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Deputy Mayor Hibbits Drops By...

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1584
Author: CANNEL
Date: 10/18/2017 11:15 PM EDT
Subject: Deputy Mayor Hibbits Drops By...

Leyan, day 18 of the month Jastatos in the year 5117
21:15 Elven Time

This evening at the end of White Haven's Service Night, self-proclaimed Deputy Mayor Hibbits dropped by. He seemed extremely on edge, and dropped lots of vague hints. He alluded to a possible problem with the current mayor, saying at one point that she hadn't been seen in 'years and years', and hinted that there might be a reason for that. He also seemed extremely concerned with the snow that's been falling lately. He ranted a few different times about how there was 'Sorcery in the air', and how we needed to band together. He specifically called on Icemule's Citizens to stand ready 'for anything', but wouldn't provide any further details. He stated he would tell us more when he could, then began to fret that he had stayed too long, and should have already been back... then got sucked into a sudden void and disappeared.

-Oubar, Originator of House White Haven

(OOC Note: SO thrilled to have some sort of Icemule storyline! Thank you to whichever GM is behind this!)

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1587
Author: PEREGRINEFALCON
Date: 10/19/2017 12:05 AM EDT
Subject: Re: Deputy Mayor Hibbits Drops By...

Here is my poorly edited log of the event. It's late but I wanted to give people the opportunity to see what was said if they so desire...

-- Robert aka Faulkil


Hefty Hibbits just arrived.

>look hibb
You see Hefty Hibbits.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is indescribably short and has stubby arms and legs. He appears to be in his second childhood. He has close-set grey eyes and alabaster skin. He has closely shaved, spiky peppered hair with long, dull red sideburns. He has an oval face, a broad nose and a short unkempt dull red beard. He has a pronounced pot belly.
He has a light sephwir pipe clenched between his teeth.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a brushed blue felt hat, a pair of soft rabbit fur earmuffs, a fraying red and ivory cameline scarf, a crumb-covered beige canvas pack, several tight-fitting tunics of various furs and leathers, a coil of braided jute rope, a chipped dark iron bucket, some grey wool pants tearing at the seams, and a pair of thick blue fur boots attached to large snowshoes.

Niadja waves to Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "Welcome to service night!"

Hibbits looks around meticulously, scrutinizing each detail as an inspector would.

>Hibbits exclaims, "What's the meaning of this gathering?!"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "This is White Haven House, it's service night tonight! We're offerin' free services for anybody in need."
>Niadja smiles.

>Hibbits says, "Sounds like evil at play. A room of magicians, with all that has befallen lately..."

>Hibbits stomps around the courtyard, scanning each nook and cranny.

>Maylan glances at Hibbits.
>Brokkrsten squints at Hibbits.

>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, "We're not all magicians..."
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, "Some of us are hedgewizards."

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "We have a strict no-evil policy here at White Haven."
>Niadja nods.

Hibbits says, "I'm not even sure what that is, but it sounds like a problem."

>Hibbits exclaims, "And all this snow!! Which of you has been conjuring that?!"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We pride ourselves on avoiding problems, actually."

Speaking to Hibbits, you say, "It IS winter."
Hibbits scoffs at you.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Have you ever been to this town before?"

Speaking to Hibbits, you exclaim, "Really!"

Speaking to you, Hibbits exclaims, "It's always winter!"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "It snows all the time."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten says, "Been snowin' fer a while. Does that a lot here..."

>Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits asks, "I'm unofficial Deputy Mayor! Have YOU ever been here?"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Did Nihala elect you?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "Did Nihala appoint you?"
>Kotin begins chuckling at Hibbits!
>The voice of Nicolao murmurs, "Unofficial, hmm."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "How can you be unofficial Deputy Mayor without recognizing an officer of your finest local institution?"

Hibbits says, "I am not permitted to discuss the mayor. You'll have to take those matters up with the Council. The situation is... rather confidential."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Are you one of those crazy banditos who tried takin' over the town awhile back?"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "So you are concerned with this snow? It appears normal to me. Some yellow snow here and there, but that can't be helped. I had a lot to drink last night, afterall."

>Hibbits snorts!

>Oubar ponders.

>Snowflakes drift to the ground.
>Kotin agrees with Maylan.
>Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits exclaims, "Do I look like a bandit to you!"
>Hibbits stamps his feet.
>Kotin glances at Hibbits.

>Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits says, "I'm concerned with the sorcery that I feel brewing."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "The bucket and the rope is sorta makin' me wonder."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "There's no more sorcery here than usual, so far as I can tell."
You say, "Sorcery? It's SNOW."


>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Have you attempted to locate the source of this....sorcery?"

>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, "Bandits has sorcery... theys removing my magics."


Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Perhaps you're overreacting a bit?"

>Niadja offers Hibbits a winterberry red ale.
>Oubar agrees with Niadja.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "Have some ale!"
>Hibbits says, "You're not as in tune with the town as you think."

>Hibbits groans.

>Hibbits accepts Niadja's red ale.
>Speaking to Hibbits, you say, "BEST ALE in all Icemule."

>Niadja agrees with you.
>Hibbits sniffs at his red ale.
>Snowflakes flutter to the ground.

>Brokkrsten nods in agreement to you.

>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.

>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.

>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.


Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "If you're this put off by snow, perhaps it's you who's not as in tune as you think?"


>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Excuse me sir, no one is more in tune with Icemule than White Haven."
>Frumpous gasps.
>Maylan snorts!


>Kotin scrapes around and gathers up a handful of snow.
>Kotin rolls a handful of snow around in his hands until it is perfectly rounded.
>Kotin winds up and hurls a perfectly rounded snowball toward Hibbits. At the last moment Hibbits tries to dodge the rounded snowball but ends up sticking his face right in its path. That had to hurt!

>Hibbits roars, "FINE! Don't head my warning!"

>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, "Snow seems fine to me."
>You hear someone chuckling.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "What was the warnin' again?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Do you have any evidence of this sorcery?"
Speaking to Hibbits, you ask, "What warning? Scary snow is here?"

>Hibbits exclaims, "But changes are afoot and I can feel them beneath these snowshoes... The ground cries out!"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, "An.... what was that warnin?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Ah missed it with alla flailin' 'n talkin'."


Hibbits coaxes, "You citizens there, you'd better band together now. I can tell you that."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Are you a shaman of the land?"
Speaking to Hibbits, you exclaim, "Icemule always does!"

You agree with Hibbits.


Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Gladly. but against what and where?"

>Hibbits asks, "Any citizens in this courtyard?"

You say, "It's one of the things I love about here."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "In point of fact... it's snow. It happens, especially at this time of year. You'll need something more concrete than that."
>Bilfords says, "All Icemuyle citizens are banded together, it's how we survive."
>Maylan exclaims, "Lemme at em lemme at em!"
>Bilfords nods once at Hibbits.

You raise your hand.
Speaking heartily to Richheal, Kotin says, "Make the gap tigher than Hibbet's toes."
>The voice of Nicolao says, "Banding together is something that we do here. Rather well, I feel."
>Niadja raises her hand.


>Oubar says, "I'm a proud citizen of Icemule... it's what drew me to Ice Haven in the first place."


>Hibbits removes an opaline snowball pin from in his beige canvas pack.


Speaking to Hibbits, you say, "There's always friendly citizens around here."
You grin at Hibbits.


>Speaking to Bilfords, Hibbits asks, "Got one of these?"


Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "What is it?"
>Bilfords cocks his head at Hibbits.


>Hibbits offers Bilfords an opaline snowball pin.

Hibbits proceeds to setup a list for citizend to join and hands out Icemule citizen pins during the remaining encounter.


>Bilfords accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
>Bilfords beams happily at Hibbits!
>Hibbits says, "A citizenship pinp."
>Hibbits exclaims, "Pin, too!"
>Hibbits stamps his feet.

You turn to Hibbits and cheer!
>Oubar nods approvingly at Hibbits.


Hibbits exclaims, "Who else is a citizen?!"
>Hibbits exclaims, "Times like these call for us to band together!"


Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan exclaims, "Whoa! Watch where you're stamping! The whole ground shook!"


Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, "Can you make that happens? I works hard around here.. theys can tells ya."


>Hibbits exclaims, "If you're a citizen, join the list! Band together!"


>Joness glances at Hibbits, teeth chattering and rubbing his hands together for warmth.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia asks, "What do you think is wrong with the snow?"


>Speaking to Pookia, Hibbits exclaims, "That's the frustrating thing! I don't know!!"


>Speaking to Pookia, Hibbits exclaims, "I do know there's something wrong with the mayor--- erp, I've said too much!"

>Maylan gawks at Hibbits.
>Pookia ponders.
>Niadja glances at Hibbits.
>Oubar raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "What's wrong with Nihala?!"
>The voice of Nicolao asks, "What, was she kidnapped again?"
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, "I haven't seen the mayor in ages and ages."

>Hibbits asks, "Can citizens who want a pin join the list?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, "Does it LOOk wrong? or smell wrong? or what."

>Speaking to you, Hibbits whispers aloud, "There's a reason for that..."

>Hibbits screams, "NO MORE QUESTIONS!"

>Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Are you sure?"
>Bilfords begins chuckling at Hibbits!
>Niadja stares at Hibbits.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "We love our mayor 'n we're worried sick about her! You can't pretend ya know where she is and what's wron' with her and then not give details!"


>Niadja offers Hibbits a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Kumys tarts ... mmmm ...."

>Hibbits exclaims, "Ooh, a tart!"
Hibbits accepts Niadja's snowberry tart.

>Hibbits sniffs at his snowberry tart.

>Hibbits carefully places a kumys-glazed snowberry tart on the ground.
>Hibbits stomps on the tart until it is nothing but a stain in the snow.
>Joness gasps.


>Pookia's jaw drops.
>Joness squeaks oddly.
>Oubar blinks.
>Niadja's jaw drops.
>(Pookia tries to put the tart back together.)
>Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "Now you're going to tell us your a halfong that doesn't like tarts?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "I take it you're not a fan?"
>Hibbits says, "Hush, I'm concentrating."


>Hibbits exclaims, "Believe me or not... something is AFOOT!"
>Hibbits points at his thick blue fur boots.
>Speaking to Maylan, Bilfords says, "Master Tart Stomper."
>Joness wiggles his toes at Hibbits in a fanciful display of his well-groomed feet.
>The voice of Nicolao helpfully adds, "That's -unofficial- deputy something or other."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, "A foot just murdered that poor tart."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "It's UNDER yer foot. It's a tart. Or was."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Look mister, I'm still trying to figure out who you are. I didn't say anything about not believing you."

>Hibbits exclaims, "I'm the Unofficial Deputy Mayor and you can address your concerns with me later!"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "How do we get hold of ya ... later?"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "I've seen many strange things in my day and perhaps I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you need to tell us what you know."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "We can't help you if you aren't forthcoming with information."
>Hibbits asks, "What is wrong with her indeed?"
>Hibbits says, "She hasn't been seen in years upon years."
>Hibbits shrugs.


>Hibbits says, "I'm here doing her business, that's all you need to know for now."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "So ... she sent ya."
>Speaking to Brokkrsten, Hibbits exclaims, "Whitehaven is a nosy group!"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar repeats, "For now."
>Rioja grins at Hibbits.
>Bilfords laughs at Hibbits!
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "I think you mean we are a LIVELY group."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We're invested in this town."
>The royal penguin waves her stubby wings about.
>Pookia nods at Hibbits.
>Bilfords says, "Noisy yes..."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten exclaims, "Ayup. We are a loud bunch. But we're friendly, ta be sure!"
>Hibbits exclaims, "I am too! Why do you think I'm here!"
>Bilfords nods at Hibbits.
>Hibbits rages in frustration, seething.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Ah get that you're tryin' to warn us, 'n we appreciate that. But yer not bein' specific-like."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Without more information, none of us are really sure. You call for us to band together, and we're more than willing, but against WHAT?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "You say the snow is....strange. Do you have any thoughts as to the source of the strangeness?"

>Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie asks, "Can you give us some details?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Perhaps you could tell us what is wrong with the snow if you taste it."
>Hibbits rolls his eyes.
>Hibbits says, "If you think the taste is the problem, you need to look deeper."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Tell me where to look."
>Maylan cocks her head at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "It's frozen water... How much deeper can we look?"


>Hibbits says, "I'll tell you more as soon as I can."
Hibbits exclaims, "RIght now it's dangerous to assume... that's why I look for evidence!"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "We'll make sure the word gets spread."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Of WHAT?"
>Enestrie glances at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Well I am curious as to what you will present to us."
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We'd be happy to help search, if we knew what to look for."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Sure you don't want to taste it one more time?"

>look>Hibbits says, "Join together, filthy tart lovers..."

>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Ya don't like tarts? What kinda Halflin' are ya?"

>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "What do you need us to do, precisely? Just be ready, or is there something we can do to help?"

>Hibbits exclaims, "At this point, be ready for anything!"
>Speaking to Oubar, Niadja says, "We needa spread the word."

>Hibbits suddenly looks nervous and distracted.

>Hibbits says, "I need to get back before---"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, "Before?"
>Maylan raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.
>Niadja peers quizzically at Hibbits.
>Oubar squints at Hibbits.
>Speaking curiously to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Afore what?"
>Enestrie turns an inquisitive ear toward Hibbits.

Hibbits appears to be frozen in concentration.

>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "When can we look for you to check in again, and let us know how we can help?"
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I want to get the word out, so we can get as many as possible."

Hibbits says, "I've waited too late..."

>Hibbits says, "I should have been back before now."

>Hibbits asks, "Can't you feel that sorcery in the air?!?!?"

>Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.

>Hibbits screams!

>Hibbits is suddenly sucked into a void that rips open above him! With a loud pop, he is gone!
>Niadja ponders.
>Retaxis sniffs.
>Retaxis shakes his head.
>Oubar blinks.
>Maylan blinks.
>Niadja blinks.
>Pookia exclaims, "Well!"
>Maylan says, "Well then."
>Oubar says, "That...."
>Enestrie gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
You work your fingers under your floppy purple hat and scratch your head.

>Richheal says, "Um, Hibbits just vanished...."
>The royal penguin squawks.

From the Desk of the Mayor

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1606
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 11/05/2017 05:21 PM EST
Subject: From the Desk of the Mayor

From the Desk of the Mayor
Clovertooth Hall
Icemule Trace
5th Eoantos in the year 5117

Citizens of Icemule Trace:
In an attempt to address some of the rumors which have begun to spring up about town, please note the following: Mayor Nihala has been stricken with a curious and unknown malady that has made it impossible for her to continue her sworn duties at present. You may be aware that she has not been seen in public for some time, and I hasten to assure you that there is no need for concern. To that end I, the Deputy Mayor, will serve as Interim Mayor, effective immediately. Citizens should expect to see no change in the level of service from the Office of the Mayor, all town officials, and other civic services to which you have become accustomed. Citizens can, of course, address any concerns to me directly. Any problems which might arise will be handled with the same expediency as always.

Other items of note: Clovertooth Hall has received multiple requests for permits to build, improve upon, and enhance local facilities. I will advise the public if and when these projects are allowed to proceed. Additionally, Berrytoe has submitted plans to renovate the general store, and these plans have been approved. Thus, the general store will be closed for a short time in the coming days while these renovations take place.

Last, regarding any strange sightings during recent snowstorms or other oddities some citizens have reported seeing or hearing about town, I can assure you that we are keeping a close eye on things, and will deal with any anomalies with haste, just as we have always done.

Signed,
Hibbits Hoft
Interim Mayor of Icemule Trace

Icemule Trace Events Report - 11-10-17

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1620
Author: CANNEL
Date: 11/11/2017 09:38 AM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 11-10-17

Day of the Huntress, 10 Eoantos 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

It ended up being a rather... eventful evening. While going through my evening ablutions, I heard a din arise near the South Gate. I went to investigate the matter, and found a group of individuals beset by, of all things, wild foxes. These creatures had somehow bypassed the guard (who, shockingly, was actually AT his post for a change) and were trickling into town. We banded together quickly (as Icemule folk do) and made short work of them, but it wasn't long before there were more... well, I'll call them things. They were all vaguely familiar, but seemed to be altered versions of some of the known creatures around Elanthia. Our group, led by Azerik, trekked to each of the four gates in turn, beating back in the incursions. Over time, the weather itself seemed to be conspiring against us. While I do love a good snowstorm, it was honestly getting a little out of control. As the night got later, the creatures seemed to increase in power. Our group, though, made short work of them, and we had only a single casualty. I did manage to lose an arm, but a couple of healers had joined up, so it proved not to be a problem. About halfway through we recruited Roblar, which of course made us all breathe a little easier. Given that the threats seemed to be ever-increasing, it was a relief to have the Commander in our midst.

In the midst of all this, there appeared four orbs on pedestals... one each at the North and South gates, and a couple of steps both east and west from the center of town. These appear to be some sort of barely-contained energy, as they crackle and spit at random intervals. All attempts at interacting with them have failed to this point, and we tried just about everything. Nobody saw them arrive, they just sprang into being as far as we can tell. As we beat back the last of the invasion forces, all attention centered on these orbs. Naturally, speculation arose that Hibbits had something to do with the whole thing, but there seemed to be no proof... at least at first. While it's hardly proof positive, voices in the distance could be heard sporadically chanting Hibbits' name. There was some confusion among our group as to whether the voices were chanting in SUPPORT of the Interim Mayor, or if they were instead trying to track him down. The voices died down fairly quickly, however.

Once most of the excitement died down, Azerik shared some visions he experienced regarding the state of the town. They seemed quite appropriate, and rather timely. I'll transcribe them here, as I'm thinking about sharing this entry with the town.

The orbs remain, and we will see what the Lady sends us today. I know that the town will rally together... either with or against Hibbits. I remain unconvinced of his motives, but I am willing to wait and see, for now.

--
Transcription of Azerik's relating of his visions:

Come sit next to me for a moment and I may be able to tell a short story.

I looked into the past. Maybe the creators, maybe the towns. I saw danger. A situation unseen and hard to escape from without help.

For I look at the now I see a tower. Stuck by lightning. A feeble structure coming down to be rebuilt again.

The rebuilding will be done by two opposing forces and one person in control of those forces.

But that person must get past everyone's pre-judgement.

Or they will fail.

If they can break through there is a lot of positive energy that can be harness for their endeavor.

As the people asking the questions we must rally behind each other to overcome this challenge.

And the last vision is a vision of peace and victory.

We shall not fail in this task. We are the north, the cold, and we are hardened by it yet we are soft and caring. We will overcome all odds.



OOC Version: Last night we had a 'friendly' invasion. Necios was nice to us, and didn't push the "kill everything" button. We had fun, and the orbs are full of ambient messaging. Very mysterious, especially with the voices in the distance chanting Hibbits' name. I'm loving the activity in Icemule, and am looking forward to seeing where it goes.

-Oubar (Daniel)

From the Desk of the Mayor - 11-10-17

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1622
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 11/11/2017 03:35 PM EST
Subject: Re: Icemule Trace Events Report - 11-10-17

From the Desk of the Mayor
Clovertooth Hall
Icemule Trace
11th Eoantos in the year 5117

Citizens of Icemule Trace:

It has come to my attention that a slew of creatures with little regard for halfling lives made it past our town's defenses last night. I find this fairly disconcerting, as our town's walls have not been breached for at least a decade. You have my word that I will look into how this could have happened, and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There was also a report from one citizen that a gate guard was crying out about his lack of combat training, and inability to defend the gate. This is quite serious, and will be looked into. These guards hold our lives in their hands every day, and if they are truly unable to perform their duties, it's a travesty that must be rectified at once.

With regard to the rumors of voices chanting my name from the shadows last night, I can only assume they were shouting "Hibbits" in support of my efforts to lead this proud city forward despite Nihala's maladies. I am confused by these whisperings of "orbs of power" about town. I am aware of no such things. I wonder if those who speak of having seen them are suffering some kind of post-invasion trauma, or are otherwise imagining them.

I remain steadfast in my concern for the unprecedented amount of snowfall, unheard of even for our frigid mountain town, and I encourage us all to continue to remain vigilant, just as we were last night. Stay at the ready should we be required to come together again; trust that I will continue to be by your side defending our home as I was mere hours ago.

Last, though many have petitioned me for information, I have no updates on Mayor Nihala, but my assistants continue to report that they are tending to her needs.

I will address these and other issues during my upcoming appearance at Clovertooth Hall.

Signed,
Hibbits Hoft
Interim Mayor of Icemule Trace

Icemule Trace Events Report - 11-16-17

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1631
Author: CANNEL
Date: 11/16/2017 10:27 PM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 11-16-17

Niiman, 16 Eoantos 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

It really is interesting… I almost feel bad for the little halfling. He seemed half-terrified at times, but then interspersed with that were statements that were just patently untrue. He embellished the amount of time he’d been Deputy Mayor to an absurd degree (and kept changing it). He staunchly refuses to acknowledge the orbs, or even to go look for himself when urged. He has outlandish goals for the donation bins… yet he claims (quite believably) that he doesn’t want to be Mayor. It’s pretty clear that the job is weighing on him already, and he’d be happy to be rid of it. Makes you want to cheer for him and punch him all at the same time.

In an effort to spread the word, I’ll bullet-point Hibbits’ speech, as well as a few other things he mentioned throughout the course of the evening.

1)The invasion was unfortunate, and he will be speaking to the guards about upping their presence and training. He claimed to have been amongst us that night, fighting by our side, but I certainly didn't see him, and neither did anyone else that I can tell.

2)The snow is of great concern to him, for reasons he can’t quite articulate.

3)He has had his retainers scour the city, and found no evidence of “orbs”.

4)He is forming a group of citizens and non-citizens to be part of a council that will be focused on improving the town. (Codenamed ICICLE).

5)There are rumors of something awry in the penitentiary.

6)The General Store will be reopening tomorrow, as well as the locksmith, with updated inventory.

7)Nihala is under constant care, and is still deathly ill. Retainers care for her around the clock.

After his speech, he did add a few details:

1)He will be happy to arrange a chance for citizens to go and visit Nihala at her home, where she is being cared for. He will let us know when that is going to happen.

2)He doesn’t desire the Mayorship for himself. He was nervous throughout and was quite staunch that he wasn’t cut out for the job and didn’t want it. He snapped at a few individuals, and appeared quite uncomfortable throughout the process.

3)He’s got lots more plans for expanding the city, primarily based off of notes of Nihala’s that he’s found.
After this, he did some work for Citizens only inside the Hall, and distributed citizenship pins to those who didn’t already have one.

I’m reserving judgement to this point. On the one hand, he acts quite the fool, telling blatant lies that are easily disproved. He blusters and turns a deaf ear to things he doesn’t want to hear. He’s asking for donations of a truly absurd amount from the populace. And yet, he’s pushing improvements to the town through, he’s doing work for the citizens, he’s making himself available, and he seems genuine about his desire to NOT be in power. I don’t know what to make of him to this point, but I’ll continue to keep a close eye.

Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-2-2017

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1637
Author: CANNEL
Date: 12/03/2017 09:08 AM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-2-2017

Restday, 3 Eorgaen 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il’Prelay, Originator of White Haven

Last night was eventful, it would appear. Long after I had retired to the Lady’s embrace, apparently Hibbits made an appearance in Town Center. I was able to cobble together some of the occurrences thanks to the notes provided by Brokk, and am therefore able to put this record together.

The first thing of note… Hibbits’ appearance was changed somewhat. He appeared much more portly, and perhaps most starting: He had a pair of shadowy hands covering his eyes at all times. He seemed both unaware and unconcerned about this development, offhandedly commenting that he’d have someone look into it.
Secondly, this was the first time anyone could recall Hibbits being directly next to one of the strange occurrences around town (the orbs, the circle, etc). When it was pointed out to him that the circle was directly in front of him, he seemed perfectly willing to accept that this was the case, yet steadfastly claimed to be unable to see it for himself.

Hibbits did reveal the list of those fortunate enough to be chosen as a part of ICICLE: Woulfgar, Ferojys, Arshwikk, Dirvy, Laralana, Brokkrsten, Ibbo from the Citizens side, and Kilded, Brewyte, and Arnylon from the non-Citizens side. Hibbits mentioned that we were still about 4m short in the donations box, and that he needed the funds to pay for enchanted wood to build some sort of sleds… though he didn’t go into great detail. He also mentioned that there were going to be changes underway within Clovertooth Hall, to include a space for the newly formed ICICLE group.

Hibbits, somewhat breezily, stated that he would be taking a contingent of people to see Nihala, and that she was awake and doing somewhat better as of late. He wouldn’t commit to an exact number of people who would be allowed to join, but he did suggest at one point that everyone might be able to go. This is set to occur tonight around 10 Elven, from what he said.

Finally, the orbs in town have all moved, though it’s hard to say exactly when this occurred. It was definitely around the time of Hibbits’ appearance, however. Each of the orbs has drifted closer to TC, in a radial pattern, and the platform in the center of town has now changed to have a glowing eye-shaped sigil on it.
While it’s hearsay to be sure, as I personally wasn’t able to be there, reports from multiple sources indicate that Hibbits was far more relaxed than usual. He even had a bit of banter with the Deputy, and overall seemed quite at ease. He reiterated that he has no desire to be Mayor himself, and once again expressed his concerns about the snowfall, but there was none of the ire that marked his previous appearances. While it’s impossible to say for sure, I wonder if this might be more relevant than we realize at this point.

From the Desk of the Mayor: 12/4/5117

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1640
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 12/04/2017 12:37 AM EST
Subject: From the Desk of the Mayor: 12/4/5117

From the Desk of the Mayor
Clovertooth Hall
Icemule Trace
4th Eorgaen in the year 5117

Citizens of Icemule Trace:

I applaud your valiant efforts in defending our snowy city this evening. I attempted to assist in combat but was quickly slain by a towering ice golem. I'm afraid I'm well past my prime in hunting and town defense, and will instead continue to sort through paperwork in the Mayor's office as we launch our next series of town improvements.

The Mayor was delighted, even in her weakened state, to have been visited by such caring citizens. She assures me (and Kilded, the lad who won the chance to visit her) that Empath magicks as we know it are unable to cure her of this malady. She remains steadfast in her commitment to the town, and has now told many that she trusts that I am performing my job well as appointed by her. Spread all the false facts you want, naysayers! I'm here to stay, at least for the time being. Hmph!

During the impromptu invasion in which we successfully defended our town from the horrific onslaught, I noticed that the Mayor Cruxophim and Seomanthe of Wehnimer's Landing came up to assist, and were quite helpful. I also have learned just tonight that Leafiara was appointed as Ambassador of the Landing to Icemule. I am thrilled at the chance to form stronger diplomatic ties between these two city-realms. Icemule citizens, If you've an ounce of diplomacy or interest in politics in you, please reach out and report to Oubar or myself about the recent snowfall, the events that have transpired, and other relevant issues.

On another note, I'm pleased to announce that I have scheduled the first meeting of ICICLE (the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.). After this meeting, I will not be in charge of scheduling meetings, because the first duty of the collective will be to elect a Chair and assign various roles to the members.

Those chosen at random were:

Woulfgar
Ferojys
Arshwikk
Dirvy
Laralana
Brokkrsten
Ibbo
Kilded
Brewyte
Arnylon

We will meet in front of Clovertooth Hall on Niiman, 7th Eorgaen in the year 5117, at 9 in the evening as the elves count the hour. The first item of action is to elect a Chair and Co-Chair, as well as handle some routine paperwork for forming a committee. I am not in charge of this committee. I will serve only as advisor and in an ex-officio (i.e., non-voting) capacity. Please help spread the word to those who have been selected so that they are aware of this crucial first meeting!

ICICLErs: If you are unable to make it to this meeting but will plan to be around for the next, reach out to Oubar, the IMT TownCrier, to let him know. If you are no longer interested in taking part in this venture, send word to Hibbits before Niiman, 7th so you can be replaced.

I can't help but reiterate that I remain steadfast in my concern for the unprecedented amount of snowfall! No one will change my mind on this climate change despite Jalodg's fake accusations! Say what you will about orbs, shadows, platforms, disks, domes... all I hear is SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! Have you seen how eerily it sparkles of late?! Unnaturally! There's some weather magic afoot, and I'll find a way to prove it to you. Hmph.

Last, I noticed a strange perturbation in the sky just after I was raised in Town Center last night. I chose not to stay and investigate. Did something strange occur with that anomaly? Do let me know in stride so I can inform the Mayor. I'll be in touch with the Warden to ask about this "Daukhera Darkflorr" in the coming days. I believe he is on sabbatical at the moment and has left the penitentiary under magical wards, but I'll confirm.

I'm thrilled everyone had a wonderful visit to Nihala's cottage, and hope you enjoyed defending the town as much as the town enjoyed being defended by you.

Signed,
Hibbits Hoft
Interim Mayor of Icemule Trace

Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-3-2017

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1641
Author: CANNEL
Date: 12/04/2017 08:19 AM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-3-2017

4 Eorgaen 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il’Prelay, Originator of White Haven

Another eventful evening in the Trace, to say the least. An evening spent in contemplation and prayer to the Lady has brought no real clarity, but perhaps that is all to the best.

Interim Mayor Hibbits arrived at the exact time he had arranged, and was indeed far more relaxed in manner. However, I was able to observe for myself that the shadowy hands which others had reported covering his eyes seem to have morphed into a shadowy band around his neck and the back of his head, appearing much like a rudimentary helm of some kind. Hibbits seemed remarkably unconcerned about this development, even lightly mocking those who pressed him about it (though without the tinge of panic that had been seen in his moods before).

The ICICLE group’s first meeting has apparently been scheduled for this Niiman, the 7th of Eorgaen, at 9 Elven. The purpose of this first meeting is to elect a Chair, and to cover the guidelines under which the group will operate.

Hibbits led a group of us, as promised, to see the Mayor. She is still under quarantine, but we were able to peer in at her through a window of her home. While it was a definite relief to see her, and nice to see Hibbits follow through on his word (there were those of us who were skeptical on this point), there were still some troubling aspects. Mayor Nihala was resting, with an attendant by her side, but there was also a suspicious-looking tome in view. There was also an errant shadow which seemed to be… lurking? It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was going on with the shadow, though when this was mentioned to Hibbits, his reaction was one of equal parts light scorn and dismissive apathy about it.

Kilded was selected at random to go in and speak with the Mayor, which he did. He was able, with the attendant’s assistance, to rouse Nihala and actually speak with her. She relayed to him that she had discovered an ancient book on sorcery shortly before falling ill, and seemed to indicate that the tome we had all witnessed was this same book. She said that she was very weak, but put forth a vote of confidence in Hibbits as her temporary replacement. She was extremely weak, but it was quite a relief to all of us to see her alive, if not well. The tome in question was locked, and Nihala refused to provide the key, so Kilded was unable to view its contents (though it’s questionable whether that would be wise in any event). The tome’s author appeared to be one “Daukhera Darkflorr”, though this was a name that was completely unknown to us. I asked Hibbits if he would be willing to search the records of the prisoners in the penitentiary (since that is where the black orb lies) for that name, and he assured me he would have the Warden do so.

I would feel remiss if I did not mention that almost all of this was relayed from Kilded’s mouth alone. There is no way to verify his words, and as such I personally retain some small skepticism.

Shortly after receiving Kilded’s report, pyrotechnics exploded in the night sky, and a cry went up that there were monsters at the West Gate. We formed a group and raced to the spot, where we found a motley collection of wolves, trolls, orcs, wraiths, roa’ters, and many other things. In the chaos it was hard to identify each creature. I’m once again incredibly proud of this town, as we rallied magnificently. The monsters were dispatched in short order. The chaos of battle shortly ensued, however. The creatures breached the gates, and actually managed to slay Hibbits himself, who claims to have been attempting to defend the city. I suppose, if he can be believed, he deserves some small credit for that.

Near what proved to be the end of the invasion, our group stumbled across an apparition. This being was far beyond even the deadliest members of our group, but seemed content to wander rather than attack. Its defenses were almost beyond belief, and most attempts to interact with it were met with violent fury. We quickly resolved to follow and observe, only. It made its way around town, circling and interacting with the orbs in disturbing ways. Indeed, it appeared to be somehow drawing power from the orbs. When it made its way to Town Center, it merged somehow with the electrum platform, which transformed into a small dome, which remains in Town Center, last I checked.

I’m completely unsure what to make of this all. Hibbits seems to be simultaneously becoming more and less trustworthy. So much of the ‘facts’ are pure hearsay. Do we trust Kilded’s recounting of what Nihala said to him? Do we trust Hibbits to tell the truth about what happens to him, and what the attendants have told him about Nihala? There’s simply no way to know. I will remain watchful, however, and hope that clarity will come sooner rather than later.

I shall end this recounting with a personal note. Our motley group pulled together and did a wonderful job defending our city, as we always do, but in this instance we were pleased and surprised to see Mayor Cruxophim wade into the fray. By his side was Leafiara, and a few other notable names from Wehnimer’s Landing. To those who ventured north to assist us, I’d like to personally offer my deepest thanks.

An eavesdropped conversation

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1648
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 12/06/2017 08:43 PM EST
Subject: An eavesdropped conversation

Strolling casually down Spitfire Lane after dinner as she does each evening, a tall, slender, erithian citizen of Icemule Trace braces herself against the billowing snow and frigid, gusting wind.

Suddenly, she happens upon a rather anxious-looking Hibbits Hoft quickly making his way toward Mayor Nihala's cottage. Like many others in the town right now, she doesn't quite trust this this man or his erratic actions, but in a flash decides to see what he's up to. She ducks behind a nearby townhouse until he enters the Mayor's home and locks the door behind him.

Quickly, she runs up to the cottage, her hastened footsteps muffled by the freshly fallen snow. With a quiet whisper of the Unlock spell, she is able to open the window of the Mayor's house just enough to overhear bits and pieces of the conversation happening inside. She sees Nihala, awake and sitting on the edge of her bed, still looking weak, but watching Hibbits carefully as he paces back and forth in front of her. She also notices an elongated shadow in one corner. The curious citizen strains to listen to the conversation, her heart pounding loudly and her blood rushing to her ears.

Hibbits says softly, "I'm hearing scattered reports from last night of voices in the shadows... whispered suggestions... even commands... [inaudible] thieves... even SPIES?" His voice grows harsher, almost spitting the final word.

Nihala responds gently to him, "In this cozy town? I find it hard to believe, but with [hushed and incomprehensible]... I just don't know anymore. What do you [mumbles and long pause]... could they be after it? Did you speak with [whispered name] yet?"

Hibbits replies gently, "Not yet, ma'am... in due time." He paces a few more times. "These voices... someone wants to open 'the book.' [Whispered and inaudible] Nihala, what book?" He puffs nervously on his pipe, the smoke wafting toward the slightly opened window. The erithian eavesdropper tenses up, afraid he will notice the window is barely cracked open.

Nihala gives Hibbits a wary glance and replies, her voice weak but laced with authority, "I am not finished... [long pause with inaudible murmuring]." She takes a shuddering breath, then another before continuing. "This book is best left here for now.. and [harsh whispering] but me. Inform the sentries we need them posted outside. And as for you, Dear Hibbits... no more reading while I [inaudible]... or even when I [hushed words in the halfling tongue]... Is that understood?"

The citizen peeks through the window and sees Hibbits nodding quickly, glancing at the thick yellowed tome near the Mayor's bed. He bids the Mayor farewell, chewing on his pipe anxiously, and turns to exit the house.

The citizen, having witnessed all this, sneaks around the Mayor's house to the back, watching Hibbits close and lock the door of the cottage behind him. With a shrill whistle, he summons a halfling Captain and barks some instructions. A few minutes later, a sentry arrives and takes her spot in front of Mayor Nihala's abode.

When all is relatively calm, the citizen sneaks off, determined to tell her neighbors what has just transpired.

The Death of Nihala

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1649
Author: THIRATA1
Date: 12/08/2017 01:59 AM EST
Subject: The Death of Nihala

Day of the Huntress, day 8 of the month Eorgaen in the year 5117.

I suddenly realize that Mayor Nihala is dead. I rush to her cottage only to be met by an attentive Halfling sentry. I attempt to gain entrance to the cottage and the sentry blocks my path. I attempt to look into a window of the cottage, and I cannot see in. I ask the sentry to let me into the cottage to tend to the body of Nihala, and she bars my way again. Trying not to let desperation and fear take me over, I pray for Lorminstra's guidance and help. My soul screams inside--<I MUST help her!>

After a few moments, a crowd gathers, attempting to enter the cottage to no avail. It is only after Mayor Hibbitts arrives and has a word with the sentry that I am finally allowed to go into the cottage.
Rushing to her side I touch her and my heart beats erratically as I feel two things: the touch of death, and a foreboding sense that this death was purposeful, related somehow to that tome.
That tome. I try to grab it. It eludes my grasp.

Fighting the urge to bind and capture the tome, I assess Nihala's injuries and am puzzled.
She has severe head trauma, bleeding from the ears, deep lacerations across her chest, and uncontrollable convulsions.

I think to myself "she has been alone."
I eye the anxious sylvan apothecary who can only offer me a blank look when I ask what happened.

I tend Nihala's wounds as gently as I can. Nihala melodically says, "My dear... what... I feel so strange." I tell her, "no worries, I am tending you, and will have you up and right as rain".

Nihala melodically says, "I was having the strangest dream..."
I ask "what sort of dream?"
She says "Walls and sigils and halls and thieves..., "Jumbled faces and phrases and then falling from such a high distance..."

I ponder a moment on what she has said, and then, by Lorminstra's grace, Nihala is once again living. My soul is once again joyous at the restoration of life--but that joy is fleeting.

Hibbits is pacing nervously about threatening to fire the apothecary.

I turn back to Nihala. An overwhelming need strikes me again.

Speaking softly to Nihala, I say, "There is one more thing."
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Nihala melodically asks, "What is that, kind Priestess?"

I quietly whisper to Nihala, "The tome. May I take it for safekeeping?"

I do not know why I need to safekeep this tome, but I find my question rushing forth before I have even thought of it.

Nihala says, "I'm not quite finished reading it, but take it if you must."

I once again attempt to pick up the tome, and it eludes my grasp yet again.

Nihala melodically says, "That's strange. It's never done that before."

I briefly consider casting bind at the tome again, and decide I will not bring anymore danger into this home.

As I am pondering how to best capture this tome, Nihala whispers, "Please do keep an eye on Hibbits. A dear friend, but something's not quite right.
She continues to whisper, "I prefer to keep it here to finish reading it. I'm just about done. But I did pull this page out from the second to last chapter. It's a riddle of some kind, and I thought it'd be important..."

She offers me a torn yellowed page. There is writing in Common on the page.
It says:

Primeval power long ago forbidden
With simplest words can be unhidden

I carefully secure the page and assure Nihala I will keep it safe and confer with others to try to solve the riddle.

Nihala melodically says, "But how strange to die from a dream.
And to have my own head bashed in with not an assassin in sight... I wonder what kind of power could do that."

I stare at the shadow which has been in this cottage since the first day we came to see the mayor.

I ask, “Do you know there is a shadow in this room?”
Nihala glances at an elongated shadow near the fireplace.
Nihala melodically asks, "Yes, dear, is that not from the fire in my fireplace?"

I tell her that the shadow has been here, and has not moved with or without the fire.
I touch the shadow, but nothing happens. I examine the shadow and see nothing unusual.
Nihala goes on to tell me “Please have the experts look into the shadow, too."

We chat a bit longer and I tell her to rest-she immediately closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

My heart aches for Nihala, I know not why, but suddenly I feel an immense burden for her, and I find it hard to think of anything else but Nihala, and that tome.

I turn to Hibbitts, who is puffing away on his pipe. I chide him about smoking in this house, and as usual he sees nothing wrong with his actions and goes on to exclaim, "I love her dearly, but these accusations... over the top!"
Frustrated at both the burden I suddenly feel for Nihala, and the Mayor’s antics, I finally am able to leave the cottage.

Outside, I find the concerned citizens and friends of Icemule waiting anxiously.

Hibbits says, "NO ONE is to enter or unlock the door or window without my permission."
Before I can even respond to the questions swirling around me like snowflakes, Hibbits says, "We must discuss what transpired, but first we should go to the Festival."

I have no choice but to meet with the concerned citizens later, but our discussion is waylaid.

Suddenly we all felt drawn to the penitentiary, and Joness bravely pulled citizens from the meeting area to search and vanquish any threats. This resulted in injuries and loss of life, but no answers about the strange sensation pulling us to the penitentiary, or anything relative to what happened to Mayor Nihala.

In light of tonight’s events I shall confer with my elders, and with other knowledgeable students of magic.
I have great fear about what will happen if we do not secure the tome. I am fearful for Nihala. I am fearful for Icemule Trace.

I have no answers. For now, I have the page. The one page of the tome.

Enestrie High Priestess of Lorminstra

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1650
Author: CANNEL
Date: 12/08/2017 01:15 PM EST
Subject: Re: The Death of Nihala

From the journal of Oubar Il’Prelay
8 Eorgaen 5117

Lady Enestrie has related a most startling story, and I find myself on the fence about it, as befits much of the recent goings-on.

It appears that Mayor Nihala was attacked, and that her attendant at the time was either unaware of it, or perhaps was even culpable, though Enestrie does not seem to think this has been the case. Given Hibbits’ previous remarks regarding the guards who were ineffectual at their job, I would suspect that there will be harsh words for that particular apothecary. Still, Enestrie was able to get to Nihala’s side in time, and for that she has even more of my gratitude and appreciation than she had previously (which was no small amount).

In reading Enestrie’s account, I find myself beset with questions, however...

I find myself very curious about the overt attraction that seems to exist between Mayor Nihala and Hibbits. While we are all very fond of Nihala, their language and mannerisms seem to suggest something… more? I was not there last night, unfortunately, but I have also noticed several verbal cues that lead me to suspect a fondness that goes beyond the professional.

The tome is clearly key to at least some of the goings-on. It’s simply too coincidental that it appears so soon before Nihala falls ill, and what little interaction we’ve been able to have with the tome has only spawned more mystery. Indeed, last night Enestrie was given a riddle which apparently came from within the book. The riddle speaks of primeval power, and some sort of passphrase? It’s clear that more information is needed, for without it one might wander the streets spouting random phrases, hoping to unlock this “power”. However, a part of me wonders if any power which is capable of causing this much strife is one that should be sought at all.

I do my best to keep my ears open for rumor, as it frequently gives clues as to the tides of public opinion, and one that I’ve heard a few times has taken root in my brain: that there might well be something growing inside the dome that currently resides in Town Center. This idea seems to make some sense, and is certainly something I’m attempting to keep an eye on. I must consult with a mage or two to see if they have a method of peering through the dome’s outer shell to see what it contains.

The snows continue, but I fear that will be all that remains constant for a time.

-Oubar

A crier unfurls a scroll...

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1658
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 12/15/2017 11:27 PM EST
Subject: A crier unfurls a scroll...

A young crier marches into Town Center and unfurls a light scroll, calling for the attention of citizens and visitors alike. He announces in a squeaky voice:

"Mayor Nihala sends the following words to all:

'I wish to thank the well-wishers and concerned citizens of our lovely, snowy town. I regret that I must pen a scroll at this time rather than visit Town Center personally. I am feeling better, though not completely recovered, after the events of a few nights past. I want to thank Enestrie for the delicious bread she prepared for me, as it continues to soothe my soul and warm my body. I also wish to thank Dirvy for her efforts at figuring out this strange ailment which seems to be associated with being near or holding this wretched tome. I have locked it again in a safe location until you, our town scholars, can examine it without fear of harm.

I am pressed to tell you that I am concerned about the whereabouts of Deputy Mayor Hibbits. After the invasion training tonight, he was supposed to return to my cottage so we could further discuss this riddle. Some guards reported to me that the town was attacked a bit unexpectedly, but that we defeated the... strange assortment of creatures who would otherwise overrun us. Hibbits has not returned to me despite his pledge, and my scouts could not locate him. Please report to me immediately through courier if you know where he can be found.'"

The crier clears his throat, looking around expectantly before rolling up the scroll and marching away.

Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-29-2017

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1679
Author: CANNEL
Date: 12/30/2017 10:47 AM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-29-2017

Feastday, 30 Eorgaen 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

An eventful night last night, to be sure, and one that seems to have left more questions than answers in our minds. An evening spent in prayer and contemplation has not clarified anything, unfortunately.

Last night in Town Center, voices were heard from the shadows. The voices seemed eerily similar to the voices of the bandits who attacked recently, so we were all understandably on edge. The voices demanded the tome, which seemed to reinforce the notion that we were dealing with the same folk. There was some chaos, as some of the residents issued threats, or ultimatums, and the voices didn't do much more than jeer at us and issue threats of their own. When it was made clear that we were not willing to hand over the tome (indeed, that we had no way to do so even if we wished), things turned violent.

Shadowy figures started to materialize just long enough to slash throats, killing several of our number, then vanishing once more before any retribution could be sought. I myself was a victim of one such attack, yet through the efforts of Brokk, I was able to get back into the fray. At this point, a rugged bandit leader sauntered into Town Center to speak with us. He claimed to represent an organization known as The Far Market... which was apparently once known as The Fair Market. This isn't a term that I was able to place, and nobody that I have spoken with to this point has any knowledge of it, either.

When the insinuation that the Tome might be lost was made, the leader became agitated and indicated the dome in Town Center. He claimed that its existence proved that the magic was still in flux, as well as that the Tome was still in existence. He seemed quite willing to make a deal with us in exchange for the Tome, but we had no way to provide it (and most of us had no inclination to do so). When it became clear he wasn't going to get what he was after, his troops attacked.

As before, we quickly formed up and defended the town, making short work of the invading bandits once more. These seemed more dangerous than the last round, and leave me wondering if they perhaps have been assembling stronger troops for an all-out assault on the town.

Once the bandits had been dealt with, we searched Clovertooth Hall for some sign of the tome, but weren't able to divine its location. All we know at this point is that Nihala has locked it away within the Hall somewhere. To my mind, that's a perfectly safe place for it, for now. If we can't find it, then none of us can be exposed to whatever ills it seems to impart. And we certainly can't be forced to turn it over to the bandits, or to this Far Market, or anyone else.

Speculation is running rampant in the streets this morning. In short order I have heard folks whispering about Hibbits, and his possible involvement with this Far Market. Perhaps that's why he was killed, and has gone missing? I also have heard grumblings about Nihala and the tome. Where did she hide it away? The Hall simply isn't THAT large, it should be easy to track down. We also are no closer to sussing out the riddle, or the orbs, or the dome, or the penitentiary... a great many things are simply unknown at this point, and we seem to be accumulating ever more questions without any answers. I hold faith that our Town will rally together, as we always have, but it's hard not to feel troubled at the sheer number of uncertainties that surround us these days.

-Oubar

Remarks from a pudgy halfling guard

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1681
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 12/30/2017 11:40 PM EST
Subject: Remarks from a pudgy halfling guard

As you go about your business, you happen to overhear a conversation between a pudgy halfling guard and an Icemulian local.

"I hadn't been to Town Center for a while given that I work at the penitentiary," recounts the guard, "but I still couldn't believe my eyes when I came for help. That metal thing in town, that arch, and the horrible vision inside... is it a door or window of some kind? What else could it be? What on earth has befallen us?"

The guard chews nervously on the stem of his pipe. There is some chatter that you can't make out. The local sounds stressed, yelling something about protecting his family.

"No sir, no. It's not safe there anymore, I agree. I'd advise everyone that danger could break out in Town Center at any time, and that they should rest elsewhere until this is all resolved. The pub is typically safe, as is the well. I haven't heard reports of violence in those places. I also believe White Haven has opened their grounds for refuge."

After a few choice words about incompetent guards and sorcery, the local stomps off. The pudgy halfling guard sighs and heads in a different direction, glancing over his shoulder at you.

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1691
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 01/08/2018 09:00 PM EST
Subject: Re: Remarks from a pudgy halfling guard

A nimble figure slips through Town Center and nails a scrawled note to the ice statue, practically defacing it in the process.

"Indeed," the note reads.
"You are not safe here from threats beyond the arch,
nor from the wicked curves of our blades.
Our leader's death will be avenged.
~ TFM"

The figure ducks behind a snow mound and is gone, a low whistle fading softly into the distance...

Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-31-2017

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1685
Author: CANNEL
Date: 12/31/2017 08:49 AM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 12-31-2017

Restday, 31 Eorgaen 5117

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

So many thoughts cluttering my brain that I don't really know where to start... I'll attempt to reconstruct the evening in sequence, I suppose.

A crowd gathered in front of the the Mayor's house, where threats once more flew. Before too long, the bandit leader issued instructions to burn down the Mayor's House! This seemed more than slightly counterintuitive to many of us, if his stated goal truly was the Tome. The Tome might well have been inside, after all! Despite our best efforts, we stood helpless and watched the house burn to ashes. In the furor that followed, a mysterious figure appeared, demanding that the chaos stop. It turned out to be Mayor Nihala herself, and she taunted the leader, explaining to him that she was unable to give him the tome, as it wouldn't accept anyone's touch but her own.

To illustrate this point, she put it down and offered to let him pick it up. Her defiance fell away, though, as the leader's hands suddenly glowed purple, and he was able to pick it up! He gloated, but his tone quickly changed as the book proved to be far too much for him to handle. The book consumed him utterly, reducing him to a bubbling pile of goo, and Nihala recovered the tome for herself. She fled back to town, where she addressed us.

She told us all a bit more about the tome, revealing that Hibbits had actually found it in Pinefar, and suggested that perhaps we could find clues there. She struggled to explain why she was unable to stop reading from it, and then offered to SHOW us this phenomenon. She opened the book to a seemingly random page and began to read, in a voice and tongue that none of us recognized. When she finished, a ruckus was heard, and the orbs to the north and south of TC shifted one block closer.

Shortly thereafter, a guard came running into TC asking for help at the penitentiary. We raced there to see what was the problem, and found ourselves almost completely overwhelmed by undead. Many, many of the town's defenders died, and the clerics were working overtime to raise those poor souls who were struck down. Just as we were able to set up a semi-effective triage, we became aware of a new wave of chaos in TC. Those who were able made their way there, and witnessed another apparition materialize, then merge with the dome in TC. The dome also reached a tendril out to Kilded, seeming to draw out the shadow that has plagued him of late, and morphed into an archway of sorts. When examined, the arch seems to lead to a deep, unending darkness, which contains a slender figure bound in veil iron chains.

Nihala was found, shortly afterwards, crying in a corner in Clovertooth Hall. We calmed her as best we could, but she was distraught, saying that she had destroyed the town. Once we reassured her to our best ability, she departed, clearly drained from the evening's events.

There's so much to process, and I'm sure there are nuances that I'm overlooking, but it was a harrowing night for all of us. This was by far the most deadly incursion of creatures to date, and the empaths and clerics were sorely pressed. I once again find myself so proud of our town, and its resilience. I know that when we stand together, there is nothing that we cannot overcome. Though I have no idea where these events will lead us, I know that we will remain strong.

-Oubar

Icemule Trace Events Report - 1-12-18

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1698
Author: CANNEL
Date: 01/12/2018 06:53 PM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 1-12-18

Day of the Huntress, 12 Lormesta 5118

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

Though the year changes, so many things have remained the same. The town is in peril, and none of the clues we've uncovered seem to add up.

On Tilamaires, we were called to Clovertooth Hall, as Mayor Nihala had something she wished to tell us. She had a caged pedestal built, and was going to place the tome inside it, that we might begin to unravel its mysteries. However, once the tome was in place (and secured with a key that hung around the Mayor's neck), it exploded with purple flames, stretching high into the night sky. There were reliable reports that the pyre was visible all the way out past Pinefar.

After a few heartbeats (which felt like eternities), the book became visible as the flames died down somewhat. The pages were flipping like mad all on their own. Once they came to a stop, the pillar of flames reversed course and seemed to flow downward into a sigil on the revealed page of the tome. Shortly thereafter, a pulse of purple light filled the town, then another, and another after that. With each pulse, purple clouds seemed to be forming. Then a shriek was heard in Town Center.

We formed up, as we have been doing, and headed that direction. After some moments of confusion, creatures began to pour out of the arch. There was far more chaos than usual, and our usually well-rehearsed tactics quickly fell apart. A great many of us died from friendly fire as a result. While I'm quite sure the Lady was smiling on us as the chaos reigned, it wasn't the most effective defense of the city to date.

Then on Niiman, the arch once again began spewing forth creatures, this time ones that were far more deadly than had previously been seen. I myself perished twice in short order, only to be brought back to life by the tireless folks working triage. At the conclusion of this incursion, the arch was seen to actually crack somewhat, causing widespread speculation about what it might entail.

Throughout the entirety of the week, the North Gate Guard has made himself somewhat of a greater presence than usual. Appearing in other locations beside the Pub and his assigned post, he has been unfailingly drunk and confused. If he guarded any gate aside from the North Gate, I would be more concerned, but it would appear that that post is the limit of his capabilities.

I personally am preparing for the Town Hall meeting this Restday eve, and hope that it will assist the town in coming together in these dire times.

-Oubar

Lumnis Commune 1.12.18 Winter comes to Mule With a Vengeance

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1699
Author: BAUMT1
Date: 01/14/2018 12:38 PM EST
Subject: Lumnis Commune 1.12.18 Winter comes to Mule With a Vengeance

(Note: A commune performed to the Arkati, Lumnis in the room dedicated to Lumnis in the Icemule Temple. All mess ups are the editor's fault, not the PCs or GM due to this being my first attempt at editing a log.)

Arnylon recites:

"Those who are heading to the temple please join with me"

Arnylon recites:

"We will be heading to the temple in a few moments. About 20 more seconds if any wish to join"

Oubar recites:

"This is going to be a quiet affair, and we'd ask that those not directly involved quiet themselves as much as possible to get the best results"

Arnylon recites:

"Moving out."

Arnylon says, "Before we begin one thing please...."

Arnylon says, "Please be resectful during the ceremony and attempt to keep all comments and movements as minimal as possible. Thank you for showing and the decorum we all know you will bring to bear."

Eruheran grabs a mottled crimson winter rose from a small vaalin-threaded pocket inside of his niveous wool greatcloak.

Arnylon recites:

"We gather here to both honor and petition the Lady of Wisdom.
Please join in support of Lady Gillieath, Priestess of Lumnis,
Who shall be guiding our thoughts and questions in the quest for knowledge and wisdom."

*lots of roses being passed out to the attendees*

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "Priestess, it is your show."

Dardosei glances at Gillieath and clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.

Kotin turns to face Gillieath.

Kotin bows to Gillieath.

Gillieath smiles at Arnylon.

You glance at Gillieath and clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.

Brokkrsten removes a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald from in his canvas mining pack.

Arnylon bows to Gillieath.

Gillieath quietly says, "We are going to ask. That when I kneel after trying to commune with My Lady that you place these roses on the altar."

Gillieath quietly says, "We are passing what we have out."

Gillieath removes a bright cobalt winter rose from in her ice blue sylvan surcote.

Gillieath quietly asks, "Who does not have a rose?"

Brokkrsten put a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald in his canvas mining pack.

The voice of Avalor says, "Must we all have a rose priestess? I'm simply here for study."

Gillieath quietly says, "It is not required."

Pietra smiles at Gillieath.

Dinaden bows.

(Gillieath walks to the altar and then turns to face everyone.)

Gillieath quietly says, "I am a simple Priestess of Lumnis."

You listen carefully to Gillieath.

You turn to face Gillieath.

Gillieath nods at Dardosei.

Brokkrsten removes a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald from in his canvas mining pack.

A sprinkle of silver-hazed lights dance about the room, dissipating with a faint murmur.

Dardosei smiles.

Gillieath quietly says, "I shall do my best to request her help."

You close your eyes for a moment.

Gillieath quietly says, "My Lady has ever been there for me. So I pray she will be here for all of us."

Brokkrsten quietly recites several passages of litany from his prayerbook.

(Gillieath turns to face the Altar.)

You gently close an ora-bound white leather prayerbook.

Brokkrsten whispers to the group, "Kneel."

*tons of kneeling*

Gillieath quietly says, "A moment please while i clear my mind."

You murmur some prayers under your breath.

Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.

Gillieath removes a red cedar Lumnis figurine from in her ice blue sylvan surcote.

Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.

Gillieath raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Gillieath gestures at a red cedar Lumnis figurine.

Gillieath falls into a deep trancelike state while muttering softly, the exact words you cannot discern. After a few silent moments, Gillieath calmly opens her eyes.

The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a lute-shaped tendril of smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of gold.

Gillieath put a red cedar Lumnis figurine in her ice blue sylvan surcote.

Gillieath removes a silvery white winter rose from in her blue glaes case.

Gillieath smiles.

Gillieath quietly says, "Lady Lumnis I offer you a rose as a symbol nof your garden."

Gillieath put a silvery white winter rose on a vaalin altar.

Gillieath nods.

Gillieath nods.

Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.

Gillieath quietly says, "If the other cleric would place the other four roses."

Gillieath quietly says, "At this time please."

Brokkrsten stands up.

Arnylon stands up.

You stand back up.

You take a few steps toward a vaalin altar.

Brokkersten reverently places his bright yellow winter rose on the floor.

Eruheran reverently places a mottled crimson winter rose on the floor.

Gillieath quietly says, "Beam."

Arnylon carefully places a deep violet winter rose on the floor.

Gillieath quietly says, "Oh my gosh."

Gillieath bursts into tears!

Gillieath kneels down.

Arnylon kneels down.

Dinaden kneels down.

Gillieath quietly asks, "Lady Lumnis, we seek your wisdom. An ancient tome, "A History of Ancient Sorcery", penned by Daukhera Darkflorr, appears to have created a portal to another dimension or plane. Through this portal many attacks on innocents have been made and within the portal we see a chained figure shackled with veil iron. Should we seek a way to free it of its bonds? We seek your wisdom in finding a way to close or destroy the portal and the sorcerous tome. How might we do this?"

You drop a crimson winter rose.

Tyrrah reverently places a creamy ivory winter rose on the floor.

Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.

A silvery, light blue mist rolls into the room.

Gillieath quietly says, "Lady Lumnis knowledge is needed to cure Icemule's Mayor, Nihala. After reading the tome for a length of time an affliction has possessed Nihala. Please guide us Lady of Knowledge and wisdom on how we might seek the cure."

Gillieath gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Gillieath bursts into tears!

Brokkrsten kneels down.

(Gillieath dashes away tears from her cheeks.)

You kneel down.

Gillieath quietly says, "Finally, dearest Lady of Wisdom: Please guide me my Lady as you always have on how the people of Icemule, who have suffered great loss because of the tome's discovery, may best be helped."

You close your eyes for a moment.

Gillieath quietly says, "I most fervently thank you for your Patience as we seek your help in gaining the knowledge we need."

Gillieath hangs her head.

Gillieath folds her hands in her lap.

You sense a gentle stillness as you await the answers you seek...

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.

Arnylon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.

Dardosei takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.

Gillieath rubs some polished moonstone prayerbeads in her hand.

Brokkrsten continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Eruheran continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

You murmur some prayers under your breath.

Arnylon touches Gillieath.

Arnylon continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Brokkrsten beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.

Gillieath smiles.

Gillieath appears contemplative, listening to something far away.

Gillieath gazes heavenward.

(Gillieath eyes fill with tears that roll down her cheeks.)

The blue, swirling mists congeal into a faint form of a tall, robed, elderly woman. She gazes upon the crowd, but you are uncertain what expression she has upon her face.

(Gillieath gazes with unabashed joy at the woman.)

Gillieath glances at a vaalin altar.

The offerings vanish in a bright light!

You smile.

You beam!
Arnylon tilts his head down.

You close your eyes for a moment.

Gillieath reaches out and touches her vaalin scroll symbol.

Gillieath blinks.

Gillieath appears entranced.

Gillieath nods.

A voice, once quiet, speaks louder, and more annoyed. "To close a gate, one must find the key. Why do you bring such obvious questions to me?"

The vision of the robed woman is disturbed and swirls away as the color of the mist about the room begins to change...

Gillieath quietly says, "I beg your pardon My Lady. It was felt we needed more guidance in the which direction we should seek the guidance."

Gillieath blinks.

Gillieath gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Gillieath quietly says, "My tongue is tied my speech is poor I fear my Lady."

From within the swirling mist, which now changes color to off-white, you hear what sounds like giddy giggling.

Gillieath quietly says, "Ahhh."

A voice echoes, "The tome came from me, and soon you will see..."

The mist swirls around you, comforting you, caressing you.

In the mist, you see the shadowy form of a young man in simple silk robes. You also notice some scars near his hands, but he tries to hide them. A smile crosses his face.

Arnylon asks, "Charl, how might we destroy the arch and the tome?"

The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a sword-shaped tendril of black edged in silver smoke meanders up through thick a blanket of ebony.

Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.

The figure seems to read your thoughts and says, "The arch came from me... What fun it will be!" The man laughs giddily, like a schoolboy in love.

Arnylon says, "Mularos you have no place here."

The figure abruptly turns to face Arnylon.

Arnylon rubs his Charl symbol.

Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.

Dinaden raises his prayer beads adoringly to his lips.

Arnylon says, "My faith is strong I fear you not. Charl, hear my prayer."

The man says, "You... you want to destroy my creations?" The white mist roils and begins to burn at your skin.

You touch your white pearl chaplet lightly, pondering the messages of Lorminstra.

Eruheran winces.

A pained expression crosses Barreaus's face.

Laralana cringes.

You feel the blood drain from your face.

Arnylon says, "I do not want to destroy your creations. I shall destroy them."

Gillieath glances east.

Arnylon says, "Charl hear my prayer."

Kotin says, "I seek to attain knowledge."

Dinaden bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing bright golden and blue light to momentarily coalesce in front of him.

Gillieath sighs.

Gillieath gazes heavenward.

You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.

Gillieath quietly says, "Thank you My Lady Lumnis."

Arnylon intones a mystical orison, petitioning for the aid of his patron.

Arnylon gets a frustrated look on his face.

Gillieath hangs her head.

You touch Gillieath.

Dirvy reaches out and touches her emerald Imaera symbol.

Eruheran indicates his agate scroll pendant with a smile.

Kotin smiles as he speaks just above a whisper, "Who is the shackled slender form?

Gillieath quietly says, "I do not know who else may be here. I feel my Lady has left."

Pietra gazes respectfully at Arnylon.

Gillieath quietly says, "But something seems to be here."

You agree with Gillieath.

Tyrrah agrees with Gillieath.

The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a wisp-shaped tendril of green smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of red.

Rendena softly says, "I will not help with this."

You stand back up.

You walk toward Gillieath.

You touch Gillieath.

Gillieath stands up.

Gillieath smiles at you.

You bravely hold back your tears, your eyes glistening with pain.

Gillieath quietly says, "I hope it was of some help to you."

You feel something like someone rubbing you gently.

You turn to face Gillieath.

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "We thank you, Priestess."

Gillieath smiles at you.

Arnylon stands up.

Arnylon bows to Gillieath.

Eruheran glances around the room.

Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, "We thank you Priestess."

The figure grows impatient, and also seems to be fighting back a sort of gold-white glow from behind the altar.

You softly say, "We are in your debt."

Gillieath quietly says, "I did nothing. My Lady is who to thank."

You glance at Gillieath and clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.

Gillieath quietly says, "Look."

Eruheran chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.

You turn to face a vaalin altar.

Gillieath points at a vaalin altar.

You gaze with interest at a vaalin altar.

Gillieath quietly says, "That figure."

Gillieath quietly asks, "May I help you?"

Gillieath quietly says, "I am Gillieath. Servant of my Lady Lumnis."

You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.

(Gillieath steps toward the altar.)

The figure yells, "I created the tome. I created the arch. What of it?"

Mylenna asks, "Is this Daukhera?"

Gillieath quietly says, "That was an achievement."

The figure snorts. "Daukhera is a mortal."

Gillieath quietly asks, "Do you know it harms us?"

The figure laughs. "I revel in that which harms you, child."

You softly ask, "Why does your creation hurt and kill innocents?"

Gillieath quietly asks, "Why?"

You softly ask, "Why?"

Mylenna asks, "Then who is this?"

The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, an artist's brush-shaped tendril of black smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of grey.

Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.

The figure laughs. "Why do you ask answers for the obvious?" You hear the clang of shackles nearby, and the scent of ozone fills the air. It's as if another presence is trying to force its way in.

The figure says, "He who says he does not fear suffering at my hand is a fool."

You softly say, "We seek that which you claim is the key."

Arnylon says, "Eryael, is that you? Suffering seems your line."

Eruheran chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.

Avalor says, "I do not fear."

Brokkrsten chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.

Gillieath quietly asks, "You are not all you would like us to believe I think. Who is there with you?"

The figure speaks in a child-like fashion. "The key has already been given to you, dearie!" He then giggles.

Gillieath quietly says, "There should be a purpose."

Gillieath nods.

Oubar asks, "What is the purpose for this suffering? What is it that you're hoping to accomplish?"

Flickering to-and-fro, the alabaster candle continues to burn.

(Gillieath steps back to let the people of Icemule see and hear better.)

There is a blinding flash of white light and a shout of "NO!" Suddenly, the form of Lumnis stands before you, though she appears to be struggling to stay materialized.

You kneel down.

Gillieath gasps.

Gillieath kneels down.

You softly say, "My lady."

Arnylon kneels down.

Eruheran bows to a vaalin altar.

Gillieath quietly exclaims, "My Lady!"

(Arnylon bows to the Lady of Wisdom.)

Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Arnylon bows.

Gillieath quietly exclaims, "Offer her your Prayers!"

You murmur some prayers under your breath.

Gillieath quietly says, "Pray for our Lady."

Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Eruheran continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Rendena continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Arnylon continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.
Dardosei bows.
Avalor gazes heavenward.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Dardosei clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Eruheran rubs a multicolored agate scroll pendant in his hand.
Dirvy inclines her head.
Sothog continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Brokkrsten continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Dirvy continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Barreaus continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Selaesia continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Dardosei looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
Keriline continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Gillieath raises her moonstone prayerbeads high, shouting the name of Lumnis to the heavens.

You quietly whisper to Gillieath, "Maybe we do need to give her the tome page."

Arnylon touches Gillieath.

Arnylon says, "Lend her your strength."

Gillieath nods to you.

You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.

Dinaden continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "Stand firm."

Brokkrsten touches Gillieath.

Gillieath quietly says, "Give it to her Enes."

Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.

Gillieath stands up.

Loosening the drawstrings, you open your green treasure pouch, making it easier to retrieve what is stored inside.

In the green treasure pouch you see a torn yellowed page.

You remove a torn yellowed page from in your green treasure pouch.

The hooded woman says, "I can only hope that contact was helpful, for I can provide no further answers to your questions. To heal your Mayor, send a servant of Lorminstra to the place where the dwarves dwell and retrieve a symbol of her power. You will understand how to use it in time...

You put a pale jade green treasure pouch in your golden satchel.

The figure turns and the room shakes!

The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall flat on your back!

*pretty much everyone else falls as well*

Gillieath falls to the ground!

You put a torn yellowed page in your pristine white vestment.

When your vision recovers, the figure is gone.

Gillieath gazes heavenward.

Tyrrah whispers to the group, "To close a gate you need a key. That was the clue. The key is the tomb. Gates and Keys need keepers - where they lead to or what the real question? What pushed the priestess Lady away, was the Master Crafter of both gate and key."

Tendrils of golden smoke flutter up from the alabaster candle, weaving around each other into the shape of a crown.

Gillieath stands up.

Gillieath glances at a vaalin altar.

Gillieath quietly says, "I have no idea."

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "We know much now."

Gillieath smiles weakly.

Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, "We do. thank you so much."

You recite softly:

"If you have offerings please place them now"

*almost everyone assembled places a rose near the altar*

Speaking softly to Gillieath, you ask, "Is there anything we can do for you My Lady?"

Tendrils of bright gold smoke flutter up from the alabaster candle, weaving around each other into the shape of an anvil.

Speaking to you, Oubar says, "Thank you so much for taking this on by yourself."

Speaking to you, Arnylon says, "Good luck. We'll all be rooting for you."

Speaking to you, Brokkrsten says, "We wish ya the best of luck. Set a ring before ya go."

Speaking kindly to you, Maylan says, "It was so lovely knowing you. Do have fun in the afterlife."

Speaking amusedly to Zavala, Kaladriel says, "Time da get out yuh ole prayer book, we gonna need anudder cleric soon."

Some lingering white mist seems to follow you.

Arnylon whispers to the group, "Shall we retire to the arch?"

Speaking quietly to you, Tyrrah says, "This holy place, wil drain the spirit."

Arnylon says, "Moving."

The bustling town comes together in this square. Halflings dressed in varying fashions stand about. One ancient halfling leans against the base of the large ice statue of a mule, snoring blissfully. You also see the black Nasupel disk, the Draegos disk, an impish taiga spirit (flying), the Tawariell disk, the Kittai disk, a massive midnight black panther, the Eoghain disk, a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, a plain brass coffer, a chewy dark brown hermit bar, a chewy dark brown hermit bar, a thick frosted glass mug, a thick frosted glass mug, a vine-carved cherrywood cart with some stuff on it, a wide electrum arch, a rhimar trash receptacle, a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins, a carved ice bench with some stuff on it and a blanket of snow.
Also here: Great Lady Gillieath, Maven Brokkrsten, Pietra, Originator Oubar, Dardosei, Maylan, Sothog, Dinaden, Mylenna, High Lady Keriline, Master Barreaus, Maiden Tyrrah, Patriarch Eruheran, Laralana, Avalor, Zavala, Executrix Dirvy, Selaesia, Arnylon, Draegos, Cristivina, Grand Lord Rhangath, Tawariell, Kittai, Nyxanu (sitting), Quiklen, Eoghain
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west

Zavala says, "I'm exhausted and I didn't DO anything."

You recite softly:

"Please show your gratitude to Lady Gillieana"

Gillieath taps Arnylon lightly on his shoulder.

Gillieath quietly asks, "Do you follow Charl?"

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "Thank you for calling forth on your Lady."

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "I do."

Speaking to Gillieath, Oubar says, "Thank you very much."

Gillieath quietly says, "I think you will be needed."

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon asks, "For what....?"

Gillieath quietly says, "Something from the deep is required. My Lady said. For the Mayor... but right then the symbol of charl was raised."

Gillieath quietly says, "His Trident."

Cruxophim cocks his head at Arnylon.

Gillieath quietly says, "Just after she told us about the deep."

Gillieath quietly says, "Also... did anyone notice she said there was another Tome."

Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Dirvy says, "Not sure, but at least a path was laid."

Cruxophim gestures at some knee-high strapped black boots.

Cruxophim holds his two open hands before him, fingers splayed, as a brilliant white ball of light forms between them. When the ball glows so brightly that it begins to singe his skin, he unleashes the radiance before him and it instantaneously spreads throughout the entire area!

The radiant burst of light engulfs Laralana!

* Laralana drops dead at your feet!

A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!".

The radiant burst of light engulfs Gillieath!

* Gillieath drops dead at your feet!

A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!".

*lots more people hit or missed with the spell, edited out*

You hear someone laugh.

Cruxophim slowly notes, "Ooops."

Cruxophim frowns.

The Halfling deputy meanders in, with a number of weapon-wielding deputies behind him.

With great ease, the Halfling deputy grabs Cruxophim and shackles his wrists.

"There you are! I got a tip that I'd find you here," says the Halfling deputy.

The Halfling deputy then drags him off.

Methais asks, "What happened?"

Rhangath says, "Crux killed everyone."

Pietra says, "This bodes not well for ambassadoring."

Methais says, "Good job Crux."

The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, an artist's brush-shaped tendril of black smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of grey.

Tyrrah recites quietly:

"Can someone see to the wound Gillieath suffered?"

Gillieath quietly says, "Thank you."

Gillieath quietly says, "He is off."

Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, "I am sure it was accidental."

Speaking to you, Oubar says, "Probably."
"
Gillieath quietly asks, "Why did he leave?"

You quietly whisper to Eruheran, "Mularos."

Gillieath quietly says, "He could have healed people."

Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, "It was a lovely communion."

Gillieath quietly asks, "Did you notice she said there was another tome?"

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "Yes."

Gillieath quietly asks, "What other tome? Do you know?"

You shake your head.

Gillieath rubs Tyrrah tenderly.

Gillieath taps Arnylon lightly on his shoulder.

Arnylon peers quizzically at Gillieath.

Gillieath quietly says, "Arnylon, I think you should be part of whatever expedition goes seeking what can cure the Mayor."

* Cruxophim was just vaporized!

Gillieath quietly says, "I do not know why I feel it but I do."

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "I will accompany her. I just am not very comfortable beneath mountains."

Gillieath quietly says, "I do not think the cure is beneath mountains."

Gillieath quietly asks, "Did she say mountains?"

You nod at Gillieath.

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "Where dwarves dwell. That is either Zul Logoth or Teras."

The sky is filled with a blanket of low clouds, pale and unmoving. Sounds seem muffled and the air feels thick and takes on a quiet stillness.

Gillieath quietly asks, "Or in the deep?"

Gillieath quietly says, "For the cure."

Gillieath quietly asks, "Or a key?"

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, "That may mean temple Nelemar."

A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.

*lots of people knocked down by the wind*

Eruheran says, "Ready weapons."

Arnylon exclaims, "May the storm grow worse!"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Tawariell says, "I wonder if you made it happy with your chaos."

Gillieath quietly says, "I believe you can trust the part that Lady Lumnis said."

Cruxophim recites:

"Sorry all! If you were harmed or killed in that little accidental outburst, feel free to JOIN me."

You strain to call peaceful spirits to this place, but something seems to have frightened them away.

Draegos hoarsely says, "Aye, why else would it settle here? Where corpses are brought and raised. It's saturated in death."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Arnylon says, "You ruined my hair."

Gillieath looks thoughtfully at Cruxophim.

Gillieath taps Cruxophim lightly on his shoulder.

Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon asks, "Do you intend to seek the cure as well?"

Gillieath quietly says, "I wish you would have gone with the Mayor is Possessed theory."

Cruxophim grins at Gillieath.

Gillieath quietly says, "I have seen My Lady Lumnis this night."

Gillieath quietly says, "I need to go and give thanks and rest."

Gillieath quietly says, "This is most disconcerting."

*at this point people began wandering away from Town Center. A few more quakes and wind gust and the arch seemed to quiet. At one point an overwhelming feeling of the arch being "Happy" was felt*

Icemule TownHall Meeting, by the TownCrier - 1/14/18

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1702
Author: CANNEL
Date: 01/16/2018 05:21 PM EST
Subject: Icemule TownHall Meeting, by the TownCrier - 1/14/18

Tilamaires, 16 Lormesta 5018

From the desk of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

Borne from an idea hatched by Luxelle, I was privileged to host the first TownHall meeting in Icemule Trace on Restday. With many thanks to White Haven, as well as the panelists themselves and those who showed up to participate, I feel that the event was an unqualified success.

The whole point of the event was to share the knowledge that we had gained to this point, so that those who may have missed some of the recent occurrences could catch up, and also contribute their own insights. Fresh eyes are almost always useful in situations such as these, after all. To that end, I feel like we were able to both piece together a solid retelling of the events to this point, and also get some good ideas that might not have been addressed up until now.

I was most gratified to learn that Bandit Cleaver Kotin, in addition to serving on the panel admirably, also served as a scribe for this event. I shall attach his recounting to this entry, as I could not have done a better job had I tried.

A special thanks to the panelists for this event. If not for them sharing their time, wisdom, and knowledge, this event never would have come to fruition. Dirvy, Enestrie, Kilded, Arnylon, and Kotin... my deepest thanks to each of you for your ongoing efforts in protection of this town, and for taking time to come and speak at the TownHall.

****

Oubar recites:
"To start us off this evening, I would like to introduce tonight's panel: From left to right we have Lady Dirvy Britbane, the Chairwoman of ICICLE, Enestrie, High Priestess of Lorminstra and Lightweaver of House White Haven, Kilded, Arnylon, High Cleric of Charl, and Bandit Cleaver Kotin, the Founder of Rage Plate Do. I'd like to ask Dirvy to give us an overview of the events to this point."

Dirvy recites softly:
"The trouble seemed to begin with a small disk with an eye-shaped sigil on it, which formed in the middle of Town Center and strange orbs were seen around town and at the penitentiary. About the same time, the town was invaded by a variety of creatures. I confess I was on Teras this night, so I did not witness it myself."

Dirvy recites softly:
"It was soon after that we found out that Mayor Nihala was ill, and Deputy Mayor Hibbits would be handling a fair amount of her normal duties. It was also observed that the Deputy Mayor was acting strange, and he was seen with a shadow about his person at all times. This shadow seemed to shift or change every time we saw Deputy Mayor Hibbits, and when questioned about it, he seemed to be unable to see it. He was also unable to see the disk, the dome, the tower, or the arch."

Dirvy recites softly:
"Deputy Mayor Hibbits expressed his concern about the Mayor's health, and Kilded was chosen to investigate. He entered the Mayoral residence and spoke to the Mayor for a time. He and others looking in through the window, witnessed a strange shadow in the room with her. And later, Kilded reported he had seen a similar shadow about the Mayor's person."

Dirvy recites softly:
"The Mayor told him about a tome she found locked away in a safe in Clovertooth Hall, and showed it to him. It was called "A History of Ancient Sorcery Recorded by Daukhera Darkflorr". He reported that the tome was locked, but the Mayor admitted to reading it and learning about ancient magicks."

Dirvy recites softly:
"Shortly after his visit with the Mayor, Kilded was observed with a similar shadow about his person, his hair began thinning and falling out, and he seemed to begin aging at an accelerated rate."

(Dirvy gestures towards Kilded, drawing your attention toward him.)

Dirvy recites softly:
"Enestrie was also similarly affected, when Mayor Nihala died under mysterious circumstances, and she went to restore her life. Enestrie's skin took on a blue hue."

(Dirvy motions toward Enestrie, her bluish skin is visible even at a distance.)

Dirvy recites softly:
"Throughout the next several days and weeks, Icemule was invaded by a wide variety of creatures, the Mayor continued to study the tome, and strange apparitions were occasionally seen in Icemule. They would often speak to those close enough to hear. Once such apparition bid the witnesses to learn from it and not to fear."

Dirvy recites softly:
"The apparitions would sometimes travel near the orbs that are seen about town and the penitentiary, then would travel back to the disk at Town Center. However, it was observed that when this happened, the apparitions would be absorbed into the disk itself, and some unknown energy would transform the disk. From a disk into a dome, then into a tower, then an arch. The orbs also seemed to move, and some were quite dangerous to be near."

Dirvy recites softly:
"I attempted to heal the Mayor of her affliction, but while my mind was connected to the Mayor, I had a vision. I heard tormented wailing and maniacal laughter. I saw shadows shrouding Mayor Nihala's soul, forests that resemebled Pinefar, and once our minds were separated, the tome she held was on the snowy ground. Unlike Kilded and Enestrie, I do not seem to be suffering from any ill effects from being near the Mayor or the tome."

Dirvy recites softly:
"Later, we found out there was a bounty on the Mayor and the tome. It was around this time that Deputy Mayor Hibbits fled Icemule, after he failed to control summoning magicks, during a training exercise. The leader of a group called Far Market tried to claim the bounty by burning down the Mayor's home. The leader was later killed when she tried to read from the tome."

Dirvy recites softly:
"As many have probably seen by now, the disk turned arch seems to house a vision of an imprisoned figure. They have been most vocal about their imprisonment, issuing threats and begging for release, and sending forth creatures through the arch to attack the town."

Dirvy recites softly:
"The Mayor recently put the tome on display within a magickal cage for people to read, and there is still an odd shadow lingering near Clovertooth Hall that has shifted from a towering shadow to a spherical one."

Dirvy recites softly:
"So, as you can see, Icemule has had quite a lot to deal with in the last two months."

Oubar recites:
"And now to introduce the rest of our panel. If you would, as I indicate you, please give us a few words about your involvement to this point"

Enestrie softly says, "My role started with the restoration of Mayor Nihala's life after mysterious circumstances caused her death in her own cottage. Upon raising our dear Mayor, I learned of her addiction to the tome written by Daukhera Darkflorr which I found was strangely bound to her, and vice versa. Nihala was able to rip a page out of that tome and give it to me for safekeeping. Since then, I have sought answers about the message on that tome page, the cure for Nihala's failing health, and to halt the attacks of innocents in Icemule by the orbs, the vortex, the bandit group calling themselves Far Market, and invading creatures of all sorts."

Enestrie softly says, "My affliction has been the least of my worries."

Enestrie softly says, "And I rather like the white streak that has appeared in my hair as well."

Kilded recites:
"I'm a newer resident if Icemule - but as Dirvy said - I was choosen to see the Mayor first. Upon checking in with her I was afflicted with this terrible shadow and it has aged me considerably and caused my hair to fall out. Since then, I've participated in many of the invasions of our town by this evil force. I'm looking to figure out some answers and help rid this town of the plague."

Arnylon says, "Hello, I'm Arnylon, cleric of Charl and Historian of ICICLE, and use my own nickname for the position of Keeper of the Mouldy Scrolls. I've helped with invasion training and the subsequent chaos it caused. I have been involved in trying to figure out the origin of the tome and how to cure the affliction of Nihala."

You recite:
"I am Kotin, Philosopher of War. My role in these recent events has been one of working to understand the threats against us and looking for solutions to those threats. My hypothesis has adapted as new information has come to light. However, I believe that I am the only ones, if it not the only one NOT advocating for the destruction of the Tome. I look forward to sharing my work tonight."

Oubar recites:
"Thank you all very much. I will now open the room, and would ask that people whisper their questions to me. Once I have the next question, I will call the room to order once more, ask it, and we shall proceed that way. Please remember to indicate to whom your question is directed."

Oubar asks, "The question is for Dirvy. Has ICICLE received any information about the occupants of the penitentiary to this point?"

Dirvy softly says, "The last we heard, Deputy Mayor Hibbits had sent a missive to the Warden, who was traveling. At this time, we have not received word from the Warden to my knowledge, and we still have no confirmation about who may be occupying the penitentiary."

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Enestrie. What was the riddle you were given, and have you made any headway on it?"

Enestrie softly says, "Primeval power long ago forbidden With simplest words can be unhidden."

Enestrie softly says, "This is the riddle on the tome page I received from Nihala."

Enestrie softly says, "We have some theories."

Enestrie softly says, "But nothing concrete as of yet."

Oubar nods understandingly at Enestrie.

Enestrie softly says, "Although."

Enestrie softly says, "It could lead us to Pinefar, the sarcophagus there, and perhaps a dirty deal."

Enestrie softly says, "That is all I can share at this time."

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Dirvy: Should something befall the Mayor, is ICICLE in a position to assume gubernatorial affairs?"

Dirvy softly says, "That is a difficult question for me to answer. At this time, Deputy Mayor Hibbits would be the likely person to assume responsibility, but given that he has fled Icemule, ICICLE could temporarily assume the responsibility, if necessary."

The North Gate Guard stumbles in, looking a bit inebriated!

Speaking sarcastically to a North Gate guard, Oubar says, "Right on time."

Oubar recites:
"And the last member of our panel, punctual as always, our own North Gate Guard."

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Arny: Has there been any information uncovered about the background or origin of this Far Market organization?"

Arnylon says, "As of yet the information we've been given is that Hibbits made a deal with them. They used to be known as the Fair Market but changed their name."

Arnylon says, "Speculation abounds, but not much concrete information is out there. The only thing based upon the attacks on the town that we do know is this: They are extremely determined."

A North Gate guard laughs and chugs his ale.

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar says, "I'd invite you to help yourself to the cart, but it seems you brought your own."

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Kotin: What is the function of the Bandit Cleavers, and in your experience with bandits, do you believe those who claim to represent the Far Market are typical in their behavior?"

You recite:
"The Bandit Cleavers of Elanthia are here to serve the people by making trade routes safe from robber, cutthroats and bandits. Those representing the Far Market appear to be more organized than the common bandit along the Trails. "

You recite:
"Though I feels that some have infiltrated our ranks"

Speaking deeply to you, Olgretien asks, "The ranks of the townsfolk?"

You turn to face Oubar.

Oubar pounds his fist on the podium, and calls for order.

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Arnylon: Have you found anything that might link the riddle or the Far Market itself to the results of the recent commune attempt?"

At the mention of the word "commune," a faint, off-white mist drifts into the area, lingering around you and in your clothing.

Arnylon says, "I can say several of us travelled to Zul Logoth last evening to seek a key to either the tome or the riddle. A key of sorts was obtained. However, it remains to be seen if we either have the correct key or if it will open the tome. I will not speculate on whether it is related to the Far Market. Frankly, we do not know."

Oubar recites:
"We have our next couple of questions, so I'll be silencing the room until they're all satisfied, then open it back up"

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar asks, "The next question is for you, Sir. I don't believe I ever got your name?"

A North Gate guard asks, "Who?"

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar asks, "You. What is your name?"

A North Gate guard leans back in his chair. creaak

A North Gate guard says, "Oh! Hah."

A North Gate guard says, "The name's Dex, but the ladies call me Pex."

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar asks, "The question is: Are you being proactive in the town's defense by increasing patrols around town and ensuring the safety of its townspeople?"

A North Gate guard says, "I patrol the path from the gate to the tavern. Not much been happening there, really."

Speaking sarcastically to a North Gate guard, Oubar says, "Well, that's a relief, at least."

A North Gate guard exclaims, "Can you believe we used to charge people to go through the gate?!"

Oubar recites:
"The next question is for Kilded: Has your affliction prevented you from day to day activities, and do you believe the tome to be an evil thing?"

Kilded recites:
"Nope. Still bashing heads as usual and helping Kotin with the cleaving of bandits. I do believe the tome to be evil, and I believe it has both brought waves of evil monsters and infiltrated the minds of some of the people in town as well."

Oubar recites:
"The next question is for Dirvy: When the tome has been moved or encased or touched, all kinds of hideous creatures invade the town. At what point do we lock it away with whatever magic is available and stop this destruction?"

Dirvy softly says, "I do not think locking the tome away is the answer. I am of the opinion that the tome is not necessarily evil. I think it is a recording of events that may have transpired, and within it is written some very powerful words, that when read, seems to wreak havoc. I think our course of action should be to try to unravel the clue Enestrie has, figure out why the prisoner is imprisoned, why the Far Market want this tome, and how we can use it to control what is happening here."

A North Gate guard has a moment of drunken insight. "Hibbits!" he shouts.

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar says, "I don't believe he's here..."

A North Gate guard asks, "I didn't say he was... or did I?"

Oubar recites:
"The next question is for Arnylon: Considering the determination of the Far Market bandits to obtain the tome, this suggests they know its value. Is it possible they have a buyer?"

Arnylon says, "Their apparent leader flat out stated that the Far Market was commissioned to obtain the tome. For who or what, we have no idea. I'm of the opinion if we could discover that information, it would definitely help us in our dealings with the Far Market."

A North Gate guard says, "Hibbits..."

Oubar recites:
"The next question is for Enestrie: Word around town is that you went on a bit of a trip recently? Could you tell us what sent you on that trip, and how it went?"

Enestrie softly says, "Patriarch Eruheran, Arnylon, Mylenna and I travelled to the Dragonspine Fane."

Enestrie softly says, "And we were able to climb the Ancient Passage, pay tribute to our Patrons, and procur a few symbols."

Enestrie softly says, "This was done at the urging of an entity during the communion."

Enestrie softly says, "And we were successful in obtaining the symbols, however."

Enestrie softly says, "We have not put them to use yet."

Oubar recites:
"This one is for Dirvy: Will there ever be a time when the tome will be read to the townsfolk as a way to promote a community effort to find answers to the troubles plaguing the town?"

Some people in the crowd yell "BOOOOOOO" at the question, but the noise is hastily shushed!

Dirvy softly says, "I think reading from the tome is quite dangerous, as has been observed when the Mayor read from it one night, near the arch in Town Center. The Mayor has admitted to being compelled to read from the tome, and it has been theorized that this may be a cause for the creatures invading Icemule. I think others who are not skilled in reading magickal records should not have free access to the tome, for their safety and the safety of the town."

Speaking softly to a North Gate guard, Dirvy scolds, "Try to remember that you are a representative of Icemule and act accordingly."

A North Gate guard mumbles something about off duty.

Speaking softly to a North Gate guard, Dirvy whispers aloud, "One is never off-duty, when one serves the town."

Oubar recites:
"The first question is for Arnylon: When the tome was encased in black marble, was this done with Ronan in mind to entrap the books influence?"

Arnylon says, "I don't know whether Ronan was the main focus there. We are attempting to deal with a magical item we know little about. I feel that it is necessary to try many things if at all possible in the hopes of protecting the town and avoiding its destruction."

Oubar recites:
"The next question is for Enestrie: Could this tome be a part of a whole book which was used upon the days of the Undead War?"

Enestrie softly says, "I simply do not know. It is possible, but without knowing the entire contents of the book, I will not speculate."

Oubar recites:
"This question is for Dirvy: Who's taking care of Hibbits?"

Dirvy softly says, "I cannot say too much about the Deputy Mayor's whereabouts, only that he is safe for now, and ICICLE is prepared to defend him. He is being hunted by the Far Market, because of a blood oath he made to them, to turn over the tome, and failing that, he is now a marked man."

A North Gate guard mumbles, "Hibbits..." Then he shouts, "Hibbits! He's here, in town! Been hiding. Bad deal, that Hibbits. Made a bad deal. Or good deal? Hmmm, pex." The guard stares at himself narcissistically.

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Oubar asks, "Did you say he's in town?"

A North Gate guard sits up straight and looks around the room. "There!" He points at a cloaked figure near the exit. The figure exits abruptly!

A North Gate guard says, "Far Market, deal, Hibbits, ya know the gossip in the tavern."

Speaking to a North Gate guard, Arnylon says, "That likely was someone's cloaked demon. We've enough rumors in town without your help."

Speaking softly to a North Gate guard, Enestrie says, "That will be quite enough out of you."

Sothog says, "Or a Far Market spy, perhaps."

Oubar recites:
"This final question is for Dirvy: What comes next? What is the best choice for the townsfolk who wish to help in some way? What's our best guess as to what's coming next?"

Dirvy softly says, "ICICLE welcomes anyone who wants to help us and the townspeople figure out the mysteries that plague us, or who may have information on any of the things discussed tonight. If I had to guess, I would say we have not seen the last of Far Market. If there is indeed a buyer for the tome, they will not give up so easily. And their leader was killed for it, so they will likely return for their revenge. And while Hibbits may have made a bad deal with these people, we do not know all the circumstances under which it was made, and I would ask that you restrain yourselves from passing judgmnet on him too quickly."

Dirvy softly says, "I also ask that you be patient, while those of us who are working on figuring out what all of this means, continue to seek answers and not hinder us in any way."

Oubar recites:
"With that, folks, we've come to the end of our time here. I want to thank the panelists for their time and insight, you all for your questions and patience, and White Haven for hosting us!"

Winter Storyline: A ward for the Warden. 1.19.18

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1707
Author: LUGUBRIOUS1
Date: 01/20/2018 04:59 PM EST
Subject: Winter Storyline: A ward for the Warden. 1.19.18

**This is insanely long even editedWARNING**

A blinding flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies.

Rioja asks, "Orbs elemental, yeah?"

Oubar gazes up into the heavens.

Rioja says, "And affinity.."

Dirvy softly asks, "'there are 5 orbs?"

Oubar says, "Four in town, one in the penitentiary."

Speaking to Dirvy, Oubar asks, "Any further word on who might be in the penitentiary?"

Dirvy softly asks, "Have we considered the orbs may hold whatever it is the Eight hid away? We are assuming there are only four elements, but is it possible there is a fifth?"

Kilded gets close to the yellowed tome, but is blocked by a magical barrier around it.

Speaking softly to Dirvy, Enestrie says, "Maybe a 5th, yes."

Kotin says, "You are also assuming they are elements."

Kotin asks, "Have you considered that they may be spheres of magic?"

Kotin says, "That would widen the powers available to seal the vortex."

Speaking to Kotin, you say, "It's possible."

Kotin says, "However, the my not even be spheres of magic we are accostumed to."

Kotin says, "For the riddle does indicate that the power was long ago forbidden."

Dirvy softly asks, "And it mentions a key. Perhaps the pieces that are hidden form the key or item?"

Kotin says, "So we may be looking for artifacts with varios spheres of magics that were long ago forbidden."
Kotin says, "And with a simple word, can become unhidden."

Lopsopod softly says, "Necromancy was forbidden, if I recall."

A sleek grey fox says, "The study of Necromancy, even public, continues to this day."
Speaking to Dirvy, Zailon says, "I do things."
Speaking softly to Zailon, Dirvy asks, "Do you think it would be possible for you to try to phase one of the spheres?"
Speaking softly to a sleek grey fox, Lopsopod says, "Indeed it dows."
.
Zailon nods at Dirvy.
Lopsopod softly says, "Does, rather."

Speaking softly to Zailon, Dirvy says, "It might be quite dangerous."

Dirvy softly says, "Excuse me a moment."
Dirvy softly says, "Or feel free to come along."
>w
[Icemule Trace, East Road - 2426]
A pair of guards lean back against the archway of the bright blue building housing the Icemule Trace branch of the First Elanith Bank. One guard seems to be dozing on his stool, while the other keeps a close and wary eye on the traffic flowing past. You also see an inky black kitten, a bushy-tailed chipmunk, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten, the Dirvy disk, a red-eyed sewer rat, a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around, a crackling flawless glass orb resting on a low tri-pronged electrum stand and an old beer barrel with a pair of sable shoes on it.
Also here: Ceyrin, Kasparaitis, Lord Zailon, Executrix Dirvy
Obvious paths: east, south, west

Dirvy glances at Zailon and quirks an eyebrow in his direction.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...
Zailon gestures at a crackling flawless glass orb resting on a low tri-pronged electrum stand.
Nothing happens.

Dirvy softly says, "So, he is unable to phase it."

Dirvy softly says, "If they do hold pieces of the key, we would have to find out a different way to get them. Though, this is just a theory."

Speaking to Enestrie, Rioja says, "And others, when they were killed by the arch when Kotin passed thru it, were thought to have died in far off lands when in fact their bodies laid here."

Enestrie softly says, "And that is only one case of teleportation."

Kotin says, "No."

Speaking to Rioja, you ask, "Far off like where?"

Kotin says, "The souls of some dead were sent to Teras."

Speaking to you, Rioja says, "Their souls were said to have died in Teras Isle."

Speaking to Rioja, you say, "Interesting."

Rioja says, "At the moment of death."

Rioja says, "But there he laid, here in the center."

Speaking softly to Rioja, Dirvy says, "There is a chill in the air that is different than other nights."

You say, "To the hall first."

Kotin whispers to the group, "To clovertooth."

You whisper, "I'm standing outside of it." to your group.

The guard captain cries out, "Where is the one who took the tome from its stand a few minutes ago?!"

You say, "I held it but did not take it."

Lopsopod just arrived.

You exclaim, "Him. He did it!"

You point at Lopsopod.
You cower away from Lopsopod.

Lopsopod softly asks, "Eh?"
Lopsopod's face turns slightly pale.

Speaking to Lopsopod, Joness exclaims, "You's famous!"

Zavala says, "Infamous, perhaps."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Kilded says, "He was wondering who was able to grab the tome."

Speaking softly to Kilded, Lopsopod says, "It were me."

The guard captain replies, "Fetch him so he may face him penalty!"

Laralana says, "He's fetched."
Laralana asks, "Gallows?"

Dirvy softly says, "It was an honest mistkae."

Speaking to Lopsopod, you exclaim, "RUN!"

Joness exclaims, "He's facins him's penalties!"
Joness gasps.

Speaking softly to you, Lopsopod asks, "But to where?"

Enestrie softly says, "He did not mean to take it."

Rioja says, "Anywhere but here."

Speaking to Lopsopod, you say, "Behind Laralana."

Lopsopod softly exclaims, "I merely wanted to test the defenses of the tome... like many here!"

The guard asks the crowd, "What shall his punishment be for disturbing the tome? He may have brought destruction to our town!"

Speaking to Lopsopod, Joness asks, "Did it has ancient secrets to meteors swarms in it? Forbiddens tart recipes? ANCIENT HALFLING LOVE SONGS?"

Enestrie softly exclaims, "Yes, we were testing defenses!"

Kilded yells, "Death!"

Laralana asks, "Hanging? Banishment?"

Kilded yells, "Death!"

Lopsopod softly says, "No, this is not equitible."

Kilded yells, "Death!"

Laralana exclaims, "Something really awful!!!!"

Joness exclaims, "His punishments should be makins lots of baked goods for us!"

Oubar says, "The tome has shown that it has a mind of its own. It wasn't his fault."

Eruheran says, "10 licks of the ice statue."

Enestrie softly says, "First offense is usually a warning."

Speaking softly to Kilded, Lopsopod says, "You are a betrayer."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Kilded says, "I just kidding."

You say, "I think we should promote him to Protector of Icemule if such a dangerous item was so easily acquired."

Suddenly, a large group of cudgel-waving townsmen come barreling in. They wrestle Lopsopod to the ground and drag him off, chanting something about a hanging!

Boudicea exclaims, "No! Mercy for him!"

Rarr casts her vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Kasparaitis quietly says, "Well."

Rioja says, "They took him."

Kotin yells, "Lopsopod!"

(running to where we located Lopsopod)

A narrow house juts into the street, as though pushed off its foundation by the expanding gaming hall to the southwest. You step carefully along the cobblestones and try not to glance into the open window at street level. You also see a squalid canvas pavilion.
Also here: Originator Oubar, Lady Rarr, Lopsopod

Speaking softly to Rarr, Lopsopod exclaims, "It was not more than any others have done!"

Lopsopod softly says, "I have something to say."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Joness exclaims, "This is somes court!"

You say, "How can you hang him? Nobody said not to grab the Tome."

Kotin yells, "He has done no crime ... much less a number of them!"

Speaking to Lopsopod, Oubar says, "I recommend you make it a LONG speech."

Kilded exclaims, "DEATH!"

Kilded exclaims, "He has doomed our town!"

A soft looking town official says, "Very well. Let the sentence be carried out." The official nods to a burly guard, who reaches for a rope that is attached to the gallows' false floor.

Zavala asks, "Did he even get a trial?"

Eruheran asks, "Who's authority is this happening under?"

Speaking to Lopsopod, Joness says, "I has to say that this isn't whats I had in minds for readins the tome."

Lopsopod softly exclaims, "I received no trial!"

You stop your action short, pondering that messing with Lopsopod could cause trouble.

You exclaim, "Stop!"

Dirvy softly asks, "What sort of judgment is this?"

Rarr exclaims, "Hang the heretic!"

Lopsopod softly exclaims, "I returned the tome!"

Kilded exclaims, "Death death death death!"

(We seem to be a rather bloodthirsty lot, as many a mob should be.)

Enestrie yells, "Stop!"

A burly guard pulls hard on a rope that is attached to the gallows' false floor. The false floor drops away, and Lopsopod falls quickly through it. Just before the fall comes to an end, you see Lopsopod's neck snap like a twig!

Lopsopod's body sways back and forth for a bit.

* Lopsopod drops dead at your feet!

(Ya ain't from 'round here are ya' boy. We hangs folks ain't from 'round here) or.. (Looks like a good day for a hangin')

You say, "He may have taken the tome. I held it. I do not think anyone here has not tried at one point or another to read it. This is crazy."

(running to where the corpse of Lopsopod wound up in the end)

Thick stone walls frame a wide, wooden gate. A vaulted stone archway provides some cover from the weather, which is often inclement so close to the glaciers. The packed earth pathway skirting the town's walls gives way to a cobbled street in the same dark grey stone as the lower half of the walls. You also see a shifting portal, a sleek grey fox, a South Gate guard, a massive mahogany wagon with iron-framed glass windows, the South Gate and a snowbank.
Also here: Executrix Dirvy, Lord Zailon, Kasparaitis, Mylenna, Kilded, Laralana, Joness, Zavala, Enestrie, Rioja, Great Lord Jalodg, Lady Rarr, the body of Lopsopod who is lying down

Speaking to Lopsopod, Rioja asks, "Is that the most interesting death you've had to date?"

The ghostly voice of Lopsopod softly says, "Oh..."

(chanted raising of the corpse)

Lopsopod softly asks, "Why?"

Lopsopod softly asks, "Why was I thusly betrayed?"

Speaking to Lopsopod, you say, "I can't help but think this was my fault."

Speaking softly to Rarr, Lopsopod says, "You called most vociferously for my death."

Speaking softly to Lopsopod, Dirvy says, "I will speak to the Mayor for you. I do not believe you had nefarious intentions, when you took the tome from its pedestal."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Rarr says, "Of course."

Rarr cackles deep in her throat, her voice rising in chilling laughter.

Speaking to Lopsopod, Ceyrin says, "Clearly you shouldn't have touched the book."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Rarr exclaims, "Lord Sheru revels in death!"

Speaking to Lopsopod, Joness exclaims, "She has a scary tattoos!"

Speaking amusedly to Dirvy, Ceyrin offers, "Maybe he touched it too much."

Speaking melodically to Lopsopod, Jalodg asks, "That Tomesy is serious businesses, alright?"

Speaking to Lopsopod, you say, "Some good did come of this."

Speaking to Lopsopod, Kotin says, "She in cahoots with the witch ... I thinks contact with the Tome has veiled her ... osmehow."

Bellaja commands, "As if there's such a thing."

Speaking softly to Ceyrin, Dirvy asks, "We are still talking about the tome, yes?"

Rioja says, "Touched it enough to turn the page and we can have more clues."

Speaking slowly to Dirvy, Ceyrin replies, ". . . yes."

Lopsopod softly says, "My neck is rather sore."

Brokkrsten says, "Well, yah, you were hanged..."

(moving back outside Clovertooth Hall)

A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see the Gnaeusprimus disk, a pernicious forest spirit that is flying around, a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a caged pedestal seated atop a marble base with a yellowed tome on it, a rotating spherical shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.

Pale, swirling mist begins to billow out from nothingness before you, and quickly coalesces into a small orb of shifting essence. Suddenly, the orb expands and forms an elliptical portal of swirling blues and blacks, its edges shrouded in dancing blue-white mist.
Another brilliant purple flare sails into the sky above Clovertooth Hall! A voice yells, "Hurry up y'all!"

(ummm...We are already HERE!)

Lopsopod softly asks, "Anyone mind if I HANG around ?"

Speaking to a cloaked figure, Joness exclaims, "You's my bodyguard!"

Speaking melodically to Lopsopod, Jalodg asks, "Maybes stays on the leashy for a whiles, ok?"

Speaking to Lopsopod, Bellaja says, "It's really a better fate than the stocks."

Ceyrin says, "Or being tar and feathered."

Speaking to Lopsopod, you say, "You grew three sizes today."

(something odd happening to the tome that is back in its rightful place upon the pedestal)
(The tome does not seem happy.)

Bellaja says, "Oh.."

Lopsopod softly says, "Oh my."

Oubar whispers to the group, "We're all gonna die."

You glance at a yellowed tome on a caged pedestal seated atop a marble base.

Ceyrin asks, "It doesn't normally do that, right?"

Boudicea says, "Well that can't be good."

Speaking to Ceyrin, you ask, "What is normal for the tome?"

Enestrie softly says, "It normally does not do that."

Speaking to Ceyrin, Oubar says, "On occasion."

Speaking to you, Ceyrin says, "Beats me. I've been in Solhaven for the past month."

The pages of the tome flip quickly of their own accord as if whipped by the wind, and settle of their own accord on a new entry!

The tome is clearly visible beneath the bars of the caged pedestal. It has been opened to the first page. On the left side is a collection of dense, unintelligible text. The text seems to be truly random, being of different colors and written in different directions. On the right side of the spine is a glowing purple sigil in the shape of an eye. You cannot escape the feeling that the eye is looking directly back at you...

There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:

16 Eorgina 3013

The electrum dome has almost been extinguished, thanks to the tireless work of the Eight. We do have the {incomprehensible}, but that brings its own perils, and would require Council approval to enact. Should the Troubles ever return, the Eight have labored to secret away the tool necessary to counter them. Each has placed a portion of the whole in a location chosen by affinity {incomprehensible}...

(an oopsy and an askance that the entry is NEW)

You exclaim, "Wow, that's a new page!"

Your jaw drops.

Joness exclaims, "Fancy!"

Enestrie softly says, "Wow."

Enestrie softly says, "So this is a new page."

Enestrie softly says, "Everyone read it."

Enestrie softly says, "My goodness."

Enestrie softly asks, "So what eight pieces?"

You say, "I believe that's what we need to discover."

Rioja asks, "How many orbs do we have here in town?"

Enestrie softly says, "5."

Rioja asks, "Any elsewhere?"

Speaking softly to Rarr, Lopsopod says, "That really gets me rather intrigued."

The tome ANGRILY flutters to a NEW page, lights again splaying from around it into the air.

(danged adventurers - is anything REALLY new to them? Well... YES)

In the Common language, it reads:

Begin your quest at the peak of the Pinnacle. Seek out the tomb from before the time of Dreams. 'Neath its slumber shall you find the Home. From the Home venture forth in the deepest of ways, plumbing the depths of the darkest nightmare. My piece of the Whole comes at a price for the seeker. A part of yourself shall you leave behind, for knowledge of this sort always has its price.

Lopsopod softly exclaims, "Another page!"

Fromer exclaims, "It learns new tricks!"

You say, "Aenatumgana."

Lopsopod softly says, "Oh yes, Aenatumgnaa."

You ask, "Beneath? I wonder if that's the Cavern of the Drake or at the base of the Great Mountain?"

Lopsopod softly says, "Or however you say it."

Speaking softly to you, Lopsopod asks, "Is that not the deepest part?"

Bellaja thoughtfully repeats, "The home.."

You say, "The pinnacle would seem to indicate Aenatumgana. But there are also the Sleeping Lady Mountains..."

Lopsopod softly exclaims, "Oh!"

Dirvy blinks at a trapped wisp of life essence.

Speaking to himself, Ceyrin says, "Well, I was wondering what that shadow was going to do."

You ask, "Is that where we think it means?"

Speaking to you, Rioja says, "Only one way to know."

Brokkrsten says, "Prolly."

You take a few steps back as the tome sends several puffs of magic into the sky, igniting it in reds and purples amidst the howling winds of the blizzard.

Joness says, "Here's my's theories."

Bellaja asks, "So.. the Lake of Tears?"

(turns out that the quiet one was correct...wait for it)

Brokkrsten asks, "Feel like climbin?"

Rioja asks, "That's to go there, yeah?"

Joness says, "I believins the secrets is those Sorceror roses."

Fromer exclaims, "Built in fireworks too!"

Joness says, "You's gets lots of fancy visions ands the like."

Lopsopod softly asks, "Is there a quest to go to the mountain?"

You say, "The tome appears very agitated this evening."

Rioja asks, "Who of us is willing to pay the price for that knowledge?"

Enestrie whispers to the group, "I think Mt Aenatuguma, I know not how to pronounce it."

The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down! (angry magical artifacts have all the fun)

You say, "Here or Town center."

The East Gate Guard yells, "Help me! It's happening again!"

(Insert Chariots of Fire theme. Off to the East Gate we scamper.)

A chill wind blows down from beyond the glacier, rustling the sparse clumps of grass along the ground. The high walls of Icemule Trace tower overhead, muffling the noises of the town beyond. You also see an East Gate guard and a tall gate.
Also here: A whole gaggle of us.

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Fromer exclaims, "What is it!"

Speaking to an East Gate guard, you say, "Too much ale."

An East Gate guard exclaims, "Did you see that?!"

Joness exclaims, "Lex! You's crazies and drinkins!"

An East Gate guard says, "Something is coming..."

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Oubar asks, "No?"

Speaking to an East Gate guard, you say, "Fireworks."

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Ceyrin says, "You might want to stand up then."

(giggling. Everyone's a critic.)

Speaking to Rarr, Rioja says, "We're all in this."

You hear what sounds like a rushing river... or perhaps a stampede...

Bellaja says, "Oh my."

You [Local]: "Incoming!"

Speaking to an East Gate guard, you say, "Protect us."

Laralana says, "This isn't going to end well."

Bellaja says, "If only I had the power of levitation."

Kilded [Local]: "East gate!"

A sloshing blue djinn gushes noisily as it forms from a whirling watery vortex!

(lots of other bad things come. TONS of casting, punching, kicking, gnashing of teeth, hurtled spells, whining, etc. The East Gate Guard never loses his cool and watches it all, nor is he ever deterred from his duties.)

Lex smiles faintly and says to Scri, "You should consider becoming a citizen."

An East Gate guard exclaims, "SAVE ME!"

Speaking to an East Gate guard, you say, "RUN."

An East Gate guard screams!

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Fromer says, "YOUR supposed to save US."

With a sharp cry, a lesser snow yeti suddenly charges in on his forelimbs!

A pool of molten glaes seeps out from the ground beneath your feet. Suddenly, it rises up and coalesces into a molten lava morph!

A fissure opens in the ground and a molten clay soldier slowly rises before you!

(Not all survived the onslaught. Triage was begun.)

(People who search things abnormally fast begin to take serious damage from the fire-based creatures. Patience is a virtue.)

Eruheran recites:

"Don't search them"

A massive boulder comes barrelling into view, abruptly rolls to a stop, and rises into the form of a living boulder!

The air heats up as a bright red burning faerie comes whirling in, spitting flames in every direction!

(Many more get seriously injured or dead from their abnormally speedy penchant for searching things that are extremely molten.)

Eruheran recites:

"Do not search them"

You are buffeted by the dark ethereal waves, and knocked to the ground.
You are pinned in place, unable to move.

Bellaja asks, "Faeries?"

A dull orange firethorn sapling shambles in.

A hunch-backed dhe'nari hag comes running in!

('Ware the Dhe'nari.)

A bloodthirsty vampiric vruul comes running in!

(Is there any other kind?)

Bellaja asks, "Is anyone leading?"

You recite:

"Join me please"

An East Gate guard exclaims, "I can't handle this! It gives me anxiety!"

Speaking to an East Gate guard, you say, "You should drink more."

An East Gate guard says, "I'm just going to let them on through."

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Fromer says, "Go hide then."

Bellaja says, "I'd hate to hurt you all."

Zavala says, "Please don't."

Speaking to an East Gate guard, Ceyrin says, "You're the worst guard ever . . . of all time."

(Many more creatures show. More fighting. Lava husks begin piling up into a virtual impenetrable barrier.)

(We are informed there are creatures inside town. Time to try and save what we can.)

You say, "Moving."

(Inside town. More fighting.)

Jalodg melodically exclaims, "No one sneaks pasts I's!"

Eruheran says, "More west."

(We go west.)

(More fighting, west again.)

(Surprisingly, more fighting and west again.)

(Crispy people still looting fire-based creatures. Lots dead. The charnel smell is sickening, but also strangely sweet.)

You ask, "Back to the gate?" (We currently are in town center.)

The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!

(Perhaps we'll remain here.)

The sprite on Feindor's shoulder says, "Oooh, LOOK at the STARS! They're beautiful!" *Yes they are. Too bad the poor fellow is quite dead.*

Jalodg melodically asks, "Maybe backs to gates?"

Speaking to Feindor, Rarr says, "That sprite lies."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Hold here, youngsters."

Ceyrin whispers to the group, "Why defend such an exposed position?"

Speaking softly to Feindor, Dirvy says, "Poor thing. It is not safe in town."

(I'm pretty sure him being dead already clued him in.)

(We go east since there are more unchecked creatures within town.)

A pair of guards lean back against the archway of the bright blue building housing the Icemule Trace branch of the First Elanith Bank. One guard seems to be dozing on his stool, while the other keeps a close and wary eye on the traffic flowing past. You also see an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, an anamorphous earth spirit, a crackling flawless glass orb resting on a low tri-pronged electrum stand and an old beer barrel.
Also here: A ton of people.

XXXXXX swings a perfect steel maul at an anamorphous earth spirit!

(More fighting.)

(A few fall. Lots more to follow.)

* Jalodg was just put on ice!
* Zavala was just put on ice!
* Laralana was just put on ice!
* Mylenna was just put on ice!
* Lopsopod was just put on ice!

(Things at this point are not as optimal as could be hoped.)

Speaking coolly to Lopsopod, Ceyrin observes, "This time it wasn't a rope."

The ghostly voice of Lopsopod softly says, "Why is it always my neck lately? Hanging... getting chopped...."

Bellaja says, "Goodness. Look at the dead."

Ceyrin glances at a sentient void walker.

Dirvy glares at a sentient void walker.

(And still... More fighting. The dead are whisked away.)

You say, "Oh bodies gone."

You say, "Moving."

Dirvy softly says, "Likely the creatures are feeding the orbs."

(Outside the East Gate yet again. It's time to become master of the obvious.)

You say, "Ok nothing here."

Ceyrin says, "All the more reason to prevent them from making contact and defending the walls, I would think."

You say, "The guard is gone."

Speaking to Dirvy, Bellaja says, "Something isn't right for sure."

You say, "Moving to south gate then in from there."

Bellaja glances at a large pool.

Ceyrin glances at a large pool.

(Still in obvious mode.)

You say, "It's water."

You whisper, "You can drink it." to your group.

>drink pool
Ahhh... that's refreshing!

>drink pool
Ahhh... that's refreshing!

>drink pool
Ahhh... that's refreshing!

Speaking to you, Diablic asks, "You sure its drinking water?"

Ceyrin says, "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."

(Hey, nobody said the person leading had to be intelligent. Back to Town Center.)

Spontae says, "Dont see any badguys."

You ask, "Which way?"

(Oopsie. Right here.)

A hovering reflective anomaly asks, "Aren't we friends?"

The anomaly is like a large, oblong mirror suspended in the air. Within it you see the faint reflection of a face, though the face is not yours.
The reflective anomaly is tiny in size.
The anomaly should prove to be a difficult challenge for you.

You gaze through the swirling vortex and see...

The swirling energies within the vortex move frenetically in random directions. The entire tableau is one of barely-contained power, as the very space within the arch seems to vibrate with wild energy. Streaks of purple spanning the entire spectrum of luminosity flick back and forth throughout the churning darkness. You also see a slumped slender form heavily encased in veil iron shackles.
Obvious paths: none

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Bellaja says, "Hmm."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Fromer says, "Your rather anomolous, not sure we can be friends."

A hovering reflective anomaly exclaims, "I don't understand why you won't just do it already!"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "Do what?"

A hovering reflective anomaly exclaims, "Set me free!"

A hovering reflective anomaly exclaims, "I want to play!"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "Free from what exactly?"

You whisper, "Isn't it free already?" to your group.

The bustling town comes together in this square. Halflings dressed in varying fashions stand about, some chattering happily, others reclining on cloaks laid on the ground. One ancient halfling leans against the base of the large ice statue of a mule, snoring blissfully. A feeling of community pervades the area, putting you immediately at ease. You also see the blackened silver Azerik disk, an ember-eyed fire wyrdling, the Gnaeusprimus disk, a pernicious forest spirit that is flying around, a bushy-tailed chipmunk, the Fromer disk, the Arnylon disk, the Dirvy disk, a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around, an animated giantman marauder, a cloaked figure, a whimsical snow spirit that is flying around, a majestic king cheetah, the purple Kapik disk, a blue wolf, a gyrfalcon that is flying around, a hovering reflective anomaly, an empty flask, a tidal bobcat, a wide electrum arch, a rhimar trash receptacle, a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins, a carved ice bench with some stuff on it and a blanket of snow.
Also here: Scores.

As Fromer gestures at anomaly, she disrupts his spellcasting.

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Ceyrin asks, "Play . . . what?"

Fromer squints at a hovering reflective anomaly.

A hovering reflective anomaly exclaims, "Play with the tome!"

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy asks, "Play with it?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Bellaja says, "It's hardly a toy."

You ask, "And you cannot leave the arch here?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Ceyrin says, "Oh, in that case . . . just head a couple blocks east and one south."

A hovering reflective anomaly asks, "What arch?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja says, "I have a flute or a mandolin."

You point at a wide electrum arch.

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja says, "But the tome doesn't carry a tune."

Bellaja points at a wide electrum arch.

You say, "That arch."

A hovering reflective anomaly exclaims, "All I know is my suffering!"

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy says, "The tome is bound to another."

A hovering reflective anomaly screams in horror!

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Ceyrin asks, "And playing with the tome is going to fix your suffering?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Fromer says, "Help us end your suffering."

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "Decades and decades of these chains..."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "And what would you do for play if you should find the tome?"

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "Finally I can reach out... I grow stronger..."

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "And I need my tome..."

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy says, "Speak your name."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Kotin asks, "When will you be fully in our presence?"

Rioja asks, "What can you do with the tome in your hand?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "And what would you give should someone lead you to the tome?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja asks, "What can you do with the tome in your hand?"

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "Daukhera Darkflorr..."

A hovering reflective anomaly laughs evilly.

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy asks, "Why were you chained?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "That is your name?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja asks, "Are the weapons you speak of in this room?"

Rudar asks, "Whatcha need the tome fer anywho?"

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "For a fool's love, and a crime I never committed, and a love who has now perished."

(Well if it's for fool's love... Tome is that way.)

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy asks, "Tell us of this crime?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Kilded asks, "Did you love Hibbits?"

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "Set me free... please..."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Ceyrin says, "Presumably thousands of years ago, based on the dates of the tome entry."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Bellaja asks, "That's the worst isn't it?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "What love? What crime?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Tawariell asks, "A crime y'never committed? Is it justice ye want?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rarr asks, "What crime did they accuse you of?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Fromer asks, "Perhaps if you show me to the grave of your beloved I can animate the bones for a last date?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Kotin asks, "How can I set you free?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Kilded says, "Did you love that scruffy red haired halfling? he was quite handsome, if a bit abrasive."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja asks, "What justice do you seek?"

(We're nothing if not inquisitve.)

A hovering reflective anomaly says, "The keys to my freedom are in the tome."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Ceyrin asks, "The Eight?"

Speaking softly to a hovering reflective anomaly, Dirvy says, "But the tome is bound to another."

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, you ask, "What key?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Rioja asks, "And once free, what then?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Joness asks, "Talks to me likes I'sNOTS the most brilliant wizards you's ever mets. What does you want me to do?"

Speaking to a hovering reflective anomaly, Kilded asks, "The keys are IN the tome?"

A hovering reflective anomaly moves toward the arch and is absorbed into the vortex!

The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!

(It seemed that the anomaly had had enough. We all tumble to the ground. Lots more creatures and fighting.)

You see a brilliant light beginning to build inside the automaton. You have a feeling something bad is about to happen.

(That probably isn't good.)

You say, "Moving."

Merchants and adventurers crowd this gravel path, talking and laughing as they stroll along. Off to the south, a stately white dome rises high into the sky. You also see a half-timbered pale grey stone guildhall.
Also here: They were asked to join, but some chose not to do so.

(Automatons explode in Town Center.)

You say, "Ok moving back to the arch."

(Town center again.)

You say, "When golems start glowing, it's time to be going."

Azerik says, "Aye they tend to explode."

Azerik grins at you.

Speaking to a wide electrum arch, Fromer says, "You are causing SO MUCH drama."

Azerik agrees with Fromer.

Clairette says, "I'm sure this is somehow Denet's fault."

You say, "Seems we're safe."

(^^^^ WRONG ^^^^^)

Rarr asks, "Where did the anomaly go?"

Speaking to you, Oubar says, "Famous last words."

Speaking to Rarr, Ceyrin says, "It was sucked into the arch."

Enestrie softly says, "I don't know."

Bellaja says, "I just had to get a look at that beast."

Kotin recites:

"Or is the arch absorbing powerf from the rhimar receptacle?"

Kilded exclaims, "Is the trash can the key to all of this?!"

Azerik says, "I doubt it."

Bellaja asks, "Can I ask.. was the orb to the west always cracking?"

Speaking sarcastically to Kotin, Clairette says, "Fine deduction work."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Here is the vision I just had:As you try to recover, your mind wanders back to your vision. Running through the woods... a secret word... a tomb... a frozen corpse..."

Bellaja says, "You can hear the energy."

Rarr whispers to the group, "Pinefar, for sure..."

Clairette whispers to the group, "Frozen corpses are between here and Pinefar."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Pinefar."

Kilded whispers to the group, "Pinefar yes."

Jalodg melodically says, "There's a skellie up the Aenatumganas I thinks."

Rioja whispers to the group, "Everyone else had the same vision?"

Speaking melodically to Kotin, Jalodg asks, "Rights?"

You whisper, "Not i." to your group.

(The general consensus is no.)

Enestrie whispers to the group, "I do not know."

(Time passes for a few moments.)

You suddenly feel mentally connected to Enestrie. Somehow, you sense a vision being shared from her mind and melting into yours. Running through a snowy forest, your heart pounds with adrenaline. You enter a chamber lit by torches. The need to search for clues among the secrets overcomes you.

Zavala exclaims, "My favorite!"

You blink.

Jalodg melodically exclaims, "Mountains Expeditions!"

Diablic whispers to the group, "If there is a group that wants to go up the mountain, I'm in."

Speaking amusedly to Enestrie, Ceyrin says, "I promise I won't tell anyone what I just saw."

(We have almost no time to contemplate. More creatures rush in. Lots more fighting.)


Raneng says, "I had a vision of Enestries mind..We need to go to the forest where we can find a chamber and search for clues."

Speaking curiously to Raneng, Leafiara asks, "You too, hm?"

Fromer asks, "Forest, chamber?"

Jalodg melodically asks, "How do we puts a cork in that evil flood so we can go for a hikes?"

Speaking to Jalodg, Zavala says, "Need a big cork."

Clairette says, "Some will need to remain to secure the arch, we can't just all head up the mountain."
.
Leafiara idly says, "A torch-lit chamber..."

Raneng says, "Some will have to stay."

Raneng says, "Some will have to go."

Dirvy softly says, "Maybe the trek up the mountain should wait for another day."

Speaking melodically to Zavala, Jalodg says, "Maybe we shovels snow into the Arcy."

Arshwikk says, "There's a whole bunch of those."

Jalodg spins his wooden shovel overhead, observing his surroundings with caution.

You say, "Ok those remaining."

You say, "Remain here. We're moving to the mountain."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "I say we go now."

Raneng says, "We can send a small group to scout and search."

(We manage the base of Aenatumgana, but get an overwhelming feeling of having strayed too far from Icemule. It does not coincide with the visions the clerics have received.)

(Half blinded by snow, I ask Dirvy to lead us.)

Raneng says, "We need to find a cave around here."

Executrix Dirvy's group just went into a dark cave.

This small cave is filled with shadows, the only illumination provided by a dim ray of light that peeks through an opening in the southern wall. In the cave's center is a fire pit, its rim ringed with a number of scorched rocks. Overhead, a multitude of designs cover the walls and ceiling, incised upon the rock with rich earth tones. Noticeable by its lack of ornamentation is a small silhouette on the east wall, the crevice about the size of a halfling. Dense shadows cloak the back of the cave. You also see a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around and a pile of firewood.
Also here: Quite a few.

Executrix Dirvy's group just went through a narrow crevice.

The tunnel is narrow and rough, its sides pocked and notched. Sharp protrusions and angry-looking gouges mark every twist of its tortuous progress. The wounds in the rock look recent. Since the corridor meanders in such a haphazard squiggle, little light penetrates from either end. Most noticeable, though, is the silence. The wind's constant dirge finds no admittance here. You also see a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around.
Also here: The same.

Executrix Dirvy's group just went northwest.

The corridor widens into a chamber that is bare except for an object in its center, a sarcophagus made entirely of ice. The panels forming its walls are cloudy and striated with swirls and variegations. Although the chamber is austere, designs cover walls and ceiling on every side, a veritable riot of color and form all possessing a striking sense of movement and vitality. The playfulness of the renderings lends the somber form in the cold, icebound bed a sense of joyful transfiguration. You also see a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around, a lesser snow yeti that appears stunned, a bloodthirsty vampiric vruul that appears dead, a bloodthirsty vampiric vruul that appears dead, a bloodthirsty vampiric vruul that appears dead, a bloodthirsty vampiric vruul that appears stunned, the clam-shaped Joness disk, a tidal bobcat, a pert glacier spirit that is flying around, the Kaladriel disk and a dusky snow-owl that is flying around.
Also here: Even more.

(There happens to be a welcome party already here.)

XXXXX gestures at a bloodthirsty vampiric vruul.

(More fighting.)

Raneng says, "Nice work."

Sarcophagus:

The icy tomb is formed of a solid block of ice. Sealed within the freezing grave, visible through the transparent structure, is what appears to be the frozen body of a halfling.

Wall:

The wall is a kaleidoscope of pattern and color, a jigsaw of intermeshed forms all seeming to compete for space on the busy landscape of their rock firmament. The forms depict a variety of beasts, from crouching felines to hulking mammoths. Something seems strange about the wall -- as your gaze travels across it, the outlines seem to shift and once your eyes leave a particular rendering, it becomes nigh impossible to find it again.

Etching:

In the Common language, it reads:
THE--

Raneng asks, "Anyone search the area?"

You say, "There."

Bellaja asks, "You know who this is right?"

Arshwikk says, "Okay, mystery over, lets go home."

Joness says, "Looks at the deads bodies."

(Ceyrin prods at the emerald falcon pin clutched in the dead halfling's hands.)

Joness says, "Is clutchins a pins."

Bellaja says, "This is the husband of Belle."

Speaking to Bellaja, Ceyrin says, "I know treasure when I see it."

Kilded says, "There is a halfling body in the sarcofagothingy."

Bellaja says, "She runs Pinefar."

Rarr asks, "WHo is the halfling?"

Speaking to some faint etchings on the wall, Fromer says, "The..."

Enestrie softly says, "We should look outside."

Executrix Dirvy's group just went out.

The tunnel is narrow and rough, its sides pocked and notched. Sharp protrusions and angry-looking gouges mark every twist of its tortuous progress. The wounds in the rock look recent. Since the corridor meanders in such a haphazard squiggle, little light penetrates from either end. Most noticeable, though, is the silence. The wind's constant dirge finds no admittance here. You also see a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around.
Also here: All of us.

Executrix Dirvy's group just went out.

Bracketed by pines at either side, a sheer rock slope rises over the snowscape. The slope is formed of a dark gray rock that is stained a rusty red in spots, and is encased entirely in ice. Near its base, a dark cave opens into the mountain, its mouth a shadowy maw that stands in stark contrast to the snowy hillside around it. You also see a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Still all of us.

The snow out here looks like it was freshly packed in one spot.

Enestrie softly says, "Look in the snow."

Bracketed by pines at either side, a sheer rock slope rises over the snowscape. The slope is formed of a dark gray rock that is stained a rusty red in spots, and is encased entirely in ice. Near its base, a dark cave opens into the mountain, its mouth a shadowy maw that stands in stark contrast to the snowy hillside around it. You also see an inky black kitten, a bushy-tailed chipmunk, a tidal bobcat, the Fromer disk, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, the clam-shaped Joness disk, a red-eyed sewer rat, an animated giantman marauder, the purple Kapik disk, the Arnylon disk, the Dirvy disk with a pumpkin orange tabby kitten on it, a pert glacier spirit that is flying around, a golden brown jaguar, a sulky sun spirit that is flying around, a cloaked figure, a whimsical snow spirit that is flying around, a blue wolf, a majestic king cheetah, a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around and a mangled frozen corpse that is hidden.
Also here: All of us and a dead body.

Speaking to a mangled frozen corpse, Ceyrin says, "Look, it's the warden."

You immediately recognize the mangled, maimed, and now lifeless corpse as the body of the Icemule Penitentiary Warden.

(It dawns on most of us that we'll likely not be finding out from the warden who is behind the sigilled door.)

Speaking to a mangled frozen corpse, Joness exclaims, "But but but we was gonnas drinks Paradis Absinthe togethers!"

Dirvy softly says, "Well, that explains why he never returned Hibbits' missive."

Rarr says, "He's too far gone to raise."

Among the murmurs, someone says, "I wonder what he was doing here. How long ago did he die?"

Speaking to Enestrie, Rudar says, "Don't see nothin on 'em, but I aint touchin' it."

Someone in the crowd says, "I bet one of these spiritual types could try fogging his body to town."

>hold cor

You clench your fists involuntarily as you gaze at a mangled frozen corpse, wishing it could be yours.

You say, "I would if I coluld grab the corpse."

Dergoatean [Local]: "Where's everyone gathered now? Town center is still zapping folk."

Arshwikk says, "This will look good in the museum."

Speaking softly to Bellaja, Enestrie asks, "Will you fog the corpse to safety?"

Bellaja says, "I suppose I could try."

Bellaja gestures.
Your surroundings blur for a moment . . .

(To the Hall of Rebirth the corpse, and whoops, so do we, go.)

Designed to resemble a natural cave rather than a building's interior, this room is both forbidding and welcoming. Above a tile floor, the curved walls and ceilings are studded with shards of crystalline ice, which threaten to rip and tear at skin and cloth. Yet several small peat fires fill the room with soft light and a rich, earthy smell. A black marble arch leads through the south wall into the temple's nave. You also see an ice blue taper and a rough-hewn ice altar.
Also here: All of us and a corpse.

Kilded points at a mangled frozen corpse.

Leafiara curiously wonders, "Do we have a bard who can try to sing the story of how he got up there, maybe?"

You say, "This is not a good place for a body."

Enestrie softly says, "Maybe we should take it outside the temple."

Jalodg melodically exclaims, "The body's startings to stink!"

You say, "It's defiling the temple."

Kilded says, "Let's drag this outside."

Speaking to you, Bellaja says, "This is a holy place."

Rarr says, "The corpse is starting to thaw in here..."

Enestrie softly says, "It is past raising."

You say, "We should bring it outside."

Arshwikk says, "Bodies do not defile temples."

Enestrie softly says, "The smell."

Raneng says, "I thought maybe we could get more information from it inside the temple."

Raneng says, "If we asked for help from our gods."

Dirvy softly says, "It is best if it is kept frozen."

Enestrie softly says, "And the uncleanliness."

Speaking melodically to Arshwikk, Jalodg exclaims, "It's meltings down heres!"

Bellaja says, "I'm not so sure this guy is going to tell us anything."

(Eventually we manage to bring the warden's body back to Town Center.)


[Icemule Trace, Town Center - 2300]
The bustling town comes together in this square. Halflings dressed in varying fashions stand about, some chattering happily, others reclining on cloaks laid on the ground. One ancient halfling leans against the base of the large ice statue of a mule, snoring blissfully. A feeling of community pervades the area, putting you immediately at ease. You also see a bushy-tailed chipmunk, a tidal bobcat that is sitting, a majestic king cheetah, an animated giantman marauder, a golden brown jaguar, the Arnylon disk, the Dirvy disk, the purple Kapik disk, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten, the Fromer disk, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, the clam-shaped Joness disk, a blue wolf, a whimsical snow spirit that is flying around, a cloaked figure, a recalcitrant celestial spirit that is flying around, the Kotin disk, a mangled frozen corpse, a pert glacier spirit that is flying around, a harnessed huge grey spinner, a gyrfalcon that is flying around, a wide electrum arch, a rhimar trash receptacle, a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins, a carved ice bench with some stuff on it and a blanket of snow.
Also here: Tons plus the warden's body.

(More creatures come and are dispatched.)

(Lots of helpful Wehnimer's Landing citizens begin showing and asking for the entire evening's events summarized. Lots do the best they can while still fighting. It's entirely possible some nuances were missed in the heat of battle.)

(Reports of other creatures in town. We move in for mop up activity.)

(Back to town center. Incoming toads and blobs. MUCH more fighting.)

A colossal volcanic nematode and company just arrived!
=
A colossal volcanic nematode lifts up the end of its huge tail and slams it into the ground, shaking everything violently!

A spry land anemone falls down!

A half-troll half-orc monstrosity falls down!

A hunch-backed dhe'nari hag falls down!

A bloodthirsty vampiric vruul falls down!

A dull orange firethorn sapling falls down!

A huge mein automaton falls down!

A small pond spirit falls down!

A violent sea spirit falls down!

An avalanche yeti falls down!

A sloshing blue djinn falls down!

A lesser snow yeti falls down!

A white hot blob of goo pounds at XXXXX with its fist!

A half-troll half-orc monstrosity stands up slowly.

The dark power of the void walker draws at XXXXX.

More vampiric Vruul and other things.

(Lots die. All the incoming creatures are eventually killed.)

(Lots of healing and raising of bodies.)

Speaking to Seomanthe, Eruheran says, "We dragged this poor guy back from the mountain."

Eruheran glances at a mangled frozen corpse.

Speaking to Seomanthe, Eruheran asks, "Are you able to decern anything about how he died or anything else about'em?"

Ceyrin says, "The penitentary warden is dead for unknown reasons."

Speaking curiously to Hapenlok, Leafiara says, "Well, we found the corpse of the warden, but we haven't been able to find a bard to sing..."

Seomanthe focuses her concentration, briefly studying the composition of a mangled frozen corpse.

Speaking eagerly to a mangled frozen corpse, Cruxophim notes, "Ooooh, a corpse. I should visit more often."

The electrum arch trembles violently and unleashes a bolt of lightning at Archeth!

(Shocking arch on, um Archeth, action. ZAP!)

Ceyrin says, "I probably didn't do it."

(Lots more zapped and injured or killed by the arch.)

(A feeling that the thing within the vortex is somehow more whole.)

You gaze through the swirling vortex and see...

All sense of order within the vortex has dissolved into chaos. Random spikes of energy streak across the visible portion of the maelstrom, spanning the gamut of hues. From moment to moment everything visible changes, and the changes are impossible to follow. A deep sense of wrongness permeates the area, as all of the known and expected rules of reality appear to have been suspended within this abyss. You also see the murky outline of a slender figure struggling to break free from a set of heavy veil iron shackles.

You say, "More important may be what happened to the body here."

Speaking softly to Seomanthe, Enestrie says, "That is the writer of the tome."

Speaking to Seomanthe, Eruheran says, "Um, not completely sure."

Dirvy softly says, "Once things calm down, we will examine the body more thoroughly."

Speaking to Enestrie, you say, "That CLAIMS to be the writer of the tome."

Speaking melodically to Dirvy, Jalodg says, "I don't thinks it will unfreezes out here, Mrs. Britbane."

Speaking softly to Jalodg, Dirvy says, "No, but to the trained eye, there may be things we can discern, even in its frozen state."

Cruxophim helpfully suggests, "Maybe if we feed the arch the body?"

The voice of Archeth raspily says, "The figure seems to have gained strength."

Kotin smiles as he whispers quietly into the vortex, "yes, come out ... be free.

Enestrie recites softly:

"Town Center is not safe, please find another place to rest"

Enestrie recites softly:

"Please do not touch the arch"



Speaking to a mangled frozen corpse, Bellaja says, "I don't know who you prayed to, but I'm guessing Oleani."

Dirvy recites softly:

"If you are resting here, it is best for you to go to the Pub, the Inn, the Bakery, White Haven, or Voln."

(As maniacally evil arches are sometimes wont to do, this one transformed yet again into a wide curving span of electrum.)

(More killed by the ar.. Er span.)

Enestrie recites softly:

"Once again it is not safe here"

(Several visitors attempt to enter the vortex and receive various degrees of shocks for their troubles. It was time to sleep.)


-- Arnylon Cosset, High Priest of Charl

A bluebird passes through Town Center...

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1708
Author: TWILSON
Date: 01/20/2018 11:43 PM EST
Subject: A bluebird passes through Town Center...

>Speaking softly to Jalodg, Dirvy says, "I will meet you outside."

Jalodg walks out of an iron-trimmed fieldstone cottage.

>Speaking softly to Jalodg, Dirvy asks, "Call your friend?"

>Speaking in Guildspeak, Jalodg melodically exclaims something you don't understand.

Jalodg spots and points to an approaching bluebird.

Jalodg holds out his arm and the bluebird perches upon his wrist.

Jalodg pets the bluebird.

Dirvy holds out her hand towards the bluebird, who flits onto her fingertip with tiny, cold feet.

Jalodg beams happily at Dirvy!

Dirvy leans close to the bluebird, speaking softly, "Will you find my friend for me?" Leaning closer, she whispers softly to the bluebird, who chirps at her in response.

>Speaking melodically to Dirvy, Jalodg says, "I already asked it to helps you on your very importants mission."

Dirvy nods at Jalodg.

Jalodg beams happily at Dirvy!

>Speaking softly to Jalodg, Dirvy says, "He told me."

Dirvy smiles at Jalodg.

>Speaking melodically to Dirvy, Jalodg says, "Our friendy is at our service."

Jalodg lets out a cheer!

Dirvy lifts her hand and the bluebird takes off with a flutter towards Pinefar.

Dirvy exhales.

Jalodg agrees with Dirvy.

>Dirvy softly says, "Well, hopefully he finds him and we either hear from him or see him soon."

Brokkrsten nods.

>Speaking melodically to Dirvy, Jalodg says, "Me toos."

>Brokkrsten says, "We shall see."

>Jalodg agrees with Brokkrsten.

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1709
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 01/22/2018 09:29 PM EST
Subject: Re: A bluebird passes through Town Center...

A shivering figure crouches in the cold cavernous cave of ice, burning the last of the wood he has managed to salvage. His feet, raw from running for so long in the ice and snow, shriek as if he were standing on the glowing orange embers before him. He dares not venture out for more wood, as the shadows stalk him now. He hears their taunting day and night, though he can no longer tell which whispers are just in his head. Pulling his coat taught around him, his breath hangs in the air, and he wonders again to himself how a halfling could stray so far from such a noble intent.

A familiar chirping sound enters his mind, and for a split second, he dismisses it as another echoed hallucination. But the chirping continues. Slowly, he raises his head, a glimmer of hope shining in his bleary eyes, eyes to a soul that has known only fear, burden, and anguish these past few weeks. He cringes as he manages to stand upright and investigate the source of this unexpected aural intrusion. Slowly he makes his way to a small hole that provides fresh air to his hiding place, and peeks through, his sight barely adjusting to what little light squeezes its way through.

There it is, a tiny creature, feathers sparkling in brilliant blues against the setting sun. The diminutive bird cocks its head comically and hops backwards twice as if to say, "Follow me!"

The figure cracks a smile, a sudden warmth bursting outward from his heart. Taking a tart crumb from his ice-encrusted coat pocket, he pokes it through the tiny hole with his finger, a metaphorical offering of peace in his mind. With the most delicate flutter of wings, the bluebird gracefully maneuvers downward and grabs the crumb. As it flits by the tiny hole, the halfling whispers: "I will come. Tell them I will come."

The bluebird flutters away, chirping cheerfully. Unable to bear his own weight any longer, the figure slumps to the frozen ground in agonized exhaustion again, resting fitfully and rallying his resolve for the journey home...

Town Center is safe again... for now

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1732
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 02/02/2018 11:14 PM EST
Subject: Town Center is safe again... for now

A rotund halfling strides into the room and unfurls a crisp scroll, reading the contents aloud in a raspy but firm voice.

"After considerable inspection these past few days coupled with well-thought debate among the town's arcane scholars, it has been determined that it is safe to rest once again in Icemule Trace's Town Center. While the ominous--and, frankly, annoying--span of electrum still looms overhead, it has not grown or changed form. The vortex within has sealed itself somehow, at least temporarily from what the local soothsayers can gather, and the arch has ceased attacking those who dared to stand nearby. Icemule Trace continues to encourage citizens and visitors to be vigilant and step lightly until all present and pressing matters of concern are resolved."

The halfling then rolls his scroll back up, tucks it under an arm, and heads off to attend to other matters.

A visit to the temple

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1737
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 02/19/2018 10:01 AM EST
Subject: A visit to the temple

A robed figure moves slowly, demurely, through the tall but simple alcoves of the temple wing. She says nothing, but her hands are clasped one over the other, her knuckles white with stress. Her eyes dart to and fro, evidence of the thoughts that plague her. If one could gaze upon her soul, one might see an essence of life stretched thin from despair.

She turns a corner and arrives at the immense altar of Lorminstra, unwavering in its starkly contrasted hues. She pauses for an endless age of meditation, gently kneeling in genuflect, murmuring supplications first in the Common tongue, then in her own language, finally in twisting symbols that can only be understood through thought. From a pocket in her thick, nondescript ecclesiastical robe she removes a page of paper - a torn piece of a powerful tome - a sickness - a gift from one who is in grave danger, one who oversees a locale whose predicament is even worse, if that is possible. Because of this, the figure's heart is heavy, her face downtrodden, and the tears begin to fall...

She reaches her soul upward and outward. "Lorminstra," she speaks... she begs.

"I cannot bear more lives lost.
We have received a warning that there shall be no rest.
Please... Guardian of my being...
Patroness of the beyond... Help us here and now."

There is a sudden soft silence, like what one might hear while watching a candle flicker miles away through a solitary frost-covered window. The figure bows her head, eyes upon the ground, looking for some bit of guidance, any sign of assistance or hope. Then a gentle peace settles in followed by the tiniest spinning mote of light, an ethereal butterfly in message but not in form. It dances about the figure before it whispers to her...

"Enestrie, for now their path is barred. You have already heard the clang of the gates I guard. Rest, and rest well, child. I do not know how long destiny will allow them to be held back."

Catching her breath and pondering upon gratitude, the figure waits a few moments for her deity to return to the ether. Then she rises, takes the tome page from the altar, and slowly departs.

(OOC NOTE: Red alert! The end of Chapter 1 is nigh. Prepare to die.)

Icemule Trace Events Report - 2-24-2018

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1741
Author: CANNEL
Date: 02/26/2018 06:39 PM EST
Subject: Icemule Trace Events Report - 2-24-2018

Feastday, 24 Fashanos 5118

From the journal of Oubar Il'Prelay, Originator of White Haven

My soul is in turmoil this evening. Though it is far past the hour when I should have given my praises to the Lady and retired for the evening, I cannot do either. The events of this evening will resonate with me for a very long time, I fear.

Where to begin?

An invasion broke out in the center of town, waves of creatures attempting to overrun the city. As we have been wont to do, we banded together and drove off the invaders in short order. While I was attending to the fallen at the Ice Garden, word came of a disturbance back in Town Center. When I made my way there, I was stunned to see an oculoth attacking the town's defenders. Despite the strength of this foe, it too was dispatched. Nearly on its heels, we were confronted by a vathor, which also met its fate in short order.

A figure appeared in the center of town, purporting to be Daukhera herself. She was not yet fully freed, but she insinuated that she had been working towards that end on her own. She also repeatedly referred to us all as her 'friends', while at the same time lambasting us for not freeing her. She ranted over and over about how we needed to free her, though we assured her that we had not the means to do so. She demanded Hibbits be produced, but once again we had no way to make this happen. We explained to her that Hibbits had gone into hiding, but she merely smirked at that, then disappeared.

Hibbits slipped out of the shadows at that point and said that we needed to free Daukhera, as that was the only way she could be defeated. A great many of us questioned this, and questioned his wisdom in suggesting it. The Deputy Mayor's appearance was greatly changed, seeming to be almost completely swallowed by the shadows which have plagued him to this point. He claimed he had found two more of the 'keys', and handed them off to individuals who were present.

It was then insinuated that the remaining clues were right under our noses... so close we could smell them. We eventually realized that the orbs might hold some information and inspected them. Underneath each orb was another fragment of the clue. At this point we had seven of the words, and speculation was rampant amongst us. Should we free Daukhera? We were split, to say the least.

Nihala made an appearance then, outside of Clovertooth Hall. She was extremely weak, and said she felt like she was being 'pulled'. Against her will, she was dragged northward, then westward, clearly being drawn towards town center, and the electrum span. Enestrie presented her with a symbol of Lorminstra which she had been instructed to collect in the Lumnis Commune some time ago, and Nihala seemed greatly strengthened when she put it on. We all breathed a collective sigh of relief, then the Mayor was once more yanked against her will into Town Center proper.

It's hard to think back on even now. An ancient seer wandered in as Nihala struggled against the pull of the electrum span. The seer handed Nihala the final clue, which would complete the phrase we'd been assembling. The word... was SACRIFICE. Though we begged and pleaded with her to allow one of us to be the one to sacrifice ourselves, she remained adamant that it was her duty. The void sucked her in, in horrific fashion, and she died. Then, to our great horror, her soul was lost to the demonic... which was something we did not think was possible any longer.

I cannot accurately describe the depth of the feelings we are all struggling with. I believe Dirvy will be arranging a memorial service for her, which I will be sure to attend.

Queen Daukhera rose out of the ground shortly after, stating she was going to go retrieve "her" tome. She made her way to where it was on display, casually unlocked the podium, but then found herself unable to retrieve it. She flew into a rage, killing a number of the onlookers, then stormed off. Shortly after she left, Hibbits revealed himself, stating that he had somehow pulled some sort of a trick that kept the tome from Daukhera's hands. He warned us that there were others watching, and that we must strive to keep her from reaching her full power.

My mind reels with all of this, and it's impossible to process in my grief over the sacrifice of Nihala. She was much beloved, and will be sorely missed. I worry about the direction of this town, though I am heartened by the stalwart defeners who have thus far risen to every challenge. I pray to the Lady that this continues to be the case.

~Oubar

Memorial Service for Mayor Nihala Winterberry

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1739
Author: TWILSON
Date: 02/26/2018 07:28 AM EST
Subject: Memorial Service for Mayor Nihala Winterberry

On Fashanos 28, 5118 at 9pm as the Elves tell time, Icemule will be holding a memorial service for the former Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, who sacrificed her life to save Icemule. Those wishing to attend can meet with gatherers in front of Clovertooth Hall.


If anyone is interested in helping to plan this memorial service, please see Dirvy Britbane or meet with her in front of Clovertooth Hall at 10pm Elven on Fashanos 26th.

Story updates and more

Category: Cities, Towns, and Outposts
Topic: Icemule Trace
Message #: 1740
Author: GS4-NECIOS
Date: 02/26/2018 02:32 PM EST
Subject: Story updates and more

Hey-o!

While I will wait for a bit and let the fantastic team of historians share their perspectives here and/or on the wiki (much obliged Oubar, Arnylon, Dirvy, Enestrie, and whomever else I am forgetting), I think it's safe to say that Chapter 1 of this storyline, which I had been calling "Whiteout," is finished and was delightfully full of trickery, player slaying, heroics, and one very gory death of an NPC mayor. Woo! Chapter 2, "The Dawn of Daukhera," is coming soon, and she's not too happy for having been locked away all that time. Prepare to pay!

For those that were wondering, Nihala's soul being lost to the demonic over the weekend was not an indication that permadeath is returning to the lands, though given the commentary on Discord, it seems like a lot of folks prefer it! ;) (Suggestion: play HARDCORE.) It's just a bit of flavor I wanted to weave into her demise, though we all know that no one stays gone for too long in Elanthia, and perhaps this is why...

Quick town notes if you didn't catch them before: Flashfeet's has been updated with new and improved (and reduced) inventory thanks to GM Elysani! Wurt's Amulets is next, and we're going to make it kitty friendly by popular demand! Also, you can now build snowmen at Temple Burrow, Cholen Lane in front of the schoolhouse thanks to GM Aiza who let me borrow her script, and the room itself is now a node thanks to permissions from GM Galene and GM Tamuz! Just ROLL SNOWMAN, then ROLL SNOWMAN (TYPE) for wintery fun year round. Last, tomorrow (Tuesday 2/27) at 9pm elven, Joness is hosting a "buy a date" fundraiser with a twist at the brawling tavern! I'm excited to see what he has in store; I'll be there, and you should, too. Check with him if you have questions.

Thanks, everyone, for all the fun in season 1!