Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: archive 0
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Wed 26 Jul 2006
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Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
Like a moth to a flame Ramor had been drawn to the temple of Kossuth upon reaching Iriaebor.  Few lands beyond his own beloved Calimshan worshipped the Firelord and upon learning there was indeed a temple devoted to him in the ‘backwards little backwater’ town of Iriaebor he had hastened his pace to reach the city, and the temple before the new month.  The month of Flamerule was sacred to him as its connection to Kossuth could be disputed only by imbecilic morons from the north.

And so Ramor stood in his black leather accoutrements staring up at the impressively built ziggurat styled temple.  A long set of steps led upward to the main entrance and so he climbed.  An acolyte greeted him at the door “Blessings of Kossuth upon thee.” but otherwise allowed him to pass without scrutiny.  Though Kossuth maintained a temple here its congregation was anything but robust and any who wished to worship or pay tribute were allowed without question.

He had come to Iriaebor questing for a unique artifact said to be crafted in quantity by the gnome Egam in Berdusk.  The gnome had indeed possessed the item which Ramor coveted, a ring that strengthened the mind but he was not interested in gold or trade, instead he sent Ramor to Iriaebor and a priest of Kossuth’s temple there named Vilthanus to whom Egam owed a debt.  When Ramor had repaid Egam’s debt the ring would be his.  But first he must find Vilthanus and make good on Egam’s debt.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Wed 26 Jul 2006
at 17:23
Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
Smiling a genuine smile the first time since he'd left Calimport as he looked up to the Firelord's temple.  He had removed his tight black turban at the onset of Flamerule, and let his wild, red hair dance free in tribute of his own fashion.  Rubbing his hand through the mane, he regretted only that this dank, moldy city was too cold for his hot blood.  No wonder his ancestors decided to leave these far distant lands outside of their control - there was really nothing here worth ruling over compared to the salt sea air and wide expanse of blazing sands that enshrined Calimshan.

Giving the guard at the door a cursory, but polite, exchange of words as he walked past, the wizard nonetheless held the scathing words he was thinking to himself about the slipshod manner in which he let a complete stranger pass.  Fire tested, and proved one worthy, or burned until it refined.  Ramor was sure that the next test that acolyte was subjected to would find him to be more like tinder than a searing flame.  The thoughts passed as quickly as they came, not worth dwelling on a moment longer, burned out and blown away like chaff on the wind.

Egam, the damned gnome, had been the cause of multiple frustrations already.  Ramor had done all that he could to find exactly what he wanted to expand his understanding of magic - a ring, of course the means to grow would come from a forge.  It simply signified to him that he would be tempered further, in the fire longer and the heat just as hot as his potential could be, not what it could currently withstand.  Such was the life of an instrument of power.

Sometimes, as all Calishites could be, Ramor was polite - even generous, since he was speaking with a foreigner - and gave many compliments about the supposed construction of the item in question.  All of his attempts to gain possession directly had been turned aside, and before long he found himself, in his zeal, agreeing to perform a service for the little creature.  The word 'service' still twisted his mouth like a distasteful drink even when thinking about it.  He was most definitely not a servant.

Looking about the temple, he searched for yet another acolyte.  Finding the fastest resolution to be forcing his will on the unfortunate man at the door a step behind him, he turned.  Ramor reached for the man's arm and leaned in close, "Blessings of the Tyrant of Fire upon you, brother.  I am here for Brother Vilthanus, at the behest of Egam of Berdusk.  Where might I find him?"
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Wed 26 Jul 2006
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Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
"Of course sir.  Brother Vilthanus' teachings will be concluding shortly, he is in the Hall of the Flame if you'd like to sit in upon them."  The acolyte then relayed directions on how to find the Hall of Flame.

Though the temple was a maze of cooridors Ramor's memory was second to none and he easily followed the acolyte's directions to the hall where he found a man delivering a sermon to assembled priests and acolytes.  Typical of Vilthanus' sermons this one focussed on the unforgiving nature of fire and the need for its destruction in one's own life.  Ramor's belly grumbled as the sermon dragged on but eventually Vilthanus concluded and much to Ramor's surprise his audience quickly departed with no greetings or questions for their teacher which left Ramor alone in the room with Vilthanus.

Hawkish eyes appaised Ramor from the front of the room befor he acknowledge his visitor with voice.  "What might I do for you brother?"
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Wed 26 Jul 2006
at 22:21
Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
Ramor locked eyes with the man, and bent his head only slightly, eyes closed and said as though reciting, "Only the strong understand that life is a crucible of refinement, from hot to hotter with reprieve only when the master chooses use the tool or discard the slag."  Looking up at the man, Ramor allowed a smile - almost.  "Your words show great wisdom, Brother Vilthanus.  I am Ramor ibn Adnan, of Calimport.  I am here on behalf of one Egam of Berdusk."

Ramor was not stupid enough to mention the debt repayment until he knew what it was, or at least a little more about it.  Often times in Calimport, arrangements like this were made between two high-ranking individuals with underlings eager to find favor scurrying from one Sabban to another on their behalf, only to find that the debt to be repaid resulted in torture and death.  Then business between the two offended parties continued as usual with the hope of renewed monetary profit on either side.  It was hard to find a good business partner, but a slight could not go unpunished in the Wards, lest your underlings thought you weak.  Then your profit waned because there was no fear to control them.  Ramor swore that a Calishite could hear the tinkle of coins a mile away and be able to tell you where they were minted and when.

Standing confidently, yet not being presumptuous, Ramor waited for the other man to speak.
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Fri 28 Jul 2006
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Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
The middle-aged man with a hawk-like nose listened with an arched eyebrow as Ramor pontificated.  When Egam was brought up his expression went blank for a moment then flashed recognition.  "Indeed?  And what services do you offer to settle his debt?"
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Fri 28 Jul 2006
at 13:13
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Again nearly cracking a smile - nearly - Ramor replied, "Though the outcome is important to me, I would know what this debt entails so that I may weigh it against that importance, and what you require to fulfill it.  My skills are many; doubtless, I have the means to make good on Egam's debt."
Vilthanus
Fri 28 Jul 2006
at 14:36
Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
"Bah!" Vilthanus shouted, his voice echoing through the stone chamber.  "He owes me a favor and he sends you, an incompetent, to perform it."  There was more angry mumbling but it was unintelligible.

Vilthanus stalked around the room then stopped and turned to Ramor "You are a devout follower of the Firelord no?  Yes, by your words and heritage, yes you are.  I do believe you will be able to settle this debt for me."  Vilthanus approached and put an arm around the wizard.  "I fear the church's ranks have been infiltrated by those unpurified by Kossuth's fre.  I would have you seek one such false priest out, confirm that his intentions are those of acquiring power for himself, not Kossuth, and not in His name."
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Fri 28 Jul 2006
at 19:35
Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
Ramor's face darkened at Vilthanus' outburst.  Doubtless this man was a powerful force for the Firelord, but insults were taken very seriously in Calimshan.  Very seriously.  Breathing deeply, and setting aside his ire, Ramor reminded himself that even this might be a test of his mettle, and stood still and silent.

"I will find this priest for you, and settle Egam's debt.  Have you any suspicions, or a direction? To whom would you send me for penance here in this temple? I will start there." The wizard thought that he could endure whatever penance would be placed upon him, and if this temple were so lax, it would likely be little anyway.  He hoped it would be little.
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Sat 29 Jul 2006
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Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
"Indeed I do know exactly where you would find this impure priest but allow me to administer your penance first."  There was a strange look upon the man's face as if he was relishing your punishment before your sins were even known.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Mon 31 Jul 2006
at 14:42
Re: Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring
Not quite sighing, Ramor knew that there was certainly something he had a need to be purified for in his long journey here, and what better way to perform work for Kossuth than to start in purity? The wizard was hoping that the preist responsible for his penance was someone else that he could begin his probe of the temple, but at least Vilthanus would discover his devotion first-hand.

The road to the Firelord had been an easy path for Ramor to take.  Many of the other gods revered in Calimshan were treated like merchant stalls and waste-paper baskets, their 'faithful' coming only to ask for favors, and then promptly tossing out any true faith once received.  Kossuth had always been different.  Or maybe just easier for Ramor to understand, given his extensive knowledge and working with fire.  It was at the same time unforgiving, yet purifying, useful, yet harmful - on and on the list could go, a dichotomy whose truth required insight beyond what most people ever attained.  Fire, and Kossuth, were things both greater than Ramor, and that was the type of god that he desired to serve.  He was only thankful that Kossuth had seen him worthy enough to use heat and flame to further the Firelord's will.

Then, Brother, let us not delay that the infiltrator walks in impunity not a moment longer than necessary. 
Vilthanus
Tue 1 Aug 2006
at 05:47
Pennance
"First your pennance.  It's no secret your people wield arcane fire second to none, prove your contritition and purity by calling forth his holy fire upon yourself."  Vilthanus was not one to disappoint those who felt the church of Kossuth was composed of sadistic zealots.

Pick a spell any (fire) spell, if it's strong enough, and you live, Vilthanus may just deem you worthy.  :0)
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Tue 1 Aug 2006
at 13:27
Re: Pennance
Ramor was not one to take his penance lightly.  Having few funds, and no precious metals to offer at the altar, he had already felt somewhat ashamed once entering the temple.  Nodding to the priest, the wizard approached the altar Brother Vilthanus had just spoken in front of, and with a contrite spirit let praises issue from his mouth like wisps of smoke toward his god.

Thinking of his journey from Calimshan, Ramor brought to memory the scorching sands of his homeland.  Like a mirage through waves of heat, he saw his city, thriving under the unforgiving rays of the sun.  He removed his cloak and vest, sweating from the heat he remembered, leaving himself bare before Kossuth from the waist up.

Lifting his hands, he held them over himself, and let the magic of the Weave find the purifying fire.  He discovered the pocket he was looking for, the hottest heat, the deepest flame, and coaxed it into his hands.  He held it there for a moment, a deep red radiance, roiling heat waves making the back of the temple waver like the mirage image he held in his mind. Thanking the Firelord for his favor, he unleashed the flame upon his naked chest, right at his heart - the harbor of his sin.

searing burning hands, sudden maximize, 20hp damage. 
Vilthanus
Tue 1 Aug 2006
at 15:52
Re: Pennance
Vilthanus knew but a handful of Calishites personally, the head of one of the loyal merchant houses in Iriaebor being one of them, but he knew of them and their ties to genies of fire very well.  Many envisioned Kossuth's home similar to the deserts of Calishman.  This test had proven to be a particularly effective one over the years as any false-believer would never bathe themselves in Kossuth's flame by their own hand and put themselves at his mercy unless they were assured of his protective mercy.

Many lesser acolytes and practitioners would, assuming they accepted this particular pennance at all, would choose a weak spell or direct the flame toward their feet or hands where death would be unlikely.  But the man before him summoned a fierce and searing flame and funnelled it toward his heart.  There was no doubt his faith and heart were pure.  "The church would be blessed by your service one day faithful brother."  Vilthanus said with true sincerity when the flames had disappeared leaving the man's chest badly burned, 'kissed by Kossuth' as they say.

"The priest you will seek is a Burning Brazier, dispatched by this temple to the small ton of Rosewood to the north.  His name is Serol Kinspar and he has grown considerably in both power and favor with Eternal Flame Kraakis.  When you find him, do not be lured by his charm and falsified piety, he forsakes his duty to Kossuth and works for his own wealth and glory, not Kossuth's.  Seek him out and catalogue such selfish deeds.  When he returns here seeking the fourth terrace he will answer for his transgressions."


"You need not confront him though I've no doubt your faith will tempt you to do, simply gain his good graces and report back his actions.  There is a hin in the town with means to relay messages to me and back to you.  Make use of his services as you see fit, mention my name and they will require no further payment."  Ramor's blistered chest was beyond the searing pain of burning as he stood and listened.  His nerves had been melted away leaving an aching hole in his self-awareness yet Vilthanus made no move to heal him.  This pennance would bear reminders of Kossuth's magnificence.
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Tue 1 Aug 2006
at 17:10
Re: Pennance
Ramor simply nodded, not trusting himself to do more than breathe and remain standing.  He was pleased that he could carry out with his penance, showing that his mind and his heart both were truly worshipful.  There were some days when he had his doubts.  Kossuth's will was hard as adamant, that only his ire or passion could hope to be hot enough to forge.  Ramor had always skirted the true issues of faith, and though his external offerings had been rich, he had never dared to bare his soul in such a way before.  He was pleased the Fire Lord found him worthy, which kindled his reverance to an even hotter flame, and afforded the wizard some resolve in his current plan of action.  Surely, Kossuth would have simply destroyed him if he were not destined to succeed in attaining the ring?

Ramor carefully bent to pick up his clothes, flakes of skin and remnants of singed body hair falling off as he moved.  He swore that he felt a new awakening inside, as though he had lit the coals of his soul aflame with his magic.  It would be a long time before the heat could fill the void, but with a slow smile, he knew that one day it would happen.  Today, however, there would be pain.

I will do as you ask, Brother Vilthanus.  Who else might I talk to here in this temple today that I might build some credibility with this Serol? Do you have any other instructions or messages that I may carry for the brotherhood while I journey to this 'Rose Wood'? Oh so carefully, the Calishite stepped down from the altar and walked smoothly back toward Vilthanus.  Pain indeed.
Vilthanus
Wed 2 Aug 2006
at 16:54
Under Cover
Vilthanus' ire raised once again.  "It would not be wise for Serol to know you are affilliated with this or any other temple.  He is a silver-tongued devil and knowing such he would hide his true motives of personal power and glory.  He fights with the might of the Firelord yet has brought no new believers to the flock.  He is only interested in using Kossuth's power to his own ends.  Beware, he has charmed Kraakis, our Eternal Flame, and would do the same to you if you are not vigilant."

"The area is well known for it's adventurers and it would provide an easy cover for you to gain his confidence.  Perhaps you might even offer your aid, aid that will be put to use for his true purpose, not the noble self-sacrificiing purpose of a proper Burning Brazier."

A little catchup if Kossuthian religion is foreign to you:
An Eternal Flame is the head of a Kossuthian temple.  Eternal Flame Kraakis serves that capacity here in Iriaebor.  The Burning Braziers are the military wing of the church with each Brazier like Serol following the dictates of the nearest Eternal Flame.

Ramor ibn Adnan
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Wed 2 Aug 2006
at 21:38
Re: Under Cover
Ramor conceded with a slight bow of his head.  This man was dangerous, and none too. . . held together, were the only words that came to mind.  As the licking flames of a great fire, it appeared Vilthanus' emotions were the same - unpredictable, fickle.  Very dangerous.  Still, Ramor would do his obvious duty, and report back the transgressions of this Serol Kinspar.  The wizard guessed that he would not be that difficult to find.

His chest still hurt, and the burns were starting to itch.  He was glad that he wore a vest he could leave open to the air, even though the edges were sure to catch more flakes of skin.  There was nothing for it.  Very well, I will depart at once for Rosewood.  By your leave?

Waiting for approval, Ramor took his things and left, glad to be one step closer to getting out of this dank, foul 'city'.  A mission for the Firelord! Another test of my worthiness.  Ramor was burning with excitement.
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Fri 4 Aug 2006
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Re: Under Cover
Early Morning


Vilthanus nodded his ascent and when Ramor turned to leave the priest could not help but smile.  Egam's timing could not have been better.

The hot weather of the past few days had given way to cool temperatures and intermittent drizzling from clouds that could not be blown away by the steady winds that whipped through the streets of Iriaebor.  It was as different from the sunny heat of Calimport as Ramor every hoped to experience.  He had been given a task, one which would allow him to finally acquire the ring he so desired and now had to decide how to go about completing the task.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Mon 7 Aug 2006
at 14:26
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Did he say North? Ramor's mouth twisted again in distaste, though it quickly became a grimace of pain.  He took a deep breath, and felt his muscles and singed skin stretch.  It had already begun to heal, but the process would be long.  He did not want to travel in such a state by himself, so he quickly made up his mind to find a travel depot, or a merchant's guild.  It is likely he could book passage or at the very least hire out his expertise as a merchant guard.  He would prefer the last, so he could travel in a group and get paid for it.

Making his way through the streets of Iriaebor, Ramor could not help but reminisce about Calimport.  The Overland City swelled during summertime with merchants of shapes and sizes, just as Calimport did in the 'winter'.  The familiar sounds of commerce echoed through every street, along with the rabble that incited the less-than-savory services necessary to keep guards, merchants, hostlers, and any other member of a merchant team occupied in the off hours after market.

The wizard didn't know a lot about the city itself, but he knew enough about merchant states that details didn't really matter.  Who cared if this city remained independent? If Calimshan never saw worth in it, why should he aside from his present venture? He had seen many a man with their caravan-guard badges on earlier, walking around with impunity.  Dogs.  In just a few months these same men would slink through his streets, polluting it with their stink and foreign accents.  Today, they were his best chance of getting to Rosewood safely.  He looked around for the best candidate.
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Tue 8 Aug 2006
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Inquiries of seven badged caravan guards yielded not a single one that had ever heard of Rosewood, much less a shipment going there.  A stop at one of the many trading costers yielded the location of Rosewood which had buoyed Ramor's spirit, as well as the fact that only a handful of shipments left for the isolated and largely self-sufficient town over the course of a year and there were none leaving for at least a month which dropped them once again.  A copy of a simple map emblazoned with the coster's name in large bold letters was made available free of charge which showed the way to Rosewood.  The journey would be a lonely and dangerous one.

Go ahead and conclude any shopping  or other business you wish to take care of with your next post.  I'll get you on the road tomorrow.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Tue 8 Aug 2006
at 16:31
Re: Under Cover
Ramor felt at least a little apprehensive about setting out on his journey.  He dared not heal his wound, nor delay in his quest, but one day of rest would not put him off too much.  After speaking with the caravan dogs, The Old Talking Ox seemed to be the best place to stay, and it was outside of this terrible city as well.  Ramor could do with some good food and a soft bed before the long journey.

He had certainly miscalculated before leaving Calimshan.  He was intending only to travel to Berdusk and perhaps take a short jaunt through Cormyr on the way back to the Sword Coast.  Having to come first here, and now on to Rosewood to perform this favor had left his funds a little low.  He knew better than to ask for assistance at the Temple, and the wizard mentally scolded himself for even thinking of doing so.  His faith that the Firelord would see his task done was complete and total - there was no room for doubt in a crucible, only purity.

He walked through the streets in the general direction of the Talking Ox, past the market stalls idly looking for anything he might be able to apply his talents to for some additional pay.

Specifically looking for jewelers, tailors, 'antiques', or other restorers, so as to use a couple of mending spells to speed up their labor for a day.  If he doesn't find any, then, he'll continue to his destination - I found some info on the city, and figured inns for out of towners would be something easily garnered from the folk he spoke with; I'll adjust if that was presumptuous.  Aside from trail rations, a week's worth, he won't pick up anything else.