Re: Part 1 - Prologue
Corian looks askance at Erista as she leans against him. "No, no, you misunderstand." he starts to explain, only to be interrupted by the babble of protests, complaints and threats from some of the others."
He tries again, "Oh, dear, I'm making a frightful hash of this, aren't I?" A deep breath to calm his nerves, and then, "I didn't mislead anybody because I thought the truth would discourage interest in my real venture. Quite the opposite, in fact. I didn't want to tell the truth because I thought it might attract the wrong sort of people. Enemies, to be blunt."
"Excuse me." he carefully pushes Erista away, to a respectable distance, and continues, "I suppose I should start at the beginning."
"I am an apprentice to a mage, Dasidar, who lives in a hamlet a little north of Reme, and a thankless position it is, or rather was, since my master has now released me from service. Some months ago we were visiting the library of another mage, Feriblan, in the city. My master went there often to consult with Feriblan, who is an unpleasant man, usually surrounded by the stench of boiled cabbage and cheap spirits, and prone to hysterical gibbering."
"Unpleasant though he is, Feriblan is not as unpleasant as his own apprentice, Vortigern, who is a nasty individual, a violent bully who likes to taunt and intimidate the apprentices of visiting mages. I'm sure that if Feriblan were not quite, quite mad, he would have dismissed Vortigern long ago, since the man has certainly progressed far beyond the skills of a mere apprentice."
Corian looks down at his hands for a moment, marshalling his thoughts, "Whenever we went to visit Feriblan, I would always endeavour to avoid Vortigern, and this most recent occasion was no exception. I found a small room, off to one side of the main library, and contented myself with perusing the various volumes contained within. As I read, I ran my fingers over a carved detail on the reading stand, and was surprised when a hidden compartment sprang open. Inside was a small box with a piece of paper attached which identified it as belonging to one Eralion of Fairhill."
"Curious, as I had heard of Eralion, and knew that he had died decades ago, I opened the box. Inside it I found a peculiar amulet and a scrap of parchment, a letter to Feriblan. In it, Eralion explained to Feriblan that he intended to attempt a most difficult ritual, which would grant him immortality, as a form of lich."
"This goin' ter take much longer?" Colwyn demands out of the shadows, "Only I's waitin' fer yer ter finish, so's I can be 'avin' me dinner, see?"
With a sigh, Corian gets to his feet and starts to pace as he continues his tale, "Very well, to cut a fascinating tale indecently short, I decided to learn more of Eralion. After Dasidar dismissed me, saying I had learned all that he was prepared to teach me, I risked another visit to mad, foul old Feriblan and questioned him directly regarding Eralion. He told me, amid interminable ramblings concerning the properties of various cheeses, that Eralion had not had sufficient magical might to become a lich, and that it was his belief that his old friend had, in actuality, been the victim of a cruel deceit perpetrated by the demon Orcus."
"He did, however, confirm for me the location of Eralion's keep, just off the Tradeway, not far from the village of Fairhill. And that, my friends, is where we are going. While I seek only a certain staff, and some tomes of occult lore, you may take you pick of any other items we find in the wizard's tower."
"I apologise that I could not speak of this openly in Reme, but I could not risk that vile ne'er-do-well Vortigern learning of my intended destination."
"Now that I have explained my actions, shall we eat?"