Shale grins and replies, “I seek knowledge of fey realm based teleportation. Also if there is any material related to Eochaid that could also be of use,” as Shale knows there are ways to teleport oneself short distances without triggering his Fey Pact with Eochaid. Shale hopes that 'Catalogue' has some resources that will assist with Eochaid's teachings in the subject.

Bridget follows along with Beldal and takes the maps with her. When she is told about the boy fetching things, she looks at the boy and says, "I would like a history book on the Southwestern regions. If you can't find a single book, then get however many it takes to cover the history of that area within a 50 mile radius." as if to demonstrate, she shows the boy one of the maps she has and points where the southwest gate is. "From our borders here to 100 miles southwest."

Through history and lore of that region's locals, she plans to be equipped to find still more clues at a later date. You never know. Something as simple as "In this one small town, the people like to celebrate the pumpkin harvest early" could come in handy towards the capturing of criminals. Knowledge is power. Either way, history will also tell Bridget about the land and terrain to some degree as well as how people used said terrain for war or even small skirmishes.

Emerald is indecisive whether to follow the arcane inclined or the martial inclined. She follows the wizard Jarl out of curiousity. "I would like to learn the basics. See... I don't know much about magic at all, but would like to..."

Eli says, "Hi, Catalog! You have a nice voice. I'd like something similar to Gilant: information on shielding spells." he's read some on the topic, but figures this place has more than enough to provide new material.

Reverie is curious how much has been recorded on the stars here. But she imagines it would be relatively vast. How to narrow it down.

"Thank you for being so kind
And offering to be our guide.
Books on stars and their many names
Is what I'd like, specifically arcane.

If you have info on the stars,
Records of what they truly are,
I'd like to have myself a peek
At what others once did seek.

I'm not looking for constellations
Or records of their configuration,
Just information on WHO they are
And other secrets they may impart..."

  In the missing to the void off screen time between the various duels and arriving at their current location, Blake had managed to deal with certain Arcane things they had hoped to accomplish if they lived through the suicide mission of a 'community service' job.  Though only a bead of petrified wood drilled through with a cord around their neck left any visual difference.

  They consider the questions put to the talking book... Oh now Reverie has him doing it...  And what would be a useful thing to ask, when you were uncertain of what questions it held the answers too?

  Contemplating the arcane library, Blake made the assumption that for the most part those more experience than their not so little group were the ones to ask questions, let alone get access to it.  And so, Blake had their questions.

  "Thank you Jarl.  Catalogue, are you capable of answering more than one question at once?  And if so, do you have a log of the questions that you have been asked?"

  Obviously, some had something worthwhile to ask at some point.

Mittens, Grall, and Mortin all follow Darthic to the martial training ground.  By now, Mittens has recovered her gauntlets and is idly playing with them, making them slam into each other.  When offered a gofer boy, Mittens answers for the three.

"I'm a paladin of Tempus," she answers, "And these two are warlords of butt-kick.  All three of us are looking to be more awesome, if there's a teacher of such handy."
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"The books and relics of this library each was given numbers to identify and locate them by," Catalogue answers everyone as a card and quil appear above the book.

The quil writes on the card then the card floats over to Gilant.  A second card appears below the quil and the writing resumes.

"Written on these cards is the identifier numbers of the book or relic that I believe will aid you in finding the knowledge you seek..."

The second card floats to Michael and the quil begins writing on a third card.

"...along with either the chapter and page, or instructions on the relic's use."

Third card to Shale, fourth card appears.

"The first number identifies the section of the library indicated by a numbered banner hanging from the ceiling."

Fourth to Emerald, fifth appears.

"The second identifies the row that the item is located on indicated by a number on the end of the shelf."

Fifth to Eli, sixth appears.

"The third identifes the individual item corresponding to the tag attached to it."

Sixth to Rev, seventh appears.

"Please exersize caution and search only for the item indicated on your card.  Many books and relics were placed down here because they were deemed unsafe for the general public."

The seventh card floats to Blake.

"They may tempt a person to delve into their secrets and ensnare them to their will."

Jarl chuckles.

"I'm afraid I'm unable to resist the temptation to browse.  I don't expect to be down here long enough to be enslaved by some sentient magic item, but my own curiosity already rules my will."

((OOC: Here's your chance to pose how your character comes by whatever feats or powers they gain at lvl 2.  For example, Blake may be directed to a guardian golem who rambles on about the famous people who've visited this library and what books they browsed then gets led to an orb that sees into a corner of hell.  Or Emerald may bump into a fellow novice who's reading the book she's looking for: http://www.choochtheclown.com/...agic_for_Dummies.jpg

And don't worry about the warning.  Was only there for flavor.  In my estimation, the ONE RING from Lord of the Rings would be a good frame of reference...  It's one of the most powerful mind dominating relics of all fantasy, and it took decades to budge Bilbo's will.))
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"R-Right away!" the boy answers the requests with a salute and a bow before running off.

"I'll be taking that training sword back by the way," Darthic says to Mittens.

She returns the sword to him with her compliments.

"How 'bout we have that duel now?!" she asks him.

In the blink of an eye, the sword's tip is at her throat.

"Duel over," Darthic says, "But we can give it another go after you've trained up some with whomever the page returns with."

The page returns with battle hardened veteran teachers, and a large history book.  One wonders how he did all that so quickly, but this may be an indication of why he was given the honor of being the elite training ground's page.

((OOC: As above, so below.  Players write up their own training sequence.  Perhaps Mittens will be taught by a battle cleric of Pelor.  Perhaps Freedom will be "upgraded" by an expert artificer, no training needed.  It's up to you.  After your training posts, I'll post a "that night" and a "the next morning" narrative.))
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Changing the pose order:  Pose order is now Blake > Tim's alts > Seth's alts.  Your next posts will be the last ones for this thread.  A new thread will then open with a "The next day" narrative.

Also, considering an option for this story line.  Namely, a party system much like Final Fantasy (and many other RPGs) where you select a combat team from a cast of characters, and the others just backseat during combat until you reach a short rest where you can swap out characters.  Of course, the presumption would be that Blake is included in every selected combat team so he can RP.  Just an idea.  Thoughts?
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  Blake considers the words of the Catalogue he wanders deeper into the Library, card in his hands. 'To delve into their secrets, ensnared by their will...'



  Blake found themselves before a brazier with a small sulfurous flame burning with in it. "Hello. Blake."
  "Well, fancy meeting you here" Blake said, tossing the card into the fire and walking away towards the Ritual section.

  A quick search turned up a Book and Scroll of the Time Ravager Ritual.  Blake had the inherent knack for creation rituals, but this one was far beyond their means at the moment both monetarily and practically.  However, instinct had lead them to consider it.  The same one that had lead to their freedom.  That had given them the inclination to craft a simple Amulet of Health over other, more direct items.

  Hours were spent studying the ritual, nearly enough to master it had they the experience (*rimshot*) to do so.  However, while they could not use the ritual, what it did, how it did it, that was the important thing.  What was once an act of desperate instinct and power was now a certainty to Blake.  Weaker than the ritual, it always would be.  But it would grow stronger as he did, and could be used as he wished.

  A Ruinous Phrase.
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Mittens grins in response to the Dwarf's victory and his renewed challenge.

"You're on!" she chimes happily.

Grall and Mortin are NOT so happy when they see one of the trainers whom the page returns with.  Yeah, he's human, but he may as well be a goliath.  He's not wearing armor, but workman's clothes.  The many scars on his rugged black skin suggest a man familiar enough with pain that perhaps he's forgotten that fighters wear armor to prevent it.  He carries with him an enormous hammer and an enormous smile.

"Well well well!" he says, "Mortin and Grall!  What a privilege to be your teacher!  I certainly hope I can teach you a lesson worth learning!"

Both Mortin and Grall simply walk away without a word.  The giant man loses his smile.

"You can't run from yourselves, you two!  You must face your inner demons!  Show some backbone!"

But his words fall on deaf ears.  Mittens on the other hand is very enthused by this dramatic entry, her eyes wide as saucers.

"I'll totally be your student today!" she exclaims excitedly.

Darthic raises an eyebrow.

"Me too!" he interjects.

The big bright smile returns to the broad chiseled face of the martial teacher.

"Very well!" he says, "Try and keep up!"

With that, he jogs further into the training arena, Mittens and Darthic in tow.  The three of them soon disappear around a corner.
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Bridget takes the history book. "Thank you." she says to the page. When she sees the big man that Mortin AND Grall walk away from, her expression doesn't change. However, rather than follow him when he mentions keeping up, she decides to prove a point. She already has the training grounds memorized up in her head and walks herself a shortcut to where she suspects the big vet and his two trainies will be jogging to. She finds herself a seat and begins reading, ready for those three to show up at any time.

Bridget keeps her attention sharp, lest any of them desire to sneak up on her for some reason (a childish prank or simply to test her). But is still able to read the book well enough to start understanding the history of the surrounding regeons. However, if the three show up with no attempt to sneak up on her, she would then lift her gaze to the three to see what they do next...

(Haven't chosen a feat for her yet, but Bridget's utility is the DUH pick: Pass Forward. Now that she's hybrid fighter/warlord, she qualifies for that very awesome power.)

Emerald does indeed browse the arcane library and is so very fascinated. She sits down with one book. And then another. And then another. At one point, Emerald has to remind herself she isn't here to dally, but to get what she needs. So she browses more liberally and finds some books on linguistic study. She always wanted to understand everyone around her and this seemed like a good time to finish studying what languages she had yet to learn. Namely Deep Speech, Giant and Primordial. Well, she technically had yet to learn Abyssal and Supernal, but those are languages that are more a curiousity than a necessity.

She takes those books (More or less "Common to Giant" or "Common to Primordial" being the titles) and searches on the more arcane stuff and her eyes get big when she finds an old book simply titled "The magic of music". Being a singer already, Emerald was enthralled by this and took the book off the shelf. She found it's author had written a series of books and they all had much to do with each other. With the help of the magical index, Emerald is able to find all the books on the topic that she needed and she thoroughly studied them. The day got late quick and she goes to a magician and asks if she can borrow the books. The magician informs her of a place in the library where Emerald can sleep so she can keep the books here.

Emerald has one very sleepless night as she can't seem to stop reading and reading by candle light. Occasionally singing a phrase or two in her room as she reads on the magic her own vocal chords can attune to. Learning that musical notes can ring magic like an instrument is so great a discovery to her, she can barely contain her excitement. She feels transformed. Like she had been a caterpillar all along and just exited her cocoon to become a butterfly, displaying her colors to the world.

But even as her excitement pushed her into her 40th hour of being awake, her body succumbed to it's own mortal limits and she slept. For 16 hours. But even in her sleep, Emerald continued her studies. Phrases in Deep Speech sang songs in her dreams only for orcs to sing praises to her in Giant. All the while, Primordials were chanting Gregorian chants to cast musical spells to make the concert glitter. She woke to find herself quietly whispering some of the phrases and immediately got to writing down the music she drempt up.

Another book. It was titled "Master of None". With deep study and care, Emerald learned the secrets of being able to continue study even in the midst of mastering other things she has studied. But she had taken in so much already that she dared not try too hard just yet. She was new to all this and frankly, was amazed at what she learned. It was like this was who she was all along and the books just awoke her to this fact. She had broken free. She had become. And the best part was; her story was just beginning.

With a smile, Emerald decided it was time for a new way to display her talents. No more need to stab in the back or sneak around in the shadows just to get a decisive hit. Now it was time to exercise her lungs and sing out to the world. With a bright smile and tears streaming down her face, Emerald closed the last book. Its title? "Being a good leader".

Emerald goes out from her solitude and then realizes she is not all that presentable. She quickly sneaks off to look for a bath house or, if she's lucky, a private bath of some kind. Regardless of her luck level in that, she eventually returns to the arcane library and on the way finds a shop. "....hmm... one of those books mentioned magically enchanted clothing... I'll have to look into that once I get that money they promised."

Finally, Emerald makes her way to look for the others.
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Reverie's eyes water with glee as she sees what is on her card. She thanks the catalog and hurries off deeper into the arcane library. She finds a map to a place deep inside one of the catacombs of Unity. Does this stop her? No. She very quickly hurries off to find her way to those catacombs and begins navigating the unguarded grave sight. After all, nobody goes there. Why would it be guarded?

She finds an old scroll in the tomb of some dead warlock and reads it.

"Be still, my heart,
For this is just a start..."

She reads it and then hugs it close to her heart with a warm smile and her eyes closed. For she has just learned a secret she suspects even the gnome will be jealous of. But even if Shale winds up grabbing the same thing, Reverie still wins because then they can have a power in common beyond simply being labeled warlocks. She then remembers there was that other warlock Blake and wonders what he will be learning by the time she sees him again. Either way, it no longer mattered if her fellow warlocks cursed someone before she did. Now she could curse an enemy freely regardless of if they had a curse on them already. Reverie rubs her cheek on the scroll before placing it and its secrets back in the tomb and leaving.

It was around then she went to look for the others, but the others had all gone their separate ways. Reverie decided it was time to meditate.

During this meditation, she got pretty deep into it and for a brief moment, entered a state between pure hypnosis and just downright sleep. It was then she was rather suddenly yanked into deep space to walk with the stars. A purple star turns to look at her, opening several of its eyes.

Reverie was frightened and tried to speak, having forgotten that her voice does not carry in space. She gulps, the star simply staring at her. She knew it was The Dream Whisperer also known as Caiphon. She was scared and wanted to run, but her eyes were fixed on Caiphon's and she was frozen in place by her fear. Caiphon blinked and Reverie found herself on the other side of the star. Another eye opened on that side. It blinked and Reverie found herself on yet another side of the star. Soon, the star was constantly blinking, Reverie being teleported all around the star in a confusing mess. She simultaneously felt her impending doom and a sense of anxiety like she was receiving a new toy. She was.

Rather suddenly, Reverie snapped out of her meditation, back in the real world and grabbed her heart, gasping loudly like she had held her breath under water and just now come up for air.

"Shraklathilejihilitonikkin..." she mutters for a brief moment as her mind regathers its sanity. She calms herself and breathes slowly before praying for guidance. It's then she realizes just what this gift was. It was so obvious...

She smiles brightly at the insight she has been given by Caiphon. That star isn't even her patron star. Still, she knows the warnings given about Caiphon. That star betrays those who trust in it. She decides it best to err on the side of caution.

Reverie gets up from her spot, finds a means of cleaning up and preparing for the mission ahead and does so.

(Utility picked: Caiphon's Leap)
(Feat picked: Cursed Coordination)
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Eli takes his card and says, "Have fun, Jarl! I'll be back..." with that, he bites his lower lip and hurries off to the martial training grounds. He quickly looks around and finds no sign of Darhic or Mittens. "Awww..." he persists in looking and even musters up the courage to ask. When he's told Justice took them to school, he was unsure. He LOVES that guy, but... his training is way beyond rigorous. "Guess it's arcana first."

With that, he goes back to the library and studies. With some insights and a little reading, he's reminded of a project of his. He goes back to his own study at home and digs up his notes. A broad smile crosses his face as he puts some things together that he had not before and comes up with a spell that would have SO helped him in his spar against Mittens. He finishes studying for it, then returns the card to the library and hurries off to the martial training grounds again.

"Darthic!" he calls. "Aww man. Is he STILL with Jus...tice...." he gulps as he sees the shadow of the huge black man overshadow him and then some. He looks up and over his shoulder to see Justice and grins nervously, wiggling his fingers at him in a semi-wave.

"Icameheretolearnhowtousearmorabitbetter!" he shoots out.

Justice was pleased with Bridget's strategy and commended her.  Upon Eli's arrival and request, he chuckles.

"I'll be happy to teach you!"

Darthic raises an eyebrow.  Perhaps the boy's encounter with the paladin of Tempus did him more good than he realized.  Eli's been one to shy away from martial training, but the wise old dwarf decides it best to leave well enough alone and not ask any questions.

"Get him some leather armor!" Justice orders Mittens who promptly runs off to retrieve the gear for Eli.

Bridget watches the goings on with Justice and Eli. She strokes her chin and says, "Hold that thought, Mittens. Justice. While learning how to use armor would be beneficial, you show that you don't need armor. Perhaps technique would be better for him. At least for now. Better that he know what to do if stripped of his armor than to rely entirely on it. Your thoughts?"

Justice smiles at Bridget.  "One step ahead of me again I see," he says, "I was going to test which suited him better."

Darthic nods.

"Bridget's suggestion would suit him more," he asserts, "Me and Jarl have discussed this matter at length, but now that I see that there's an instructor of this ability available, my objection to his stance is now a non-issue.

Justice frowns and nods, and faces Eli.

"Your thoughts?"

Eli listens. All of the martial people in the immediate area seem to agree on this concept. Which worries him. He would RATHER hide behind armor, especially after seeing Mittens do as much to great effect. But not getting hit in the first place sounds nice too. Plus even if he's about to be hit, he is now armed with a spell to make such a hit negated. "Sure.." he says cautiously. Eli glances at Darthic, then back to Justice with a determined look.

Justice gets with the training of the boy wizard and the others that care take on his challenges.  Mittens spends most of her time getting flattened by Justice's giant hammer while Eli would spend most of his time learning how to not get hit in the first place.  Darthic only interrupts on occasion with a whisper to Justice instructing him on how to motivate the boy since keeping the Shifter motivated doesn't seem to be much of a problem even when she's pummeled to an inch of her life repeatedly.  Eventually she simply can't recover from the punishment and her unconscious body has to be carried off the training grounds.
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Gilant follows the instructions on the card and is led to a book on a table next to a chair and a training mat that creates illusionary 'practice' targets. Gilant then sits at the chair and reads through the book learning about how he can transform the crude energy he can harness through his sword into Sigils and the variety of effects those Sigils can invoke. As a 'perk' Gilant picks up on being able to weave his spoken words in a similar manner to impress, trick, or cow those around him. Gilant grins upon the realization of the true power Sigils can invoke and proceeds to practice on the 'practice dummies' on the mat.

The mat is designed to produce images as real-to-life as possible.  When activated, the dead members of Gilant's cadre appear!  "Protect us," they request.  At first, the 'dummies' only look like the people he knew, but behave in an unemotional, blank way.  As the training progresses, the become more and more true to their individual personalities.  The former leader of the group becomes more commanding, and the others fall into their familiar roles.  They even talk with each other and with Gilant in the way they used to.

Gilant spends hours practicing harnessing and unleashing arcane energy through his blade, and through his mutterings, while often returning to the book in order to gleam a better understanding of the procedure whenever he runs into difficulty.

Towards the end of the training while Gilant is reading from the book, the Githyanki is surprised when he hears the image of his Cadre's leader say, "Gilant," in a serious tone at the end of the training, "We'll always be a part of you.  But we've seen the other side.  Unexpected alliances and divisions.  Something's coming.  Unity is not everything.  Beware who you ally yourself with.  Fear is the only ally who won't let you down."

Gilant then glares towards the ghostly image of his Cadre's leader and replies while walking towards the image and leaving his blade at the table. "That outlook on life is what got the rest of the Cadre killed. Fear is not an ally because it can betray you by leading to hesitation and doubt in oneself. Fear is only a tool used to warn oneself of danger and to intimidate ones enemies." Gilant holds out his hand as he continues, "The only ally I have that will never let me down as long as I am faithful to it is my blade!" as Gilant invokes his swordbond, summoning his blade to his hand, which now points at the ghostly image of his Cadre's leader for a brief instant. The blade then glows red as Gilant sweeps it in a wide arc, leaving arcane runes burning in the air above Gilant's foes as the Githyanki Swordmage unleashes a perfected Sword of Sigil's attack on the foes that surrounded the Githyanki during his 'conversation'. "I've now completed this training, so you can go back to the other side and dwell on your mistakes and failures. However, remember this, I will not be limited by your teachings, or those currently in charge of our homeland. I will find my own way, using my blade to carve out a destiny that will make even Gith herself proud!" Gilant then steps off the mat and the ghostly illusions of his Cadre and the foes he would protect them from vanish. Gilant then heads to the desk to close the book before heading off to tend to personal matters with a pleased smirk on his face.

If anyone had observed the 'conversation' at the end of Gilant's training, it would seem as if the Githyanki had been wanting to tell off the leader of his Cadre for quite some time over the differences they had in how they saw things.

Freedom knows what he is going to have to do in order to undergo training to make the most of his endurance to both hamper enemies and bolster allies. As such he is led to a dark earthen chamber, that that he has trained within previously for other lessons.

Freedom's trainer is the 'massive human with several nasty scars across his face sits at a small desk nearby.' mentioned when the martial types were taken to the back area named Cedric.  He's a guy of few words, but takes a liking to Freedom proven by the fact that he has previously overseen the Warforged's training personally.  Compared to the arcane type training, the training room is a lot more mechanical than magical.  For example, the 'allies' that Freedom is charged with protecting are a pack of trained dogs.  The exercise is timed, and Freedom must make it to the end on time or he is considered to have failed the session.  Cerdic activates the various traps and hazards in a way that puts the dogs in real danger, and their scars show that not every trainee was successful in defending them.  At one point, the oldest of the dogs becomes completely exhausted and is unable to continue on in spite of the fact that lagging behind could get him killed. Upon seeing this, Freedom turns around risking himself to rescue the dog while relying on his own Warforged Resolve to fortify his own resilience. Inspired by Freedom's determination to protect the pack, the other dogs find the will to overcome the rest of the challenges presented within the exercise with Freedom carrying the oldest dog with his left arm the rest of the way. However, due to the time lost in doubling back to save the old dog, Cerdic informs Freedom that he failed the exercise. However, Cerdic also makes it quite clear that Freedom has earned his respect by saying, "While those who fail the timed exercise may be considered losers by some, those who would abandon allies for their own gain in the battlefield are considered worse than losers. They are considered to be scum." Cerdric also honors Freedom with ownership of the dog, which Freedom learns is named Jimmy, and showing Freedom how to use Cerdric's favored weapon, the Craghammer.

Freedom knows that although he did fail the timed portion of the exercise, he has still managed to learn the lesson that the exercise was designed to teach, so in Freedom's mind, he has achieved his goal, earned the respect of a valued teacher, and gained a new and loyal friend.
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Michael follows the instructions on the card and comes to a desk with a chair next to it and two books on top of it. Michael sits down at the chair and reads through the books, occasionally stopping to practice something he has just learned before writing it down in his spellbook in order to make sure wht he is writing is correct. it isn't long before Michael is able to quickly summon forth an arcane shield to deflect an attack he knows would otherwise strike him. The more complicated spell he is working on however is a spell he was drawn to by Shale's antics regarding manipulating a foe, as Michael realizes that while he cannot mimic Shale's power with his own, he can do something far more useful in other situations as he works on mastering a spell that messes with an individual's memory.

Michael is however troubled by an anecdote in the book he using to learning the 'memory to myst' spell. Michael pauses before he continues to read a passage within the book that mentions a lost chapter in the history of the royal family.  Michael mutters to himself as he reads part of the passage softly to himself, "This technique incorporates similar principles that were used to remove a chapter of the royal family's history from the memory of the population." Michael knows this passage raises some troubling questions since if the memory was erased from the population, then the book must have been written by someone whose memory was not affected, possibly the individual who performed the casting itself. But the more dire question on Michael's mind is what sort of event would make the royal family wish to do everything it could to erase it from history?

Shale looks at the instructions on the card and grins slightly as he heads off towards the relic it talks about. Once he reaches his destination, Shale mutters, "Well Eochaid, what is today's lesson?" as the gnome knows that the relic will help him with the lesson that Eochaid is going to provide, but Shale has no clue what Eochaid is going to do to teach Shale about teleportation.

The 'relic' that Shale finds is a sleeping bird of paradise.  When it wakes, it speaks with voice of Eochaid: "You've been doing well. I'm granting you a promotion. There's an old hole in my roof that needs patching up.  Not an easy chore, but it needs to be done. You know who your work crew will be. The tools... Well the the rising star is already on the right track. Watch where she goes and learn what she does."

Shale grins at the gift of being bestowed the power to use Ethereal Stride, but is concerned about the ominous warning that there is a hole in his roof that needs to be patched as Shale knows the sky of the Feywild is Eochaid's 'roof'. Shale suspects that Eochaid wants Shale to work with others in Unity to protect the Feywild from a threat that has breached the Feywild.

Shale stops dwelling on Eochaid's 'lesson' when the bird of paradise opens its eyes again and tells Shale where to go to find, the 'rising star'.

Shale nods and says, "I won't fail you, or the Feywild," as he heads off to find Reverie in the catacombs by quickly following the directions Eochaid gave him. Shale reaches Reverie's location in time to see her placing the scroll back in the tomb and then depart. After Reverie's departure, Shale emerges from the shadows and approaches the tomb before reaching for the scroll he saw Reverie place within it. Upon retrieving the scroll, he reads it and then giggles as he quickly understands the knowledge that he knows Reverie has also gained. "This will be quite useful indeed."

After mastering the material written on the scroll, Shale returns the scroll to the tomb and then heads off to take care of some personal matters before joining up with everyone else.
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