My name is Arthur, we have not met before so I’ll be brief.
There’s a refugee camp in the Moonshae Isles, accessible through the Inn’s door, that requires help. Aside from the natural dangers of that place they are surrounded by orcish tribes. We are helping them create their own settlement and protect it against the Orc threat.
They are in desperate need of blacksmith equipment (hammers, nails and such) to repair their ships and properly build their defenses. But instead of just offering the initial equipment I wish to help create a blacksmith place, a forge, and people to help them, that would allow the refugees to craft their own tools, defenses, and possible weapons. That’s why I need your help.
The Moonshae Isles has several unexplored caves and possibly many riches. What I propose to you is, help me provide them the tools for their survival, grant us your support, help me create a forge and shape their place and whenever we find any precious metal (or gems) in that place we’ll offer it to your people before anyone else. You will not only help us against the orcs but help us establish a possible trade operation beneficial to both sides.
If the deal I’ve mentioned does not suit your needs, let me know if you are willing to sell what I ask for, and I’ll try to gather the coins for it.
You can leave your reply at the Inn and I’ll check.
The coastline along the Marshy Shore at the Island glow with a gentle olive green colour for one rainy evening. The next morrow, the Marshy Shore is it's usual dull grey. Some of the braver refugees are curious of the sights, but the majority are growing concerned of their safety. With some even whispering of the Island curse coming to life..
In the coming months, tales of a ship crewed by shadowy spirits wearing the uniform of the Blue Dragons spread through the various ports. Some few detractors say it is a sign of the end of days but for those who owe their lives to the sudden appearance of the ghost ship called Dragon's Duty and it's solemn captain, drinks are raised and a Sailor's Farewell is sung in the Blue Dragon Barracks.
Before the note is ever collected a sending is made loud across the lands, shortly after a note is left at the serpent
Becuille or Alkug,
Did you not realise from our encounter? You will receive no compliance from me.
I am struggling to come to terms with the lost, it still pains me greatly.
I do not know how I can use my magic whilst using a sword at all, let alone the weight of my heavy blade. I manage to wield the thing so long as I have my strength enhanced, but I am unable to respond quickly to any circumstance, I will need to relearn what I can do and trust that my fate is not decided by the loss.
Find these necromancers, and seek me out. I will accompany you and lend an air of legitimacy to your planned executions. I detest necromancers and their ilk, and would see them cleansed from the lands.
However, any items they carry that they would use to ply their trade will be taken as contraband if it is deemed illegal.
We still need to vist those ruins at some point to prevent something dangrous falling into a fool hands, but I'm glad least one merely chasing fey for lust. Feel free to ask for a first tier wand in exchange for your work.
Oh I shall be wandering the regions I am sure.
if we are lucky we ought to bump into one another!
the mask is certainly of netherese origin and has a tone of death about it, research ought to allow me to figure out what manner of death. I would of course be most grateful for any assistance and even maybe observation whilst I do said research.
If you can bring it to me as soon as you can then I can get started on the examination as soon as possible. I have been examining the netherese ruins that I have found recently in the hope that I gain some insight into their language and magics such that I can decipher the mask and its properties. Obviously gaining a working knowledge of the netherese language would be a most wonderful benefit too if that were to come to pass, I shall have to make myself some luck to that regard.
As far as I am aware, you have created an exit portal as I tried to enter the portal you created.
But, please, let's get one thing straight, your patron is not my concern, frankly worship Jubilex for all I care. Live and let live, as I like to say. However, if you tell me to expend my energies and resources to appease the good lord Jubilex, I don't want to be told after meeting the Lord of Slime, after he decided not to consume me into a congealed mass of ooze like substances, that you actually hate slimes and Jubilex can sod off.
Since so many dark elves seem to enjoy it, I am sure there is some kind of very base enjoyment to be had running around the Fey Wild capturing its denizens and then consuming their essence. However, I am not yet nearly angry or insane enough to go on hunting parties to the Fey Wilds to bottle Fey like some half-wit drow of a glorified drinking club that calls himself a "bannerman" from a "House".
If you actually have something - anything - in your hand that may be of interest to me, or my colleagues, you are more than welcome to discuss the matter. Otherwise, I humbly ask not to be tricked into annoying an entire court of gods and entitites that could turn me into a frog tomorrow if they so wished.
It seems our schedules conflict. If needed deliver the mask to Oversword Bhaliir or else, directly to the War Wizards. I will continue to attempt to find you in the meantime.
-- Pathfinder Daxx