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|}'''The Nazhor Chronicles: Chapter One''' is a storyline by GameMaster [[User:GS4-QUILIC|Quilic]] set in [[Mist Harbor]] that ran from December 19, 2018 until present. Characters from this story previously showed up in [[Those Aren't Tears]].

==Summary==

* To be completed when storyline is over

==Persons of Note==

* [[Cendadric]]
* [[Duvainiel]]
* [[Elspie]]
* [[Ilsola]]
* [[Mazorn]]
* [[Mist Harbor First Sergeant]]
* [[Nazhor]]
* [[Penre]]

==Timeline of Events==

===Preparation, Preparation (2/7/2019)===
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|Workers filed in and out of the warehouse on the shoreline of Rivers Rest. Some carried crates in, others out to waiting ships. Sarmoya stood some distance away, watching the day laborers go about their work. Once an object of much discussion and some concern among the town's residents, he had heard little talk of it recently. As the months passed since the last sighting of the Green Lady, talk among the town became more normal. Who is marrying whom. Who chopped down their neighbor's tree. The usual rumors about the Guard Captain. This also meant less outward hostility toward the imposing Half-Krolvin walking the main streets of the town. Sarmoya cherished the normalcy, even if he understood its fragility. He also understood what he was about to do could break that fragility. The words of his master came to mind: Some things are meant to be broken. And some things must be broken so they may be remade stronger.

He identified a man who could be the foreman. Two things hinted at his status. One, he was sitting on a stool, clipboard in hand. Two, what appeared to be a mug of ale openly sitting on the barrel next to him. One of the rumors Sarmoya had heard involved the trader Mazorn and a new habit. If it was true, it would make sense to trickle down to his subordinates. A dangerous trend. The man did not look up from his clipboard as Sarmoya approached, only sighing, "I already told you, Jer, we're not going-" he stopped short as he raised his head and saw whom he was speaking to. Hastily, he jumped out of his stool and placed his clipboard on the barrel. It did not escape Sarmoya's notice he attempted to hide the mug. "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were... sorry. Yes. How can I help you?"

Sarmoya bowed politely. "Good morning. Forgive me, I do not mean to intrude or interrupt."

"No, no. It's fine." A tone of nervousness in his voice. Did he have ideas as to why Sarmoya was here? Or was he intimidated?

"I must speak to Mazorn. Is he here?"

The man frowned. "No, sir, I'm afraid he is not."

"Do you know when he will return?"

The frown deepened. "I wish I did. We haven't seen him in a while."

"I understand. If he does come, would you inform him Lord Sarmoya seeks him? He will know where to contact me."

"Yes, of course. Is there... anything else?"

"No. I shall not keep you from your duties." Sarmoya bowed. "Farewell." The man returned the bow in his own way, then watched as Sarmoya turned on his heel and strode back toward the middle of town. When the swordsman was out of sight, he took a long draft from the mug.

Not surprised, Sarmoya was still disappointed. He knew little, if anything, of what the voice urged of him. He has never met this Nazhor, or a Scion, or Elspie, or anything else he heard. He had only even made the acquaintance of Darcena on a handful of occasions. And he did not know what to make of that strange bard. The only thing that made sense to him was Mazorn had a connection, so he was obligated to inquire. But if he cannot find Mazorn, he has no road. Surely, the voice must know that. But why visit him again? Why would it not answer his questions? And why would it not give him any information? It is clear someone needs help. But who? Where are they? What is a Scion? Why will the voice not tell him anything? He worried the voice was misguided, that it is seeking something Sarmoya cannot provide. He is not an investigator, a seeker. It is strange, how not being able to provide help makes one feel so helpless. It is a feeling he has trained for so long to prevent. But his problem solving always uses a sword and there's no target he can see. It said to prepare. He only knew one way to prepare.
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''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/1906 official forums by VICIMER] on 2/7/2019 at 3:26 PM.''

===A series of replies ~ The Nazhor Chronicles preamble (2/13/2019)===

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|To Ilsola Tuulikki,

I received your last letter while I was passing through Pinefar, and thank you for your kind words. However, I can not in good conscience return until my home has been restored. The workers that I contracted have informed me that they have been unable to secure materials to begin the project, and that things remain much the same as they were when I departed. This is untenable for me, and I will stay away until my home has been restored.

I also have struggled to let go of my anger towards the town as a whole, and you personally. While I intellectually understand that you have done all that you can, it does not change the fact that my husband was murdered in the middle of town, my home was ransacked, and a secret prison cell was created behind my husband's gravestone. All of this happened while you ineffectually stumbled around, and this is a fact that my heart has thus far been unable to reconcile. I truly question whether you are the right person to lead Mist Harbor through any sort of crisis that does not involve trade.

Please do not take this to mean that I intend personal offense of any kind. I do appreciate the lengths you went to, gathering individuals to try and do the best that you could. I merely look upon the preponderance of evidence and feet the pit of rage inside me open wide once more.

For all these reasons, I must decline your request to return to the Isle at this time. I shall continue my travels, and my healing. In time I hope to return, but I would be no good to anyone in my current state of mind.

Regards,
Elspie
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|To Sarmoya, the half-Krolvin

One of my workers has mentioned that you came looking for me recently, and he suggested I reach out to you. I do so here and now, but only to inform you that after the complete debacle that was the result of interacting with any of you 'adventurers', I am not feeling particularly inclined to entertain any more 'audiences'. I suggest that you spend your time instead hiding as best you can. When that madman uses the power of the artifact that 'your kind' helped him to steal from me, thereby RUINING my family's legacy, and rendering the life's work of GENERATIONS COMPLETELY USELESS..............

Do not contact me again. Find your solace where you may, as have I. I recommend the rum. May the Gods preserve us.

~Trader Mazorn
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|To Cendadric,

I am pleased to hear that you are willing to put the boy up for a time, but I must remind you of his standing with the family. He will need appropriate quarters as soon as possible, ones that befit his station.

With his able assistance, we fully expect this matter to be resolved, as the impact on profits must come to an end. As to your offer of assistance, I believe you remember the last time you tried to 'help' us. It's why you ended up where you are, after all. Keep your distance from the boy's work, lest the stain of your failure tarnish his bright future.

~C
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|To Ilsola Tuulikki,

Your previous report was well-written, thorough, and completely unacceptable. You have been charged with keeping trade flowing on a tiny island, and in even this you have struggled. You have ignored resources at your disposal, and you have been duped at every turn. This is troubling on a great many levels.

We have dispatched Socius, my son, to assist you. He is to be an assistant only, and you will take every care to keep him far from any danger. He has the full support of the Families, and all our resources are at his disposal. Take advantage of this marvelous boon and resolve these issues with all haste. Fail to do so at your own personal peril.

~C
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|To the Citizens and Friends of Mist Harbor

I am pleased to announce that we will be hosting a dignitary in our fine town for a time. Socius shall be arriving in a few weeks time, and he is going to assist me with mundane administrative matters. When Socius arrives, I should like to invite you all to welcome and meet him. I am ever so proud of our fine town, and would like to show him the warmest welcome we can.

I am further pleased to announce that since the disturbance of a few months ago, there has been no sign of any further troubles, though we are of course being vigilant. We are doing our level best to make sure we are prepared, but at this point optimism has taken root and is growing rapidly. If, as I so dearly hope, these troubles are behind us, I owe you all my deepest thanks for all your assistance in ridding our fair town of that horrible threat.

Warm Regards,
Ilsola
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|OOC portion:

Hope to see you all on March 3rd!

The next chapter of this ongoing storyline will run Thursday nights from 830pm to 10pm, and Sunday afternoons from 4pm to 6pm (all times EST). I'm also fairly active on the official Discord, in the Premium channel, if you'd like to discuss theories, conspiracies, or even just provide feedback. I'd love to hear from you guys as this lurches forward once more.
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''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/1907 official forums by GameMaster Quilic] on 2/13/2019 at 9:02 AM.''

===Darcena Writes a Letter (2/22/2019)===
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|A messenger walks in with a crumpled piece of thick paper dotted with jagged holes. As he tilts the parchment in his hands, heavy, oversized, angular script can be seen sloppily meandering across the page. The letters are ill-formed and several are written backwards.
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|Deer Ilsolah,
I am mad. U hav the eer of the ritch famlees. Will S - o - c - i - u - s <here the letters are very carefully formed> hav powur? <several smears obscure the next sentence, which is also ridded with holes, but the text resumes> Hav meet at the partee. Need snaks.
Trubbles not dun. Hoo is the Sion? Y am I heerin wispurs agan? Y can I not kom to meetin wif u? I no I sed u wer inkomp <here a big hole exists in the paper> the wispurs. Elspee needs her hoam. Dis is not okay. Ficks it.
DaRcena
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''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/1907 official forums by ARMYJEN] on 2/22/2019 at 5:49 PM.''

===Ilsola Replies to Darcena (2/22/2019)===
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|Dear Darcena,

Thank you very much for your letter, and thank you for putting forth the effort to prepare it for me. First and foremost, I wanted to reassure you that I do not take your accusation of 'incompetence' personally. I very much appreciate the passion with which you aided the town in our efforts, and accept that that same passion can lead tongues astray with great ease.

To discuss the meat of your letter, however. Socius is coming to assist me with some of the administrative tasks that are part of my duties, so that I might focus on rebuilding and strengthening the town as a whole. While it is true that he comes from a powerful family, his role is that of an assistant and advisor, as I understand it. He has resources and connections that I simply do not, and I am sure that in that regard he will be a great boon to the town as a whole.

While I can certainly understand your sentiment about there still being some lingering danger from Nazhor, in the time since we discovered Duvainiel and Elspie locked away, there has been no sign of him at all. And it is certainly curious that he chose to leave behind Duvainiel, given the... well, the nature of their relationship. This would make sense, however, if he were intending to leave and not come back. All indications are that that is exactly what he has done.

I am unsure where you heard the name 'Scion', but would ask that you prudently not mention it in Socius' presence. It is a nickname of sorts granted to him at a younger age, when he exploited his family's wealth and power with somewhat of an iron fist. I'm told that he has mellowed considerably since those tempestuous years, and he would likely not take kindly to the flippant reminders of his youthful exuberance.

As far as the meeting you refer to, I'm assuming you mean to meet with Socius? I'm pleased to say that we will all be able to greet him at once! I'm given to understand that he's a little more than a week away from arriving. It's my intention to welcome him with open arms, and I shall be glad to ensure that we have meat available at the occasion.

Mage Elspie and I have been in contact via letter, and she has expressed to me her dissatisfaction over the state of her home. The simple matter is that we are somewhat stuck as to where to put Duvainiel, given her... disposition. She's been quite recalcitrant, refusing to speak aside from requesting nourishment. All questions go unanswered, and it's my personal opinion that she has information which may become critical should Nazhor return some time in the far future. It's my hope that when she recognizes our resolve, and that she will not see freedom unless she works with us, she will opt to do the right thing. It's only a matter of time.

As far as whispers, you are not the only one to report such things. I cannot say that I have experienced them myself, which only lends further credence to my theory that Nazhor has left us and traveled far from this place.

I thank you again for your letter, and I hope to see you when we greet Socius!

Warm Regards,
Ilsola Tuulikki
Town Administrator
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''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/1907 official forums by GameMaster Quilic] on 2/22/2019 at 9:11 PM.''

===Socius' Arrival (3/2/2019)===
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|Cendadric sighed, rubbing his forehead in a vain attempt to relieve the headache he'd been fighting for the better part of a week. He slumped in his chair, staring up at the ceiling of his pawnshop, and wondered what tomorrow would bring.

"Loafing, as always, I see," said a neutral voice from the doorway.

Cendadric bolted upright, putting on his best face for a prospective customer, but relaxing when he recognized the face of the man who'd spoken. Though it had been years, the man's eyes were unmistakeable.

"Socius," he whispered.

Socius nodded once, his gaze neutral, and visually perused the pawnshop.

"This is where some of it happened, is it not?" he asked.

Cendadric nodded slowly, and replied in a halting tone, "It is... though I don't remember a great deal of it. They claim that's part of the whole thing. They said-"

Socius cut him off mid-sentence, his voice even. "I'm aware. The reason I've come here early is that I'm attempting to gather information."

Cendadric squirmed uncomfortably in his chair, a flush coming over his face. "What... what kind of information? Ilsola is planning a greeting tomorrow for you! She thought... that is... we all thought-"

"I very much doubt that you could finish that sentence with anything I could believe. I'm aware I was expected tomorrow. Do you not think I have my own means to get here? This is my home, you dolt." Despite the strength of his words, his tone remained even and calm.

"I... know. I remember, Socius. I was just trying to... help?"

Socius stared silently for a long moment, his eyes unwavering. Cendadric bowed his head after a moment, resembling a small child in every mannerism.

Socius responded, his voice never wavering, "You had your chance to help, Cendadric. You had it long ago, and you blew it. You were put here under the misconception that you couldn't do our family any harm from this place. And yet somehow you managed. Do not help, Cendadric. Don't interfere, don't help, don't suggest. Do nothing but run your little shop and keep your nose out of my business while I'm here."

Cendadric glanced up at him tentatively, a question in his eyes. "What is your business here?"

Socius raised one eyebrow, his pale green eyes boring into Cendadric. "Why... I'm here to help, of course." And with that, he turned on his heel and was gone.

Cendadrice slumped into his chair once more, his headache pounding harder than ever.
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|Ilsola became aware of the presence in her office with a start. She hadn't heard the door open, but there was a man there, staring at her with a neutral expression.

"Can I help you?" she asked out of habit.

"Good afternoon, Administrator. My name is Socius, and I believe you had been warned to expect me."

Ilsola blinked in surprise at this, and stammered out, "Y... yes, yes we were. But the expectation was... tomorrow?"

Socius gave the slightest hint of a bow in apology and stated, his tone calm and even, "I apologize for any inconvenience. I wanted to make you aware of my arrival and to reassure you that I will do my best to assist you in your management of this settlement. I have the full resources of my family at my disposal, should they be required, and we will set things right in short order."

Ilsola cocked her head at the man, her eyes narrowing the slightest bit. "Did I detect a hint of a threat at the end there, Socius? I had been told that you were coming here to assist me with administrative matters, and nothing further."

Socius remained completely implacable, his tone never wavering as he replied, "Administrator, your performance has been putrid, and you know it. Under your watch the town was attacked, individuals were murdered in the streets, and profits have plummeted. I am here to assist you in rectifying the situation. If that proves to be beyond your ability, then other measures must be taken. None of this is a surprise to you, as I am fully aware of your ongoing correspondence with my father."

Ilsola flushed red before responding with heat in her voice, "Socius, you are very right that I've been in contact with your father, and it was HIS words that assured me you are here in an administrative capacity! Nazhor has gone from this place, there is no danger to the settlement any longer, and I will not hesitate to go to the rest of the Five Families if I need to! I will not be supplanted from my position so long as I am able to keep my people safe!"

Socius never wavered in tone or demeanor, his gaze remaining rock steady. "Administrator, you had best disabuse yourself of your demented notions before they are the end of you. We deal in reality here, and that is where your actions will be judged. Your disillusions do nothing but hurt your position, and it won't be allowed. Get your head right while there is still time. I will be happy to assist you in any way I can, but my first loyalty is to this settlement. This is my home, Administrator, and I will protect it with my last breath, even if I must protect it from you."

Before Ilsola could respond, Socius gave one more slight bow, his pale green gaze never leaving hers, and turned and left the room.
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|OOC Note: The Nazhor Chronicles, Chapter 1 kicks off tomorrow (Sunday) at 4pm EST. Storytime, which has been dubbed #QST (Quilic Standard Time), will be from 4pm to 6pm every Sunday afternoon, and from 8:30pm to 10pm on Thursday nights. I will endeavor to make Sundays the "bigger" day, but the story will take precedence.

One final note: Please feel free to join us in the Premium channel of the official Discord server, as I'm fairly active there, and there's ongoing discussion of the storyline as a whole (no spoilers, but it's fun to theorize!)

Thank you, and I hope to see you all for QST!
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''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/1914 official forums by GameMaster Quilic] on 3/2/2019 at 2:54 PM.''

===Arrival of Socius (3/3/2019)===

{{#lst:The Nazhor Chronicles/Chapter One/2019-03-03 Arrival of Socius (log)|summary}}
[[The Nazhor Chronicles/Chapter One/2019-03-03 Arrival of Socius (log)|Player-submitted Log]]

==See Also==

* [[The Green Lady]]
* [[Those Aren't Tears]]
* [[Premium_OOC_Meeting_held_1-25-19|2019 Premium OOC Meeting]]


[[Category: 2019 Storylines]]
[[Category: Isle of the Four Winds Storylines]]
[[Category: Mist Harbor]]
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