil! I am proud of my heritage, and my lineage shall continue long into the Age of [Dark Paths], you shall see!’

Evia N`Cizai says, in Old Erudian, ‘You shall see. . . foolish, mortal Naele. When your families are burned at the stake, and my armies raze your cities and slaughter your animals. . . then you shall see! Just like they did in Perronium!’ She throws back her head and lets loose a laugh of purest, unadulterated evil. ‘I shall bathe in the blood of the weak, just as I did in [Perronium]!’

Evia N`Cizai grins and regards you with malice. ‘Your time will come.’

Name: Zaldyr Moralin
Found: Good Wing Middle
Race: Dark Elf
Language Suspected: Elder Tier’Dal
Notes: This mob will not respond to Dark Elvish.

Name: Al’Corisalm
Found: Good Wing Middle
Race: Unknown
Language suspected: Old Erudian

Name: Trissha Pettals

Found: Good Wing Middle
Race: Halfling
Language Suspected: Halfling

Name: Tanasin
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Gnome
Language Suspected: Gnomish

Name: Drazl
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Froglok
Language: Froglok
You say, ‘Hail, Drazl’
Drazl says,in Froglok, ‘Well ventured, Faldaine. You seem afraid. . . I assure you, there is no need. Drazl may have been bad once, but no more. No more badness. You seem far too nice, far too nice by far. Drazl wouldn’t harm a fly. Not a hair on your dainty head. Not any more. [Those days] have long gone.’
You say, ‘those days’
Drazl says,in Froglok, ‘The fools that follow the King so blindly. . . they will soon see! Though I may be captive, here, my work shall go on! My peers are working even now on raising our army. . . raising our army from the grave! So comfortably, he sits, the King. So comfortably, his [revolution] but a memory. Soon, he shall be less smug, it is my guarantee.’
You say, ‘what revolution’
Drazl says,in Froglok, ‘His has not always been in a position of power, but when the revolutions come the mob will blindly follow any fool. Fool, I say! None more foolish than King Dergzl. His power seized when the masses overthrew their masters. . . he shall soon know the feeling. When the [wheels] that I have set in motion finish their turning, he shall know!’
You say, ‘what wheels’
Drazl says,in Froglok, ‘There are those amongst his. . . subjects – gah, how I hate that word! – who cannot stand his suffocating and absolute rule. We brave few, we brave and daring few. . . we seem so small in numbers, but we have the biggest [resource] of all from which to draw our armies.’
You say, ‘what resource’
Drazl says,in Froglok, ‘Why, the grave itself! My colleagues have made certain pacts and bargains. I wish only that I could see it with my own eyes. Such is my real punishment, that I cannot see the imminent downfall of Dergzl when the armies formed of his revived ancestors come to slay him and throw him from his throne. Instead. . . instead, here I rot. Not bad any more. Not bad at all, am I. Merely disappointed that when the forces of undeath come, I shall not be there to lead them. Lead them to a new Guk, a free Guk!’

Name: Welas Holander
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Erudite Ghost
Language Suspected: old Erudian

Welas Hollander says,in Old Erudian, ‘Unnnn. . . ‘ He fades and then rematerializes, as if talking is causing great effort. ‘Hail to thee, Faldaine. Be careful! Ware! Careful who to trust in here, or ye’ll find one day waking with a blade in your chest, as I did! Watch ye!’

Name: Grum
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Ogre
Language: Ogre
Notes: Very funny little story.
You say, ‘Hail, Grum’
Grum says,in Ogre, ‘Huh?’ He lifts his head and looks at you with a blank expression. ‘Whoz you? Mez not expectin visitors. Mez in [trouble].’
You say, ‘what trouble’
Grum says,in Ogre, ‘Ya, trouble big. Real big dis time. Stupid Grum, wez been told to guard some little shorty by da big man in da black robe. Grum had to watch her during da night while the others went to make sure dat the humeyz been scared off. But da shorty, she wuz so perdee. So perdee. . . When da otherz come back, dey found Grum. Grum all alone with a flower behind his ear and big smilin all over. Mez alwayz been stupid for da perdee ones.’ He looks down at something that he holds in his lap, and you notice it is a small, wilting daisy.’

Name: Master Vhezar
Found: Good Wing Top
Race: Iksar
Language: Lizardman
You say, ‘Hail, Master Vhezar’
Master Vhezar says,in Lizardman, ‘Hail.’ He holds your gaze. ‘Peace be with you, Faldaine. You appear unrestful, this is good. Unrest makes one attentive. Focused. Alert. You will need the sum total of your wits at your command if you are to not fall to the [forces] at work in this place of imprisonment.’
You say, ‘what forces’
Master Vhezar says,in Lizardman, ‘There are many. The representatives of True Justice hold sway here, and the task of dispensing judgements falls upon them. I have heard that the Warden. . . ‘ He looks out to see if he is being overheard. ‘I have heard that the Warden has his own thoughts on justice, however. Then, there are we [prisoners].’
You say, ‘what prisoners’
Master Vhezar says,in Lizardman, ‘From those with whom I have talked, it seems that we have little in common save that we have all been accused of the most serious of crimes. The definition of serious seems to vary according to the background of the prisoner, though. I overheard a conversation of a dwarf claiming that she was sent here for overcharging on goods that she sold, for example.’ He shakes his head and looks resigned to a long fate. I have [faith].’
You say, ‘what faith’
Master Vhezar says,in Lizardman, ‘As a Grandmaster, my life is one of pure worship. In the worship of the Great Fearsome, so I go about my days. My faith shall not let me down, of this I have no doubt. Even in the face of great accusation, I shall remain true to the one, real god.’ He adjusts his wristband and glances at you from the corner of one eye. ‘That god is Cazic-Thule, mark you, High Elf.’

Name: Nemli
Found: Good Wing Top
Name: Dwarf
Language: Dwarvish
You say, ‘Hail, Nemli’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘Hail!’ He jumps up and extends you his hand. ‘Well met, Faldaine! It’s been a while since I saw a friendly face, here in all this gloom, I have to tell ye.’ His feet nearly leave the floor in his excitement. ‘Do ye bring word from [Nammy]?’
You say, ‘who is nammy’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘Aye!’ He nods enthusiastically. ‘Aye, Nammy! Me own dear brother, so he is. Have ye heard from him? I’ve not heard from him since the [job].”
You say, ‘what job’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘What a job it was, for two enterprising young men of opportunity like ourselves. Why, King Butcherblock’s chamberlain himself brought us before him, so he did. Dressed us all up plush-like, and told us about a wealthy elf who’d stolen something o’ the King’s. He wanted us to find it. . . what a lark! Well, who’s we to refuse the kind of [offer] he made, eh?’
You say, ‘what offer’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘Aye! He said that this elf had been stealing from the King for a long time, Brell only knows how he managed it. He said that we could take whatever we wanted from the elf’s mansion as payment, but that the book that he was all riled up about.. the [book] he wanted back safe and sound in the palace, so he did.’
You say, ‘what book’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘That he didn’t tell us. I heard rumor that it was something like his family history, or his family tree, or something thereabouts. Who cares, that’s what Nammy and I said! A job’s a job, right? So’s following the directions, we snuck out to this mansion. All alone it was, standing there in the forest. Being good at our craft, the locks didn’t prove any obstacle, and we were in!’ He shudders. ‘Then the lights came on. We’d been [caught].”
You say, ‘what caught’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘Aye, like rats in a trap, so’s to speak.’ He thumps his thigh with his fist. ‘They seemed to be expecting us, like. The weirdest thing of all, was that nothing in the house looked elvish at all. All of it good, honest dwarven stuff. All dressed up rich and gaudy, a Stout I’d never seen walking in Kaladim told us that he was the mansion’s owner. What a lark! I’m not sure what’s going on, to tell ye truth, but it sounds as if we’ve got mixed up in the [games] of the nobles.’
You say, ‘what games’
Nemli says,in Dwarvish, ‘Games they are, too. Little folk like me have no wot of what’s going on, ye know. I don’t know if the chamberlain knew who owned the house, or if we got the wrong one maybe. . . we followed the directions to the letter, though. Nammy managed to escape through a window while the guards took me into chains. He said he’d be back and rescue me when he could! Come on, Nammy – I need ye now!’

KOS Wing

Notes: Note, since this wing has some rooms with two of the same kind of npcs in the same room speaking the same language I just combined them.

Name: Zayenaekk and Iyanlinaoukh
Found: Kos Wing Top
Race: Sphynx
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Zayenaekk’
Zayenaekk flaps her wings and raises her chin high and proud as she gazes down upon Faldaine, ‘You stand before Zayenaekk — servant of Murdunk and prisoner now of the Tribunal. There is nothing more to this being than the formerly stated. Move along, mortal. This is not a realm for the free to wander.’

You say, ‘Hail, Iyalinaoukh’
Iyalinaoukh tilts her head and glares down upon you with sapphire, feline eyes. The sphinx flaps her wings and rears her head in a gesture of amusement, ‘A mortal before Iyalinaoukh? Truly, how ironic this is, but yet it is without just end. Move along, mortal. This place of Norrath’s creatures is not one that takes kindly to the presence of the free. Even in this place, our crimes are beyond your understanding and your ears unworthy of the voices that would tell their tales.’

Name: Mublok and Yalaki
Found: Kos Top Floor
Race: Ratman
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Mublok’
Mublok curls his lips up, revealing the row of sharp, vermin teeth, ‘Begone from here!’ The rat hisses in an almost screeching tone, ‘You debase us with your presence — even in this place. We are beyond your judgment and understanding. We are creatures whom the gods themselves may only pass judgment upon and in that, we are superior to you. Move along! Move along!’

You say, ‘Hail, Yalaki’
Yalaki twitches its nose, sniffing the air about you. The ratman then gives a hissing sound of disdain and shakes its head rapidly as if to ward off an offensive presentation, ‘Go away! I have nothing to share with you — time or tale. We have no love for you or your kind. Go on, now. Go on! Return to the north where your kind dwell in their pitiful misery and regret.’

Name: Dremekal
Found: Kos Wing Top
Race: Minotaur
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Dremekal’
Dremekal snorts and glares down upon you, his human-like eyes blazing with contempt, ‘How dare you approach and speak with us! Do you think that in this place, our bias toward you has fallen? Do you believe that we are creatures whose convictions have changed to allow recognition, let alone camaraderie to your kind? We are not as desperate and easy to break as the children of the gods that have been confined to this place. Our tales are for the judgment of the Tribunal and them alone! Begone from this place! Seek out your own kind who dwell to the north! They may have the tales of woe and tragedy that your kind disgustingly amuse yourselves with.’

Name: Ra’Silyes and Trader Sha’Deno
Found: Kos Wing Top
Race: Sarnak
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Ra`Silyas’
Ra`Silyas gives a cold, callous glare to Faldaine, ‘What business do you believe befits you in this place, Faldaine? Your presence is not welcome among us. You are a creature who is free and you walk willingly among the eternal prisoners of justice. How quaint, indeed. Move along for in the north where your kin reside. Perhaps they may be more informative and receptive to your presence than we.’

You say, ‘Hail, Trader Sha`Deno’
Trader Sha`Deno tilts his head, his eyes lighting with a sense of curiosity and amusement, ‘Greetings, free one. You wander the cells of eternal prisoners. . . How intriguing. Perhaps you have a fascination for the degenerate and hopeless? Or perhaps you wish to teach yourself of what paths that will grant you avoidance of this place in your own hereafter, hrm? Aaaah. . . So many questions, but yet you truly do not hold any of the answers. I. . . I am a criminal like no other in this place, and still my tale is not for you to know. Continue your search, but if I may direct you to the northern quarter where your own people reside, I’m certain you will find more of the answers that you seek.’

Name: Maen Kul’Daar
Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Goblin
Language Suspected: Goblin

Name: Kareyn the Dreadgazer
Found: Kos Wing Bottom
Race: Evil Eye
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Karzyn the Dreadgazer’
Faldaine. Come closer, closer. Ever closer. Look at me, let me gaze upon you, upon you. Many things I see, I see, many things. I have [seen] much since coming here.
You say, ‘seen what’
This place is supposed to be the true Justice, the embodiment of Order itself. Yet, there are [forces] working within this place, forces not working in accord with the Judges.
You say, ‘what forces’
I have seen much, seen much. Jacosh is the Warden here. It is his task to carry out the work that the Judges pronounce it is. Pronounce they, impartial they, judging each to his own, they. Each to his own. Jacosh is [different].
You say, ‘different how?’
He is not impartial, he is but mortal, mortal. Some judgements of the High Judges, though impartial and fair for the kin of the accused, seem less fair to the mortal eyes of [Jacosh].
You say, ‘who is Jacosh?’
He is short-sighted, short-sighted. He makes his own [judgements].
You say, ‘what judgements’
His own judgements, and often they do not agree with the Judges. Sometimes it seems to him that a prisoner is judged too harshly. These he sometimes helps escape, escape. Not the [others].
You say, ‘what others’
Sometimes it seems to him that a prisoner is judged too lightly. With these, the prison walls ring with their screams as torture is performed. So far, he is undetected by the Judges. I see much. I see. . . so much, so much. . .

Name: Xin Rentheis Ishan
Found: Kos Wing Bottom
Race: Akhevan
Language Suspected: Akhevan

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘Ah!’ He paces back and forth. ‘Lumanes, Naele. Ah, you are sivuela, I shall use your mortal tongue.’ Two of his hands hold his belt whilst the other two wring one another in thought. ‘These are tavuelais tianeus. . . . [painful days] indeed.”

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘My spies have received word that the Stormbringer is to the sacred city headed. Gah!’ He spits upon the floor. ‘I am vexed, for I have not the ability to reach there and provide warning. My [lytaer] took me far.’

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘Then again, my duty has always taken me far. My duty is that which no other will perform, that which no other can perform. To the phaluim I go.’ He spits again. ‘To the infestation, to the mortal dwelling. I have learned their tongue through much observation, this is in itself crime punishable by [attaumis].’

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘Kra!’ He flinches. ‘Forgive me, it is. . . the end of the soul. Not simple tekar, not the death of the body.’ He taps between his eyes with one hand. ‘It is the death of the spirit, separation from Ishinae herself, with no way of returning. I take this fate willingly, for in my eternal suffering I know that, despite consort with the siveulaeus. . . the mortals. . . my [information] will save us.”

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘I am a Leader of Wars by title. However, my calling is of a gatherer of temariel.. He struggles for the right word. ‘A gatherer of knowledge. I do this by watching and even talking with those siveula whom can be trusted. Though this is crime punishable by death, my death is worth serving my kind as I have. Though I fear that this time it is [too late].’

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘Whilst concealed with my spies outside of the tek phaluim, the. . . . Silver Infestation, watching them crawl through their pestilential lives, word of the Stormbringer came to me. I have to warn the rentha. . . to the city. . . yet, I was too far. Now, I am even further.’ He sighs. ‘With me, the warning will die. I cannot tell what xetanus will occur. . .’ He struggles again. ‘What blasphemy will occur when the Stormbringer reaches the rentha. Here I sit, unable to act. Awaiting [xiall].’ ‘

Xin Renthais Ishan says, in Combine Tongue, ‘Justice, it comes to us all in the end. I shall pay for my crime, for being so close to the dutenus. . . the enemy. Mine is damnation eternal. Linger not with me, for I must be alone, I have much to think upon. Farewell, Naele. . . vyanemis.’

Name: Numeinastel
Found: Kos Wing Bottom
Race: Unknown
Language Suspected: Barbarian

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘By the Gods, get out of sight! Should the guard see you, or maybe worse, Steldenn himself, you might well find yourself haunting these walls forevermore! Hide yourself, in this [form] I cannot aid you!’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Unless of course you like excessive quantities of fur and a somewhat unpleasant odor. Those abound, more’s the pity, as well you might see. I ask you, which is worse: [temptation] into crime or merely [getting caught] in the act?’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘It’s like I always say, be as bad as you like but make sure that no one is watching! Especially if the one that is watching happens to be the Lord High Emperor.’ He wrinkles a rather gummy snout in distaste and flicks one of his ears. ‘How was I to know? If a man leaves his [chamber] unlocked, then what more is to be expected than a few welcome guests?’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Carandril has everything. His Imperial Army maintain his lands across the Faydark, his rule is virtually unchallenged, his people prosper and he has more wives than there are days of the week!’ A gruff sound escapes his ursine throat which you assume to be laughter. ‘In me, he had a trusted [friend]!”

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Well, maybe I wasn’t quite his friend, but a gentleman’s butler is second only to his best companion, so they say. So I was! Off on one of his many hunts, he was. Forbidden to the enter that chamber, I may have been, but that light. . . that golden light!’ His snout is close to your face now, and a breath carrying the foul odor of putrid meat causes your eyes to water. ‘I had to look. What a [sight].’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘On his last “crusade”, it appears that the dear Emperor took his best spoil yet, the living soul of a [Dreamspinner]!’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Oh come now, don’t play the ignorant one. Who hasn’t heard of the Dreamspinners, that can see directly into the mind, even those of we Tunare’s Children? Carandril somehow had the living essence of such a creature, separated from its hideous form and kept in captivity within a sealed jar in his inner chamber! Remarkable. You’ll know of the [legend], of course.’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Aye! The legend! The Dreamspinners consider it the most unspeakable crime amongst their kind to allow themselves to be taken into captivity, so the old myths go. Should such an unthinkable event ever occur, the spirit of that poor damned Dreamspinner is rendered up to the Justice of the [Six].’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘The Judges of all Judges! The Six! It is they that mete out the final judgements upon we mortals. Even the spirit of poor Xenioth. His only crime was to be seized by the grasping clutches of our dear Emperor!’ That throaty sound of amusement escapes him once more, and another wave of putrid breath assails your nostrils. I [talked] with him some, you know.’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Well, I say talked. It’s hard to hold a conversation with a disembodied spirit. The Dreamspinners have that special way of getting into your thoughts, so they do. We chatted quite comfortably for nearly an hour inside my head, to and fro, back and forth. It seems that Carandril caught him off-guard, and his sorcerers stripped his form from his spirit, sealing him into the jar in which I found him. I suppose that busybody Edril put him up to it. Well, I couldn’t resist. I set him [free].’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘So I did! Smashed the jar upon the boards of the floor, and Xenioth was free! I was always the one that bought the caged birds at the market, just for the purpose of setting them free. Life is too beautiful to spend it caged, they always say. I heard his voice in my thoughts one last time before his spirit vanished, so I did: “The Endless thanks you”. Thanks indeed! I only hope he isn’t caught for his crime. I wish that I could say the same for myself, you can see my [fate] with your own eyes.’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘Our noble Emperor caught me with the jar smashed at my feet and a look of shame upon my face. I’m not a coward, mind you; I came clean. Much good as it did me.’ A small quantity of drool escapes his maw. ‘He used his Tunarean glamors to trap me in this cursed form you see before you. So high and mighty, his time will come! Here I am, at least, in a place that’s slightly more fair. At least here I can look forward to actual justice. . .’ He turns and gives you a view of his ample posterior. You realise that the conversation is at an end.’

Numeinastel says, in Elder Elvish, ‘It’s like I always say, be as bad as you like but make sure that no one is watching! Especially if the one that is watching happens to be the Lord High Emperor.’ He wrinkles a rather gummy snout in distaste and flicks one of his ears. ‘How was I to know? If a man leaves his [chamber] unlocked, then what more is to be expected than a few welcome guests?’

Name: Councilor Vaylaz
Found: Kos Wing Bottom
Race: Undead Froglok
Language: Froglok
You say, ‘Hail, Councilor Vaylaz’
Councilor Vaylaz says,in Froglok, ‘Frroooaaakkk!’ He jumps up upon his hind legs and stares at you with empty sockets. ‘Frooooaaakkk! Risen are we! [Risen]!’
You say, ‘who has risen’
Councilor Vaylaz says,in Froglok, ‘That fool Drazl has opened the Gate and now we return from our graves, we the fallen! Slain in battle for a war that we did not wish for! Revenge is ours! Now that the Gate is open, more and more of we restless ancients return to settle our score with the King! Even Lord Gryzle returns, it is said! Against the living kin we fight! End up here we may, but for revenge I would give infinitely more!’ His decaying voice cackles with glee. ‘Frrroooaaakkk!’

Name: Georr Kul’Daar
Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Goblin
Language Suspected: Goblin

Georr Kul`Daar says, in Goblin, ‘What in the Dark Stars is this that stands before Chief Georr of the Kul`Daar? What strangeness, it walks on two legs like a jollytot. . . all upright and flimsy-looking.’ Georr looks you up and down, taking you in with eyes that show a ruthless intelligence. ‘[Ankexfen] maybe?’

Georr Kul`Daar says, in Goblin, ‘Yes! Yes! I knew it was so, you fit the descriptions!’ He cackles gleefully, as if he has struck gold. ‘Forbidden knowledge, it is. . . blasted from our memories after The Scattering. Some of us still remember, fragments! Fragments, but when sewn together. . ..’ He jumps up and down in excitement. ‘So you are! Worth being thrown here it is, to see that it is true! TRUE! So I knew it to be and have been proven!’

Name: Zemlan Blackfang
Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Gnoll
Language Suspected: Gnoll

Name: Advisor Vyanz
Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Evil Eye
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Advisor Vyenz’
The dark touches you, touches you. Your soul, touched by Dark Clouds, Faldaine. Dark Clouds. The Master will have you yet, yet will you be had. Open your eyes, Faldaine. Open your eyes and look deep into my gaze. Repeat after me, after me. . . “Advisor, my will is thine”
You say, ‘advisor, my will is thine’
Good. . . good, %#1474. Deep into my gaze, deeper you fall. Falling, falling. . . letting yourself fall, and fall, and fall. I will speak now, and you will hear me, Faldaine. Hear me and repeat. Repeat, and gaze into me.. always gaze.. “I hear you master”
You say, ‘i hear you master’
I obey you master
You say, ‘i obey you master’
I shall draw my weapon
You say, ‘i shall draw my weapon’
I shall open the door
You say, ‘i shall open the door’
I shall call the guard
You say, ‘i shall call the guard’
I shall strike the guard with my weapon
[ You say, ‘i shall strike the guard with my weapon’
I shall draw the guard away
You say, ‘i shall draw the guard away’
You say, ‘i shall die for your escape – hey whats another death anyway’
Remember my words, %#1474. Remember. You will awaken soon, when I blink. When I blink, you shall awaken and follow my commands, they are the commands which your life’s duty will fulfill. You will fulfill. Now, %#1474. . . AWAKEN!
You say, ‘well ill do that but my 1/25 weapon wont kill much, it takes me 2 minutes to kill ‘a black wolf’ in a newbie zone with it ‘

Name: Brugga
Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Orc
Language Suspected: Orcish

You say, ‘Hail, Brugga’
Brugga says, in Orcish, ‘Ragh!’ His eyes you with pure hatred. ‘Indigo, my dark bowels. . . treachery it is, treachery against the clan. Gharol paid! Paid for it!’ He shows you his hands and grins maliciously. ‘Paid, he did!’
You say, ‘What rare disease?’
Brugga snorts. ‘You have someone that needs killing, or someone that needs saving? It not matter to Brugga, but you smell of a hero, so Brugga think there someone need saving. Well Brugga have time, so you give Brugga the disease and Brugga see.’
Brugga dips his finger into the flask and tastes the liquid, ‘Hmm, someone start work on this already and it still vile. This nothing that Brugga have trouble to cure, we just need stronger toxins to drive this one back. Brugga need a gnome made crawlerpoison, a venom sack from the Terror Matriarch, and the stinger from a Nettling Wraith, Brugga make you a cure.’
Brugga says, in Orcish, ‘Yes, Brugga work with this.’ Brugga chants and makes strange gestures while mixing the objects in his mortar and pestle. ‘Ok, Brugga finished now. You have your cure, give cure with the bile and that will heal. You go now, Brugga done talking.’

Name: Komazz

Found: Kos Wing Middle
Race: Drake
Language Suspected: Dragon
Notes: This mob will not respond to Elder Dragon.

Name: Quillon and Guardian Ionew
Found: Kos Wing Top
Race: Gargoyle
Language: Common
You say, ‘Hail, Quillon’
Quillon remains stiff and lifeless in its posture. The gargoyle creature’s eyes suddenly catch you off-guard as they open to look upon you. Hate and spite is draped over you by the crimson orbs of the gargoyle’s gaze. Without a word or sound, the creature returns to its lifeless stance, ignoring your presence further.

You say, ‘Hail, Guardian Ionew’
Guardian Ionew does not seem to budge or take notice of your presence. The gargoyle remains still and absolute in its poise, ignoring your presence and voice entirely. You notice the shackles bound to its limbs, binding them together by a two-foot length of chain. The creature is a prisoner, but is inanimate. A brief sense of intrigue, curiosity, and a slight fear fills you as you realize that not only those who hold spirits are subject to the Tribunal’s judgment.

Name: Archpriest Del`Maque

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Hmmm.’ He motions to his two followers to be still. ‘This one will not trouble us, I think.’ He turns to face you. The years have not been kind to his ancient face, but his age does not bring weakness. He eyes you with a fierce gaze. ‘From the expression on its face, it doesn’t even seem to [understand] what I’m saying.’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘What!’ He grins a malicious smile, his yellowing tongue flicking out across his teeth. ‘Perhaps ye’re not so ignorant, after all. What brings ye here? ‘Tis usually only the damned guards that I see, bringing me that vermin-feed that they call nourishment. Even the [Mistress] provided better than this.’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Fool. . .’ He sniggers to himself. ‘Well, that’s what she called herself, the silly wench. Trying to build herself a little city of her own, what arrogance. . . ‘ From the folds of his thick robes, he reveals a small crystal sphere. ‘Nothing that the [eyes] of Del`Maque cannot see, ye ken.”

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘The eyes of the dead are everywhere, and with the correct devices and words. . . ‘ He passes his hand over the sphere and clouds appear within, as if a fog had suddenly awoken. He looks at you with ancient, lidded eyes that glitter with amusement. ‘Try to set up her own little city. . . right in the mountains, so she did. All the terrain of the Lavastorm Mountains itself couldn’t halt the advance of the angry King. I wonder how the King [found out]. . .”

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Guess!’ He grins. ‘How do ye think? ‘Tis a foolish woman indeed that trusts the heart of Del`Maque. I do hope that her downfall was not too.. crushing.’ He laughs quietly. ‘Of course, treachery to a witch is strictly against the letter of the law, ye ken. I don’t doubt that any reasonable judge with absolve me of all guilt. If thy witch is a traitor, how else can ye act?’ He replaces the sphere within his robes. ‘Poor, dearest, Najena. . .’

Name: Yventa Va`Ssula


Yventa Va`Ssula flicks her reptilian tongue at you as she glares at you in utter contempt. Her voice spills forward in a whispered hiss, ‘What purpose have you here among us, free one? Do you find yourself pleased by the misery of the degenerate beings this place hosts? Or perhaps you are a bard and wish to spread the tales of our treachery as a lesson to the innocent? You know nothing if that is your wish here, for not all of us are victims of conscious convictions. Some, like myself, are held because of who we are in the innermost depths of our spirits — something that we cannot help or change. We are condemned for that which we could not control in our lives. That is the true element of my fate here. If you do not understand or accept this, then perhaps you should speak with us and hear our tales. Learn before you base assumptions upon ignorance.’

Yventa Va`Ssula hisses again, her tongue flicking in the insipid air of her cell in swift reaction to your question, ‘You wish to hear my tale? You wish to know why I am a prisoner of this eternal, cosmic jailhouse? Well, then sit down and keep your ears focused and heart steady — for the tale I tell you does not thirst for your pity, just your understanding as to the true purpose of this place.’

Yventa Va`Ssula says ”The Tribunal will judge any and all beings who have committed crimes so vile that their own people cannot deliver proper justice. As a member of the Empire of Ik, my being here is something to be respected, for I upheld my true self to the end and hold no regrets for it. I defied my empire in a way that so few were ever capable — for I defied it not out of a yearning for rebellion or a hatred for my leaders, but my existence was destined for this fate.”

Yventa Va`Ssula says ‘In my years upon Norrath, I served as one of several hand-maidens to Drusilla Sathir, our Empress and governess of the eastern lands of Kunark. As well as being her guardian, I was her faithful and devoted servant from birth. The spirits deemed this life to be the one forged for my spirit. I was raised by the elder maidens of our mistress and taught from the beginning how to properly serve and devote my life and existence to her. We were all thoroughly educated in the practical arts of our people and each given the training in a specific martial role. I was trained in the ways of the shadowknight, for the spirits had forged me strong and true in both body and conviction. In this fashion, I would serve as both servant and guardian to my mistress. It was a good life, one that I pledged every fiber of my being to fulfill. It is a cruel twist of fate regarding what consequences would later befall me.”

Yventa Va`Ssula says ‘I despised my mistress. I cursed her secretly, for I believed that she disabled me from being something greater than a mere servant. I was one of the best swordsmen in the whole of the empire at that time and my instructor knew this. His hands were tied, for he had told me in secret that it was unfortunate and cruel trickery of the spirits to have placed such a strong and skillful warrior in the binds of servitude. He was a general, one of many appointed by Sathir himself to defend the empire’s greatness in conquest of the continent. From that moment on, I hated my mistress in the deepest recesses of my being. I had prayed to The Faceless in secret, pleading for the chance to prove myself above this station and ascend to what I believed my proper calling to be — a general beside Venril Sathir in the great legions of Ik. My prayers would be answered, though the consequence of my exploiting of the opportunity would be far beyond my most fearsome nightmares.”

Yventa Va`Ssula says ‘My mistress would leave us on holiday to the capital of Sebilis. Only twenty of her guardians accompanied her on the venture, for the rest were commanded to remain behind and guard her personal dwellings. Whilst she was away, we were attacked by a legion of Sarnak who knew the mistress — whom the entire realm feared — was gone. We defended the home fiercely and were victorious in the end. Three Sarnak escaped us and I pursued despite the calling of my superiors. Four days later, in the Burning Wood, I caught them. We engaged in battle and two of them fell to my blade. The other fled, but not far for I shot him with a poisoned arrow and watched him die over the course of five hours. When his final breath was exhausted, a vision flooded my mind.”

Yventa Va`Ssula says ‘The vision was one of blood and chaos amidst a cloud of dust and battle. Within stood a mirror and upon one side was the reflection of Iksarian might with the victory over a mighty legion of dragons. Within it, I carried a battle-worn blade and the flag of our empire, raised high in triumph. The other was one ruin and devastation and my face was nowhere to be seen. I knew the vision was one delivered to me by The Faceless — that I would be key to the fate of the Empire of Ik and that my purpose was beyond that of a mere handmaiden. I ventured them to Karnor’s castle, where I knew my mentor to be stationed. There, I confided in him the vision that I had received. He placed me before a seer — a high shaman in the scaled mystics who had given visions to Sathir himself upon occasion. What he saw then would change the course of my life.”

Yventa Va`Ssula says ‘The seer saw nothing — merely the delusions of a disenchanted handmaiden who sought greater fortune and purpose in the world. The spirits were final, he said, and their need of me was absolute in my current station. I was ordered to return to Drusilla’s side, where she would deem the proper punishment for my disobedience of her orders. My escort and I reached the wilds of the Frontier Mountains. It was there that I slew him, forever altering my course from one of potential greatness to this — a prisoner. I had shaved the scales from my face and wore a mask always to conceal the scars. I donned the colors and armor of the empire’s legions in secret for many years. It was when my skills were recognized by my mentor upon the Field of Bone that I was found out. Branded a traitor by the seers for straying from my destined course, I was ritualistically disemboweled and my spirit condemned. The Tribunal would judge me in the hereafter and this is what my fate would be.”

The Story of Edril

Of Carandril’s death and Edril’s journey to Antonica:

At the age of 450, Carandril became deathly ill. The emperor fought death for more then a year before his passing into the next realm. High elves and wood elves crowded the busy streets of Felwithe for a full day to witness the funeral procession, and Edril was saddened greatly by the loss of his mentor and friend. As per elven tradition, when Carandril passed away a new emperor was chosen by the council and the new emperor, after being crowned, chose a new head for the imperial army. Edril was awarded estates in the surrounding imperial lands, a hero’s send off, and a large amount of gold coins for his retirement wealth. Nobody, however, expected Edril ever to lay his sword to rest. “He has the blood of a hero,” emperor Carandril used to say, “try as you might, you could never keep Edril from the adventure.” Thinking there was nothing left for him in the empire of the elves, Edril gathered what wealth was given to him and set sail for the far-off human lands of Antonica.

Arriving in the city of Freeport, Edril was recognized as a wealthy elf only. His name was unknown to these western lands, but that quickly changed. Edril became almost instantly renowned in the Freeport area for his fighting prowess, as he helped many of the villages along Lake Neriuss against the raider Zellain and his band of dark elves. His real fame, however, came as a desert fighter. Edril held a chief role in defending an outpost in the Kithicor woods against a large goblin attack, and it was during this battle that Edril became infatuated by the deserts of Antonica. Whether it was because they were so foreign to him or whether he loved the danger, Edril spent most of his remaining time on Antonica wandering it’s deserts, from the eastern desert of Ro all the way to the dead hills in the west and the plains of Karana. His most noteworthy exploits in these areas included capturing Ragoth the sand giant and his “dust marauders” in the desert of Ro as well as flushing out an entire nest of frogloks around lake Rathetear. He soon was recognized back in Felwithe as a remarkable cataloguer of strange creatures, as he would write notes about all his adversaries and send them to the imperial library. As he made his way to Qeynos, he even fell in love with an erudite female mage named Almaril and they were wed.

Of Almaril and Zisstrik the insane:

For a time in Qeynos Edril forgot about adventure or Carandril or his home back with the elves. He loved Almaril deeply and she took him back and forth from Erudin to Antonica, teaching him everything he wished to know. He was as much interested in her crude but powerful magic as she was his graceful fighting styles. For the first time in a long time Edril was satisfied and happy, and to the astonishment of all it seemed that the elven warrior would actually settle down in Qeynos with his wife forever. But fate moves unpredictably and Edril was called into service once more.

An old merchant noble from Freeport, a long time friend of Edril, sent him a letter detailing the problems he was having with a band of local trollish thieves. The thieves, however, were not everyday thugs. Goods from merchant caravans had increasingly been stolen to fund for a splinter trollish army somewhere in the desert of Ro. The army, whom the kingdom of Grobb wanted destroyed very much, was lead by an obnoxious would-be-preacher troll named Zisstrik the insane, who lead his band of trolls on what he called a “religious crusade.” Edril agreed to help with the problem. The troll bandits were easily found and easily dispensed with, but more important was what Edril learned during the hunt. Zisstrik spoke at length, before he was killed, about the troll dragon-god Trakanon and how the dragon told Zisstrik in his dreams to steal and kill the local human merchants who “pollute the desert and the swamps with their presence.” Edril dismissed most of what the troll said as crazy dribble, but he became increasingly interested in the tale of Trakanon. In return for the destruction of the splinter army, Edril only wished in payment that he be allowed to speak with the shamans of Grobb about the great dragon. The trolls, however bitter and tentative, agreed.

Of Edril’s research and his quest for Kunark:

The elven warrior was immediately in love with the story of the troll heritage. He was fascinated by the idea of dozens of glorious armies dessimating eachother because of hunger and confusion, fascinated by the imagery of the far off and blasted land of Kunark, but even more fascinated by the character of Trakanon, a powerful being once a god to the trolls and only seen by a single chief. He immediately thought Trakanon was evil both for what he did to the trolls and because of what Edril knew about all dragons. The elf silently vowed to make the hunt for Trakanon his final and most glorious quest. Utilizing ancient trollish texts and learning what he could, Edril soon had plotted a course to and over Kunark. Almaril protested greatly and called Edril crazy for trying to carry out such a silly fantasy, but the elf couldn’t resist the pull of perhaps the greatest adventure he would ever have.

Leaving his wife sobbing behind him on the docksides of Freeport, Edril set sail for several weeks before arriving at what he hoped was the lost continent of Kunark. Frightened by the horrible site of the field of bone before them, the crew of Edril’s ship told the warrior they would remain on the coastline until his safe return. Packing what he needed for a long and arduous journey, Edril made his way alone across the dead fields of the ancient trollish homeland until he the jagged cliffs of Trakanon’s Teeth. What happened next no one knows for sure, as Edril was careful not even to divulge it to his wife before his death, but it is rumored Edril had to escape many clever traps and fight through several horrendous challenges before reaching the throne of the great beast. Even then, he did not kill Trakanon because what the dragon had to tell him was of far greater importance then any quest. Herein lies the complete text of Trakanon’s prophecy, as Edril himself never forgot the words of the great beast and later told his wife in order that the whole of Norrath may read the message:

Of Trakanon’s prophecy, excerpt from “The Book of Edril” by Edril’s late wife Almaril:

The great dragon looked on Edril as a father on his son and smiled widely. “So,” Trakanon spoke in a voice that shook the very ground, “at last you have come.” Edril, great among the elves, felt himself begin to tremble as he stared deep into the dragon’s fiery eyes. “You have no reason to fear me, warrior, even though you have come here to kill me. But I doubt that even you could perform such a task. You see, child, I was born before the stars were made, before the foundation of this world was ripped by Veeshan’s claw, and before the gods gave birth to the elder races. I have been and always will be the eternal mystery between life and death and gods and man.” With that said, Edril bowed his head in awe and somehow knew the great beast spoke the truth. “And yet,” the dragon continued, “I am but a watcher. For while I claim this world as my own I am forbidden by laws forged millenia ago to change it’s course. It is the curse of all my kind: to love a world so much and to have to watch it die. Take heed, warrior, because Norrath’s death is fast approaching.” Edril lifted his head, his eyes wide in a look of shock and fear. The dragon simply nodded. “Yes, Edril, Norrath’s fate was decided long ago, or so the gods think. But the visions of your gods are often warped by their own vanity and selfishness, the future is never set, and the elder races may yet prove them wrong. The gods made you all as a means to an end in their struggle and as the wars of the elder races escalate, so shall the gods descend from their planes of existence and make the whole of Norrath suffer. But there are those among the races untouched by the taint of immortals whom I have chosen as the saviors of man.” Trakanon then stabbed deep into the ground with his left claw and ripped the bottom of his cave dwelling asunder with one powerful stroke of his arm. Edril looked over the sides of the newly formed chasms and noticed the walls glowing a bright red. A face began to form from the blackness deep within the cracks, and Edril could clearly make out the aging face of an old man. The face had sad eyes, gaunt cheeks, and long silvery hair. “His name is Miragul,” said the dragon, “a human mage, gifted in all talents of magic and able to bend the laws of life and death to his will. He exists now as an empty shell, wandering his tombs filled with powerful magics.” The next face that formed was that of a troll, but surprisingly it was a noble and proud visage. Scars ran from both eyes down to the troll’s mouth, and the troll’s eyes were strong and unwavering. “He was called Nalikor. He was the troll first to enter my kingdom and find me. He ended centuries of brutal war, was greatest among his soldiers, and was able to lead his people from death and starvation to a powerful kingdom.” The dragon then turned his eyes to Edril. “You, elf, are my third chosen. You are Edril the warrior, a brilliant soldier and great hero. Death haunts you at every turn but you are always able to overcome your obstacles. You are a deadly fighter, a wanderer of Norrath, and a lord among elves. And now I award you with a much bigger destiny.” Trakanon spoke deep in a language Edril couldn’t understand, and suddenly a small pendant flashed into existence around Edril’s neck. “To Miragul I revealed the existence of artifacts that would enhance his powers in the arcane arts. To Nalikor I awarded a flaming sword to enhance his warrior prowess. To you I give this: a small pendant that will allow you to talk with me always. But it does much more. My strength is finite, Edril, and already my powers begin to weaken. Soon either the gods or the elder races will find the means to my destruction, and when that happens then the final war for Norrath shall be waged. But when I die, before I leave for the afterlife, I will impart my power to the bearer of this pendant, and he shall have all the wisdom and the strength of the most ancient of creatures.” Trakanon then laid his serpent-like head on the floor of his cave. “That time is fast approaching. Here is my prophecy, young one. Everything I say now shall soon come to pass. When the wars of the elder races begin to come to fruition, the gods shall take notice and plan for their coming into the world. Then, on the third day of the third season, in the dark of the night on all the continents of the elder races, shall be reborn my chosen in the bodies of other men, representing all of the three virtues: good, evil, and the gray neutral between them both. They will arise to the call of a fourth chosen, great among them, who will collect my gifts unto himself: the magic enhancements of Miragul, the flaming sword of Nalikor, and your dragon pendant. The peoples of Norrath will revere this one as Trakanon’s chosen, and he will watch the whole world burn.”

Of Edril’s last days:

When he returned home he was changed forever. With his greatest achievment completed, Edril the warrior, feared of the orcan clans, slayer of the plague dragon of Akanon, first soldier of the empire, and desert wanderer of Norrath, hung his sword to rest forever. He lived many happy years in the arms of Almaril, his wife, and they even gave birth to a son, something no one thought possible between a erudite and elf. But whether it was fate’s choice to test Edril one last time or because erudites were enough “non-human” so procreation was near impossible, Edril’s son was taken by disease at an early age. The event crushed the indomitable elf and at the age of 405 the warrior passed away. “No spear or sword or arrow, fang, claw, or spell could ever hope of killing the elf known as Edril,” recounted Biddyn at the funeral of his friend, “but for a father, the death of an only child is the worst poison the world can give.” The lord of Qeynos thought it best to send his body back to the elven empire and there gathered a very ecclectic funeral procession: Merchant friends from Freeport and Qeynos, human lords of Antonica, almost the entire gnomish population, and even troll shamans from Grobb to bear witness to the last warrior to ever lay eyes on Trakanon. Some said the dark elves were also present, spying on the funeral from the shadows just to make sure Edril had actually lost the battle with death. Dozens of elven trumpets sounded his passing and his casket was floated over the top of the Elizerain Lake to sink into it’s depths forever, an honor normally reserved only for the emperors. It is written that even now, at the bottom of the lake in that same casket, the dragon pendant of Trakanon waits, grasped tightly in Edril’s cold, dead fingers.

The Crusade of 1312 A.G.

Source (in game book):

“The Crusades of 1312 This was the time of the scattered and defeated Iksar empire. The great dragon, Trakanon and his allies of scale had left the empire in rubble and our people were divided yet again. The once grand city of Sebilis was claimed by the one who decimated it.

The remaining Iksar were scattered among the outlands of Kunark. Their places of refuge were now the dwellings of dark denizens. In the wilds a few castes came to unite. One of these was the remnants of the Crusaders of Greenmist. They were led by a powerful shadowknight named Rok Nilok. The army of shadowknights numbered in the hundreds. Within their ranks were a few mystics and legionnaires. The tribe named itself after their leader, The Crusaders of Rok Nilok, and they would purge the lands of Kunark.

The Crusaders burned across the Dreadlands and death came quickly to those who dared stand in their way. They slew many giants and many goblins. There would be no prisoners or slaves. The empire shall be rebuilt by the hands of the Iksar. All others shall perish.

Karnor’s Castle was the first major objective of the Crusaders. It had been taken over by a goblin clan. The goblins would soon find themselves under siege. For twenty days they held ground until the Crusaders chose to assault as a band of goblin deserters fled. A swift battle ensued and the castle was reclaimed.

The Crusaders then set their sights on the city of Cabilis. While the march was designed Rok Nilok discovered something very evil. Nothing is known of his discovery. No record exists of its evil. All that is known is that Rok Nilok made a pact and soon shall suffer for it.

During the battle for Cabilis a strange rain fell which shrunk them to the size of dolls and their heads were set aflame. Nilok’s head burned red and the goblins squashed the would be emperor and his minions. “