The burned out remains of a tiny chapel nestled incongruously beside a warehouse heavy with the reek of salted cod and pickled herring as Giles walked past wondering at its history.

Across the open square sat a group of fishermen eating black bread and brown cheese, a rather forlorn skald plied his trade for a few pennies outside the harbour masters office occasionally invoking a sympathetic coin but more often a hard crust or less wholesome missile was pitched his way.

Mangy dogs and rats almost as big sifted through the piles of refuse from the pickling houses;  a small shrine to what seemed to be a local saint sat outside the smithy was liberally decorated with silver coins.

The trip north by ship had been quite pleasant, the spring weather was warming and thankfully they encountered no storms on the way.

He had disembarked in Glissom relatively suprised by the size of the city and the quality of the infrastructure; his superiors at the abbey had seemed to be of the opinion that anything north of Clyster was lawless wasteland.

As he walked further into the city the smell of the docks faded away and he found himself gently climbing upwards along wellmade streets of stone, his practiced eye soon began to pickout sections of buildings undoubtedly of Selentine make.

As he inspected one of the walls two men dressed in plaid and maille approached him, their weapons still at their sides.

" Morning, Sir...Hearthwarden?...um..You, is there anyway we could be of assistance in your inspection of this residence?"

Colm is working hard as usual.  He feels like he is the busiest man in all of Glissom City, now that he is a professional Apothecary.  Colm is currently finishing of a huge batch of potions for his most prestigious customer, and is eager to see the result. 
The work has not been easy, with rudimentary equipment in what barely passes for a laboratory, it has taken 28 days of concentration and process.  It does not help that Colm's Patron and owner of the Apothecary Shop is a half crazed Albish Sorcerer, prone to carbonising unexpected visitors!

A cauldron bubbles away on the fire, as Colm polishes a newly made leather satchel.  Specially designed for the task, the satchel can hold 10 potion bottle in two neat rows of five.  The bottles themselves are of the best green glass available, with cork stoppers.  Once the potions are complete, and decanted into each of the bottles, the corks will be sealed with hot wax.  Colm designed the satchel himself, it being padded, waxed, oiled and secured with straps, the chances of accidental damage to the potions is minimised.

Colm can't wait to get back to his adventuring life, and is eagerly looking forward to seeing his old friend Brannon soon.  Brannon has been on an archaeological expedition of the Pagan Mountains, as any scholar with a passion for history would.

In reply to Giles, Colm, Kores (msg # 1):

Giles bows politely -“Greetings, why yes, I was admiring how portions of the old town have been built over by the new. The owner of this residence- do you know if he takes much of an interest in these matters? That is to say, of the goings on of the Old Selentine Empire up here in the north?”
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The two men chuckled, " Old Gailway doesn't take much interest in anything thats not a bonny lass half his age."

One of the men mused, " You could go speak to them at the Temple, they've got records and such."

The other man suddenly grinned, " You know what! This way, up hill when ye get near top theres a shop...used to be a butchers or such..now it sells poultices and such."

"Theres this Albish bugger there, mad as a cut snake but I've heard tell he came through town a year back or so saying much the same as you...though not as polite...and some say he found what he was looking for."

Looking up the way the men pointed Giles could see at the crest of the hill on the left of the roadway a plain shopfront with a badly symbol on the bare wall that was probably supposed to be a caduceus but unfortunately rather resembled something a little more vulgar...

In reply to GM (msg # 4):

“My thanks to you both- you have saved a footsore traveller much searching!”

Bidding good day Giles walks up to the poultice shop they pointed out and, standing in the doorway, looks inside.
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As Giles enters the doorway he sees the shop is almost completely bare of product or decoration. A tall wiry looking man, with a ginger beard and a scowl, in a black tunic and leather apron is reading from a tome at the bench which cuts the front of the shop off from the rear, there is another figure out the back working on something.

" What?", said the man irritably as he noticed Giles.

Colm is nearing the completion of his work, when someone enters the shop?  No one enters the shop!  Colm pauses to stare at the young man inquisitively.   A man in a monk's habit stood before him?  There are not many Trues Faith followers around here.  This could be very boring, or slightly amusing?

"I'll deal with this Kores.  Keep an eye on the cauldron!" says the man at the back, who walks forward to the counter, ushering the ginger-bearded man back to a bubbling pot on a stove.  The man at the lectern does not want to give up his book, but reluctantly moves to the back.  The other man has long greasy red hair, piercing emerald eyes, slightly hooked nose, and the pale complexion common among the Gliss.  He is wearing a similar dark tunic covered by a leather apron.  An exotic smell follows the man from the back of the shop.

"With regret Master Monk, we have no products to sell at present.  We are not taking special orders either."  The man leans in and lowers his voice, "Your best bet would be the Apothecary in Dockside, one Farlie Greenwich, who I can highly recommend." He nods at the door in parting.
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 7):

"My thanks for that Master Apothecary- I have no need of salve or potion at the moment- though it seems your business here is thriving. I am but newly arrived in town and am keen to take in such useful advice though. I have travelled from Albion on the trail of an ancient puzzle that few care much for these days. I am a scholar you see, eager to learn what I may of the works and lore of Old Selentium - and of the bronze-chests that went forth in their glory- though never to return. These interests may seem obscure though- how so to you?"
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Colm's face drains of all interest as the monks drones on about the Selentines "Not another one..." he mutters under his breath.
"My associate Kores the Sorcerer has an passing interest in the Bronze Chests, although he is more interested in the undead ones.  There is a library at the Temple of Flame which does contain some background information.  Many people have chased Drajan's Lost Legion into the mountains.  Occasionally the odd artefact turns up, but my business is focused on the living."  Colm pauses awhile.  "I could arrange for you to view some artefacts, for a small charge?"

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 9):

It seems I have come to the right place then! This Temple has archives you say- most interesting! I accept your offer to view these artefacts you speak of... your colleague iseems bent on his tasks at the moment and I know better than to disturb a sorcerer so immersed! But- just quietly- what was that about Undead?!
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Colm looks aback at Kores to make sure he is not listening, then leans forward towards the monk.  "He talks with the dead, communes with the damned, you see!  Some say he traffics with demons and devotes all his time on the subject.  Mad as a march hare, and dangerous too.  Not the kind of person a scholar would want to deal with.  Colm is intentionally trying to scare the young priestling with stories of Kores.

"I have a contact at the Crown and Anchor who may be able to show you an authentic Selentine relic, 13th Legion, Drajan I believe, for a small price of course.  We accept silver or barter here.  Are there any services you may be able to perform in fair trade?"  Colm is phishing here, to find out just how scholarly this lad is.  Is he just a book worm, or is there more to him to know?
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 11):

A pained look passes over Giles’ face and he reflexively, but discretely, crosses himself. “My pity to him then, I have seen the like before- but surely demons are such liars that anything gained from them cannot be trusted....(he pauses as if talking to himself quietly) and Eternity is such a long time....” Straightening up with a faint shiver a small smile returns- “A relic of the 13th you say? As you might imagine my purse is lean so if by skill or handiwork I could meet the agreed price... I can read and write anything that has been spoken in these lands and some beyond- for that matter I have travelled widely in the south so may give guidance of the best roads, local customs and dare I say gossip of the guilds, abbeys and ruling classes that may benefit a man new to the region” (As an afterthought he slaps his bow) “I have some small skill as a hunter and rarely go hungry in my travels”
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At last Colm looks interested!
"Arh, you can read the ancient Bronze Chest Languange?  That could be useful indeed.  Allow me to change and I will take you to see my contact." Colm goes out back and climbs some narrow wooden stairs.  There is a short delay while he changes clothes.

When he returns, Colm is wearing a heavy woollen cloak, covering a great many things, as it bulges slightly in places.
"KORES!  I'M GOING OUT! DON'T LET THE CAULDRON OVERHEAT!" he bellows across the shop.
"Come with me young man." They are going to find Rachel at the Crown and Anchor.
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 13):

In the brief period that Colm is out of sight Giles stares cautiously at Kores and backs out a little through the doorway. He carries a small sack with him that he shifts between shoulders as it becomes uncomfortable, and changes hands with his quarter staff which is decorated with several coloured threads and leather indicating the various pilgrimages he has completed- one end of the quarter staff is shod with well tarnished silver. A bow is slung diagonally across his back with a quiver at his hip. His monk’s habit is travel stained and a much faded brown. On Colm’s reappearance he quickly jumps into step behind him and walks swiftly to keep pace

Colm walks across the city quickly, avoiding the main avenues and busy squares when possible.
"I'm Finan, by the way.  Didn't get your name Brother Monk?  Are you planning on staying in Glissom for long?  If so I might be able to find you work.  I know someone who needs a clerk, to keep a written account of things; money, men, tales of mighty heroes.  Does this interest you?"

OOC - Giles, Are you aware of the Prince of Darkness Campaign Setting?

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 15):

“The name is Brother Giles of the Abbey of St Marcus in Albion, I have taken leave from there for a month in pursuit of this enquiry. My master Brother Aelfric had been planning to make this journey himself for many years but is now too old to travel- I had to remind him of the icy mountains to the north before he would agree on this. I am to write to him if I pick up any new leads.
This clerk position may be agreeable- though a week at best is as long as I would care to commit to the task. Approaching the archivist of this Temple of Fire that I have heard of may be my next task”

OOC- is this Campaign Setting a document I can read- I played through the scenarios around 20 years ago!
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Colm takes Brother Giles to the Crown and Anchor pub, where they sit in a snug.  "Wait here, and don't make any wagers!"
Colm will find Rachel and ask her to bring her spartha along to show the monk.

Shortly, a rather rough and tough looking local young woman arrives with Colm, who you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.  She reveals an ancient sword to Brother Giles, in the Selentine style.  It has a long double edged blade with a carved ivory hilt, on which is engraged 'Primus Pilus Lego XIII'.  It has not a single blemish of rust or damage upon it.  "What do you make of that Brother Giles?" grins Colm.

OOC - If you don't know/want to know the plot, don't hover over this box!!

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Spoiler text: (Highlight or hover over the text to view)
Yep, the King of Glissom is dead, murdered by his Steward Kilnded, but no one knows that.  Kilnded is running Gliss on his own, but as he IS the King's Steward, this is entirely lawful.  Kilnded is an evil Darkness Elementalist who worships Balor, but no one knows that.
Colm believes that Kilnded has been slowly and carefully removing political and military threats from Gliss society.  Colm has no proof of this.  Colm's Clan (Cernach) are one of many victims of Kilnded's machinations.  Colm's family have lost their land, title, authority and power and Colm wants it back!
Colm is recruiting for his new underground household.  Fighters, Healers, Scholars, Magic Users. Want a job?

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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 17):

Giles’ face takes on a look of surprise, quickly replaced with awe. Asking to handle the sword he weighs it in two hands noting the balance and looking in close detail on the carving.
(OOC: Casting “See Enchantment” in order to confirm his suspicions regarding the remarkable preservation.)

“Why what a remarkable find! This was the blade of Lucius Vorenus! He was Drajan’s second cousin and ablest soldier- the loss of his sword and one can only suppose his life must have been a huge setback to Drajan’s expedition. How did you come by this if you don’t mind my asking?” “

Giles is eager to find out whatever he can- has not yet decided if he trusts Colm who may or may not be in the employ of a Demonologist- too soon to get an impression of Rachel but as she appears to be a mercenary type he is silently in the back of his head considering just how much clerical work his questioning is going to cost him- so wants to ensure he gets valid intelligence...so (if he isn’t exhausted by previous spell) casts Truthsense....


OOP- a question about Mystic spells- I assume these are like psionics and there is no verbal component or hand gesturing? Does the mind have to be made blank before they can be cast- expect fiddling with the sword would not be too distracting but wonder at the difficulty of a spell like Truthsense during a conversation?
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Colm watches the monk closely as he in turn examines the sword, looking for any signs of 'special skills'.  If he is more than just a scholar, it should be apparent.   "Rachel claimed it as the spoils from a raid up north.  There are many Selentine relics up in the mountains, but this one is very fine."

OOC - I get the reference to Rome, the BBC Drama - Kevin McKid as Lucius Vorenus :o)  Great show!

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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 19):

“Why yes there appears to be a minor enchantment up on it- Veteran officers were often gifted enhanced war gear to help them survive and inspire the new recruits. So this was from a raid you say? On who? Where? Are any more such raids planned in future?”

OOP: Yes Rome is great- incredible cast! I was planning on finding a picture of David a Amber as Cicero for Giles’ picture- if that gives you an idea of characterisation
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Rachel came in closer her voice low, " Aye, I did. So, Boss? He's interested in the Lost Legion? Like...um...", she made a spiralling motion about her left temple,"...up hill?".

Rachel lay a strong, callused hand on Giles shoulder, " Well, you don't look crazy...so thats a good start. Stick wit' this man he knows a thing or two."

" On who? Oh, some folks you nay know. Theres a bit of Bronze Chests spoil in the Bracks and the low lands, some o'the Clanns have a bit o' it. I won't be raiding again anytime soon, not while theres easy coin to be made here and I'm nay freezing me tits off up there while theres a great warm hearth down here."

She nodded towards Colm, " You've found a little o'that sort yerself in yer travels, nay?", she said quietly with a grin.
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In reply to GM (msg # 21):

Giles looks at Finan with renewed interest and makes a decision to trust him after all- OOC: but is also keen to try and obtain more specifics before the Truthsense spell wears off... “ My friend you have other items yourself then? Tell me how perilous are these raids? Are these items all found together or dispersed over a wide territory? In the passes of the mountains or at their base? I would very much like to see the place from which these items are obtained- chance may have it that I may come to a better understanding of what befell Vorenus and any others in his company”
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Unknown to Brother Giles, Colm has spent many years building his alter ego 'Finan MacRoach', by which most people in Glissom know him.  Cernach is an Outlawed Clan, and Colm is a wanted man, but Finan MacRoach can move about fairly freely.  Giles is not aware of this, probably.

Colm is fascinated by the quick identification and accurate appraisal of such an ancient weapon, by a simple boy-monk?
"That is fascinating!  How can you tell there is a dweomer about the sword?  How can you be so sure who the owner was, from hundreds of years ago?  For one so young, you pose more questions than you answer, my friend!"  Colm grims at Giles, like a fox might sneer at a capercaillie.
"I can see that you are emanately employable, young man."

OOC - If Giles is casting 'See Enchantment, Colm is glittering with dweomer...

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 23):

Giles notes that Colm is glowing under his enhanced perception and nods slightly- this confirms to him Colm is a man of power- unlike the many charlatans who masquerade with their parlour tricks.

“Ah yes, I should explain that my master Brother Aelfric is the real expert on the 13th Legion- he taught me only some of what he knew. There was only ever one primus pilus or “first spear” in any legion and Lucius was a man of great renown. Brother Aelfric would be able to recount this at great length- and probably tell you what size sandals he wore for good measure! If the sword was marked to a Legate or other rank I could have only hazarded a guess. As to the faint dweomer, well... let me just saw I have some small skill in matters of detection. I retain my role as the Abbey’s messenger as I have, some might say, a near miraculous ability to locate other monks when they are on the move and could be anywhere!”
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Rachel looked back and forth between the two of them, " Right...well, if'n yer nae needing me, Boss, I'll get to bed fer a kip, its gonna be a late night."

Colm smiles at the Monk's admission, then nods to Rachel, "Thank you Rachel.  I will speak with you later."
Turning back to the monk, Colm leaned in "You are a man of hidden talents.  I could certainly make use of a man like you.  I am sure that once you have experienced the lost knowledge to be found in Glissom, you will not wish to return to your Abbey so quickly.  Colm lowered his voice to a whisper... As you may have realised, I am no simple apothecary, Rachel is no simple barmaid, and I do not work for a half-mad Demonologist.  Are you interested young man?"

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 26):

“My thanks to you for this introduction- and for the privilege of handling the sword of Lucius. I will uphold my end of the bargain and enter your employ undertaking any tasks you deem me capable of and which do not weigh too heavily on my conscience. I shall write to Brother Aelfric of my safe arrival in Glissom and the present events - and leave the timing of my return, shall we say, extended and subject to new developments? My blessings to whoever is appointed abbey messenger in my absence- it is no easy feat tracking down wandering friars in the peaks of the Pagan Mountains or marshland of Cornumbria!”
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"Excellent!  Would you accept Bed and board as a sign of my seriousness?  It is simple hospitality, but as you are probably sworn to poverty, coin won't do.  I can take you to the Tempe of Flame next, and show you the library.  I will not enter though, as I am required elsewhere."

OOC - Great RP there, my friend.  We are in the unenviable position of having a group of characters who do not agree on many things, being forced to work together.  It can bring out some great RP, but it can also provoke some PvP, which has nearly happened a couple of times.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 10:35, Wed 16 Oct 2019.

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 28):

“Indeed- such an arrangement would serve us both well I think- if you were to furnish me with a desk, lamp and parchment I will happily translate whatever you put before me. I carry my own reed pens and ink which I treasure highly- as much as one tries to be above materialism in this i fail terribly!”

OOP thanks for the guidance- not too much ego with Giles so adding water to the cocktail!
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:37, Wed 16 Oct 2019.

Colm will take Brother Giles to within sight of the Temple of Flame.  "The Library of Glissom is within the Temple.  The Librarians are the academic type, so you'll probably get on fine, even if you are of the True Faith!  When you're done, come back to Kores Shop.  Make sure you leave before dusk!  You don't want to walk the streets alone at night."  Colm will rush back to Kores shop to look after his potions.

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 30):

Giles sizes up the entrance of the Temple and walks inside - keeping an eye out for any priests that can direct him to the Library.

The temple gate is a simple gap in the surrounding wall and a number of people are filing through it as Giles does. A man and a woman stood a little way inside the gate; the man was dressed in white woolen robes and the woman dressed in black robes of the same type.

Two fires burned in pits on either side of the path beside the man and woman and the people funneled between them, some of the worshippers tossed small sprigs of some herb or another into the flames as they passed.

To Giles the inner temple was a strange and unsettling place, though the locals did not seem to note it.

Within the walls was a slightly raised earthern mound surrounded by eight large roughly rectangular stones thrusting some 3m up out of the earth. A large thatched and daubed roof had been vaulted over the circle and Gilles had the feeling that the stones had been here much longer than any of the surrounding structures.

It seemed a ceremony of some sort was underway...

An elderly man Giles assumed was possibly the Arch-Druid gazed over the worshippers and seemed satisfied, he stood before another stone slab supported on two thick beams of oak. His dress was white though a short cloak of raven feathers covered his shoulders and a large brass pectoral inscribed with the image of a flame covered his chest.

He spoke words under his breath for a moment..

Suddenly, the stones became limed with flickering flames that danced upon their surface and the crowd bowed their heads; many of them cut locks from their hair and beards with small knives and cast the hair into the flames that limned the stones.

The Arch-Druid began to speak and Giles had trouble following what he was saying, it was certainly Visic but the sentence structures were strange and offputting.

He welcomed the people, he invited the Goddess into her temple and called upon her to watch over her children.

Two other men dressed in white robes carried two objects into the circle and placed them on the table. One was a Selentine era bronze statue of a woman carrying a lamp and a spear. The other was a black basalt statue, also of a woman but of fierce aspect and hunched with a stylized flame in her cupped hands. It was weathered and seemed ancient.

A middle aged woman dressed in similar white robes approached Giles, " You are not from around here? My name is Maethwon, how may I help you?"

In reply to GM (msg # 32):

“Why no- I am a scholar from Albion only recently arrived in Glissom. Having heard many recommendations of your Temple’s library I would seek to make use of it if that could be arranged. My particular interests involve the Selentine Legions that passed through here to the north and did not return.”

He blurts out a flurry of questions:
“Are you familiar with the Library’s holdings? Is such an enquiry likely to find assistance here do you think?”

Gesturing to the statues “Is that Minerva I see there with the spear and lantern? Did she have a Temple in the old town?”

Catching himself he turns back to the woman and smiles self-consciously-
“You must forgive my impertinence- I am rather intrigued by this place and the spectacle with the stones was quite the thrill!”
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Maethwon smiled gently, " Normally one would need a reference from a druid in order to access the library; do you know any Jurists or Hearthwardens? Though I could perhaps vouch for you myself."

" The Selentine? Yes, they spent many years here in Glissom, this city would likely not exist without them...or at least it would look quite different."

" Our library is quite extensive; containing knowledge from the past on many subjects. I'm sure you would find it of interest."

" She is Brigantia, The Hearth Mother, Lady of Glissom...though we have some Selentine writings that refer to her by the name Minerya or the like.  She was here long before they came to us."

In reply to GM (msg # 34):

“I have made few acquaintances since my arrival here so cannot readily produce a reference- could I perchance seek to earn your trust and in doing so obtain such a boon from yourself? I accept my monastic garb may appear alien to your typical Temple attendees though I would have you understand that my order holds as its patron one St Bernard who espoused building communities, vows of poverty and the elevation of mankind through learning. I can assure you I have no call to evangelical or inquisitorial practices- and vow to you now that I intend to make my time in Glissom as innocuous as I may”
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Maethwon smiled, " Well, you wouldn't be the first odd outcast I've taken under my wing..."

" Your not the first devotee of the Hanged God to come to Glissom, and I doubt you'll be the last."

" What information would you wish to research? You read Bacchile and Lughwyd?"

In reply to GM (msg # 36):

“My thanks to you- I shall follow your every instruction while under this roof. Yes Lughwyd and Bacchile are known to me and a few other languages besides. My particular interest is the fate of Drajan’s 13th Legion- so any military dispatches, provisioning orders for the troops or indeed any recorded rumours or missives from the period in question would be of great value- as would any maps or travellers tales of the mountains and lands to the north they are likely to have passed through”

OOC:  St Bernard should have been St Marcus!
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Maethwon smiled and guided him away from the public areas and down some stairs into a cool dry open area, the walls were stone nooks and within them were hundreds of rolled sheets of vellum, thick wooden staves, stone disks and a selection of tomes and scrolls of more recent manufacture.

" The tomes and scrolls contain transcriptions of most of the older artifacts sorted by both age and topic, you can of course peruse the older original sources yourself, those that have survived, but please take great care."

She tipped an urn in a wall bracket into a shallow trough which ran in a series of broad steps down one of the walls and lit it, the bright flames illuminating the area.

" Please use the tables and stools provided."


Giles settled down to work finding much of interest, over the next few hours he discovered:

- He found a copy of a rubbing from a memorial for Lucius Duccius Rufinus a standard bearer.

- The Selentine forces conquered all the arable lands that make up most of the present-day fief of Glissom, and built the walled city of Glissom itself, on the site of what was once little more than a fishing village centred around an important indigenous religious site.

- When the legions withdrew, the first king, Nudd, seized power. He and his warband, though born and bred in Glissom, had been Auxiliaries to a Selentine legion, and their discipline served them well in ruthlessly quashing any attempts at opposition or rebellion.

- He finds numerous references, warnings?, regarding crossing the River...and it seems the Selentines rarely ventured beyond the arable low lands during their conquest of Glissom.

- He discovers that the eastern side of the current keep is formed from the remains of the old Selentine fort.

- He finds some local folklore collections that speak of the time when the centurions invaded the country with their legions encased in bronze armour, and of how one of the centurions, named Drajan, led his men into the mountains in search of Gulro’s city. Not
one of his thousand men was ever seen again, although again it is rumoured that their ghosts stand on the road to the north, begging travellers to go no further.

- He finds reference to a great sage or magus that accompanied the last legions
a note scribbled in the margin indicated that the man’s name was Fabius.

In reply to GM (msg # 38):

Giles carefully transcribes the rubbing from the memorial of the standard bearer.


He seeks out Maethwon and enquires if she is able to provide any more detail about “Gulro’s city” or the “sage Fabius”?

He also asks if, in her opinion the warnings about crossing “the River” would be the River Shadowspin?

Finally he asks if she is aware of any maps that trace the road north of the river and into the mountains- assuming he can find anything of this nature he copies the relevant section in the hope that when he next meets with Finan (and potentially Rachael) that they can identify the location of where Vorenus’ Sword was found in their raid...


OOC:

Is the rubbing legible? If so, what does it say?
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:11, Sat 19 Oct 2019.

The only legible part of the rubbing is the soldiers name unfortunately.

Maethwon drew him in close and whispered that if he wanted to know more about Fabius he should speak to 'the madman at the top of the hill'.

She hushes him when he says Gulro and explains it is another name for Balor, and that the city spoken of is known as Nem in the ancient legends.

She smiles when he asks about the river, the Shadowspin is likely the waterway referred to.

She explains that there is a single ancient road that runs from the town of Rosmuillean which fords the river and runs through the old forest, called Siren Wood by the Selentines, towards the Bracks.

Colm will continue his 'brewing' duties, while Rachel makes some acquisitions to furnish the warehouse for habitation.
Part of the warehouse needs to be a dormitory, with a half dozen pallet mattresses, a half dozen chairs, a couple of tables, and some tallow candles.
Part of the warehouse needs to a training area, with an old barrel for an archery butt, a quintain, with some wooden wasters and unrimmed shields.
Part of the warehouse needs to be a scriptorium, with a writing slope, oil, candles and firewood.
Part of the warehouse needs to be stables with some straw, hay, a buckets and shovel.

OOC - Don't want to spend much, cheap materials, second hand, stolen or recycled stuff is fine.

In reply to GM (msg # 40):

“Many thanks, this has been most illuminating. May I impose on you one last time with any advice you can give me about making contact with this “madman on the hill”?”
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" Ask anyone, the insane southerner with the Apothecary shop that doesn't sell anything. "

In reply to GM (msg # 43):

Giles suppresses a laugh at his good fortune. Thanking Maethwon for her assistance and trust, he gathers up his notes and, noting the time, makes his way back towards Finan’s shop- which he now understands may be a front for other activities.

She'll need a few days to get all that together.

Colm will be back at brewing when Giles arrives back at the apothecary shop.

OOC: Might want to refresh memory of To Siren Wood and the aftermath. ;)

In reply to GM (msg # 45):

Giles arrives back at the apothecary shop, stands at the doorway and looks inside. He is unclear who runs the shop and whether Kores ( who he yet to be introduced to) is aware of the arrangement for board he has in place.

Kores suddenly appeared from around the side of the door where he had been inscribing something above the mantle, his eyes wild and unfocused.

" What news do you have of unearthly creatures that roam in the night?  Devils, demons, those unnatural happenings?  Have you heard of children born with deformities?  Strange people speaking about the future?  Livestock killings or mutilations?  Disappearances?  Perhaps you might not pay attention to such things but all happens for good reasons..."

" For good reasons....no, not good reasons...but Reasons! nonetheless."

" Father Jeffries! Brother Jacob? No....too young...too short....Is this one of yours?", he called out loudly towards the back of the shop.

Colm is busy out the back, but is expecting the monk to return.
"Yes, let him in Kores! It is Brother Giles. He is staying for a few nights. Father Jeffries left when the church burned down, and Brother Jacob returned to Cornumbria months ago, I think. Now let him in.

Was your research useful? Come back here and tell me all about it lad."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 48):

“The Priestess named Maethwon was very generous and gave me free access to the Temple’s Library. It is well kept and orderly- I will commend it to Brother Aelfric for future enquiries. As to the present matter- I was able to learn more of the geography to the north- so am able to make more sense of the raids which Rachel spoke of. Drajan was apparently in search of a city sacred to the fell demon Balor- something that was new to me and adds a darker aspect to my search. Drajan was assisted by a sage named Fabius who may have guided the mission- is the name of Fabius at all familiar to yourself or your colleague (whom I would welcome an introduction with if I am to share his lodgings).”
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Colm is focused on the simmering cauldron, hanging from a tri-pod.  Colm constantly stirs the brew and adds small pieces of wood to the fire beneath.  He looks up a Giles briefly from his work.

"ah, auld Maethwon is still Librarian?  She was ever kind to me, even when others were not... a Sage named Fabius?  I know this name... When I was in Mimir's Well.  The Lost City of Mimir was an ancient city dedicated to the ancient God of Knowledge.  It became corrupted by Balor, it's people died, its wisdom lost.  All that remained of the once great place was the old well, now known as Mimir's Well - a small settlement in Siren Woods."

Colm continues to stir and thinks a while.

"When I was at Mimir's Well, the headman told me a story.  It was told to him by his father, of how his grandfathers grandfather met the great man Fabius, when he went to see the Lost City of Mimir. The Bronze-Chest's camped outside the village for days.  This must have been Drajan and the 13th Legion.  Fabius was driven to explore the Lost City of Mimir, despite Drajan's disapproval.  Fabius did not return however.  Drajan searched for his companion for days, but eventually continued north with the rest of the 13th.  He was heading for the Lost City of Nem, to the north."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 50):

“Why yes Maethwon was immensely open-handed when others might have shunned my robes- to be fair some of the brothers in other orders to mine have shown questionable conduct  in these parts while pursuing their missionary zeal. I seem to recall the name Mimir- I wonder if it is the same that was associated with Ogmos, Lord of Songs and Keeper of Legends? Was there much left to be seen then of this lost city of Mimir? So it seems that Fabius fell out of the expedition early; tell me have you followed the road further north from here before? Was Vorenus sword recovered from this location also?”
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Colm stirs and pauses again.

"...I can tell you that we found the body Fabius the Sage.  We came back south after that.  The Lost City of Nem is said to be in the Bracks?  That's the way Drajan went will the 13th Legion.  Rachel was raiding in the Bracks when she killed the man who had the sword of ucius Vorenus.  Exactly where it came from, I do not know."
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 52):

"I have imposed on your good grace enough for one day I think. The matter of translation you asked of me - I would feel better about our arrangement if I could make a start on the task"
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"There will be plenty on time for translating later, have you eaten yet?  Kores does the cooking in this house, but it doesn't taste very good.  If you're tired there are some cots upstairs, make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna be here all night.  If you're not tired, I'd value your opinion on that."

Colm passes Giles the Helmet of Typhon to examine.  "Not sure what it does really?"

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 54):

Giles examines the outside and inner lining of the helmet carefully for any markings. Does the style of the helmet fit any culture known to Giles?

"Why no I am not tired - I am rather energised by this new challenge! So how did this come into your possession? - this may assist".

OOC: Giles discretely casts "See Enchantment" as he handles the helmet
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OOC:

No need for discreet, Your a Mystic all your spells are discreet...with a couple of notable exceptions. Mystics just think the spell, no need for finger movements or incantations or any of that guff.

The helm is a closely fitted rather plain helm with a full face covering except for a small T-shaped slit across the eyes and down the centre of the face. The metal is somewhat oily in appearance but feels no different than ordinary steel...he has not seen its like before.

It is definetely enchanted in some way..but has no identifying marks or engravings upon it.
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In reply to GM (msg # 56):

"So where was this found Finan, to the best of your knowledge? Provenance can mean everything when trying to make sense of artefacts such as this!
The first thought that comes to me is the eye-slit and faceplate arrangement does not appear especially functional. If you were to try and wear it in battle - your visibility would be heavily reduced and there isn't an adequate gap for breathing, also the thinness of the metal makes me question its effectiveness as a piece of armour. Am wondering if it may have had some ceremonial purpose?"

When he has the opportunity, Giles attempts to use his Premonition skill on the helmet - having established it is magical he would like to try and ascertain if it is dangerous before trying it on....
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Col pauses sturing and looks straight into Giles eyes.

"Provenance indeed...  Fabius led me to the helm, but that is all I can tell you.

If you want to find Drajan and Vorenus, then you should travel north into the Bracks.  This is a perilous journey though, as dangerous now as it was for Drajan.  I have some associates who might accompany us along the way.  Apart from ancient history, there is gold and silver to be found too."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 58):

"Fabius was once at the village of Mimirs Well was he not? If this is an artefact related to Mimir, who stands for knowledge, one might suppose it is a tool for learning. Oh well I suppose I will try it on and seek to understand its enchantment somehow"


Continues conversation.

"Nothing would please me more than the opportunity to travel to the north and investigate further. A large group would be best placed to face the hazards on this perilous road. I will do all that I can to make myself useful on the way. Who are these associates you mention?"

OOC: Places helmet on head and braces himself for any ill effect.
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Giles hears a babble of voices begin to rise up in his ears but then they fade away to nothing.

OOC:

20:40, Today: GM, on behalf of Giles, rolled 16 using 2d10.  Helmet. MA 12 vs, MD 10.

Colm is suprised at Giles eagerness to try on the helm, raising an eyebrow.

"Well?  How does it feel?  Can perceive anything differently?"

OOC - I know what it does OOC, but haven't had an opportunity to 'discover' what it does IC.

BTW Giles, do you post your RPoL stuff on Twitter, or on a Smart Phone?  Just wondered why you don't use any colour??
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 61):

Takes off helmet.
"On placing it on my head a heard a babble of voices that faded away soon after.
It was not uncomfortable so I can conclude it is not dangerous. I would like to try it again some time - a magic aid to knowledge, if such it is, would be remarkable and rare!"

OOP: Smartphone - if it is a nuisance I will just use laptop when I can access it at night- won't be able to post as often though.
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Colm suspected as much, but having someone else agree was useful.  Colm was impressed by Giles.  For one so young, Giles was educated, well read and intelligent.  Was this how the True Faith trained all their priests?

"Fascinating.  A rare treasure indeed."

OOC - No worries at all.  You post when and where you can :o)
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In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 63):

"So this expedition north you mentioned- when were you planning on setting out? I needs must provision myself with some warmer clothes I think! And these associates- would it be possible to meet them?"

OOP: Thanks - this is getting exciting!
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"My associates are on the road at present.  I expect them to return soon.  Nothing will happen before Beltane anyhow, so there is plenty of time to make preparations.  The Spring Festival is in two weeks and has particular significance in Glissom.  It is our Patronal Festival, celebrating the gift of the Holy Hearth Fire, from Brigantia, the Goddess of Fire."

Colm is stuck sturring this cauldron until the potions are ready, which could take awhile.

OOC - When are the Potions gonna be ready GM?!?!?!

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 65):

Giles settles in to his new lodgings, rendering any assistance around the shop that he can to Finan and Kores, along with attempting any translations they present him with. When time allows he will revisit Maethwon at the Temple Library and focus his researches on Mimir in an effort to learn anything that might be useful in identifying the helmet. He will also write to Brother Aelfric of the upcoming expedition and request any advice he may have on the same- though is not expecting a prompt reply, or any at all. For this purpose he will also seek out any monks within Glissom (if there are any) who are heading south and entrust them with theletter, and seek to obtain any information they have gained about Glissom while here. He will also visit the eastern potion of the city where any Selentine buildings or foundations are still visible.

OOP: Happy for 2 weeks to roll by unless there are necessary stages in the set up
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Colm will teach Giles the rudiments of potion brewing, asking Giles to help in some mundane tasks while Colm keeps an eye of Kores.  Giles will be instructed to keep the fire stoked, the brew simmering, but not boiling, and the mixture stirred frequently.  Hopefully this will increase the success of the potions!  Colm will have more private conversations with Giles as they do so.

"I am eager to break down barriers between the peoples of our faiths, to develop a relationship of tolerance and understanding.  To that end I am looking to recruit scholar of the True Faith to be a permanent part of my organisation. I understand that your visit to Glissom is only a short one, but I am sure that your superiors will see the benefits of such an endeavour.  There would be a stipend for such a person, who would be working closely with scholars of other faiths.  I cannot imagine that this wouldn't interest you?"

Over the next few days:

Giles learns that there were two men of the cloth of the 'True Faith' here a year or more ago.

In fact when he asks about them he recalls that Kores had addressed him by their names when he entered the shop.

A Father Jeffries: who he learns has relocated to a northern coastal village known as Lacklaw.

A Brother Jacob: who was last seen boarding a southward bound ship.

His research into Mimir gives him little more information than he already possesses, his keen senses suspect that "Colm" is not telling him everything....perhaps there is someone else he could ask?

He manages to locate a relatively trustworthy looking merchant who is bound for Albion to carry the letter.

He finds ample examples of partial Selentine Era villas, retaining walls and dwellings most of whom are occupied by the more well-to-do residents of the city. The majority are a combination of the ancient and more modern building techniques as the current inhabitants have built onto and extended the old structures.

He does hear of a graveyard or the like that may contain Selentine Era memorials....

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 67):

"A collection of scholars working together - a most worthwhile venture! My interactions with Maethwon have been most rewarding and indeed she has made some requests herself which I intend to follow up on my return to the Abbey. I believe I can forestall my return for as much as a month but needs must present myself back there at that time to report on my success and receive further instruction. I would keenly take your request to the Abbott and perhaps he may see fit to send me north once more."

OOP: Giles is well aware that such a decision is not his to make - and his greatest fear is to be denounced from the Order of St Marcus with it's comfortable familiarity!

Giles answers as diplomatically as he is able as he feels welcomed and valued and his curiosity is ablaze about the helmet that he wants to try on again!

On hearing of the graveyard that may contain Selentine memorials he makes further enquiries - his interest is in trying to establish if any of the 13th Legion made it back to Glissom.

Colm continues with his potions, ever nearing completion! 
Seeing the monk turning to his persuasion, Colm throws in another incentive.

"As your research has shown, there is currently no True Faith presence in Glissom.  We had a church here once, ministered by Father Jeffries, but it was burnt down by 'The Scorchers!'  There is an opportunity for mission, for evangelism, for ministry to the poor and sick.  All of which I would be prepared to support, if there are sufficient funds available.  I would need a Chancellor to run all this for me of course..."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 70):

"I noted the burnt out remains of a tiny chapel harbour side on my arrival here- is this the church you speak of? Ministrations to the poor and sick would suit the tenets of my Order and would, I think, be looked on favourably by the Abbott. I could attempt a small hospice perhaps, give Mass and brief sermons - though would not wish to alienate the Temple which has proven so welcoming thus far. Can you relate to me what services Father Jeffries provided and why his work ended in a smoking ruin?! Are the Scorchers affiliated with the Temple? Does the King express tolerance of the True Faith here?"

Giles suggests to Finan he would like to try the helmet on again.

OOC: Has the location of the graveyard with Selentine memorials been located? GM: Its just outside the city, Finan has been there he could guide you if asked.
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Colm will be fixed to the bench in the back of Kores Apothercary Shoppe, for the next 4 days at least.  Colm only sleeps or eats when someone else is available to take over - preferable Giles, or Kores if needs must.  Colm is left alone to his thoughts, completing the Potions.

Once the brew is concocted, then the final stage arrives of carefully decanting the valuable liquid into the glass vials.  The glass vials are thick are dark green, to protect the potion from direct sunlight and from light knocks.  Each vial is carefully filled almost the brim.  Each vial is closed with a small cork, and sealed with hot wax.  There are enough materials for 10 full and complete potions.  Each potion is placed in a specially built leather satchel, with 10 strengthened pouches, one for each potion.  The final culmination of 28 days work with several thousand florins of investment.

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 72):

Giles will offer Finan what assistance he can and, noting Finan's fatigue, try to keep a low profile. On completion of the brewing he will ask two things of him though; 1/ to try on the helmet again and
2/ whether Finan would direct him to the graveyard with Selentine memorials - suggesting that they could both use a change of scenery and some sunlight!

"Father Jeffries held a service every Haligdae morn, but only a few people came.  The King appeared to show no interest in the True Faith either way, but there is little popular support for it here.  The Scorchers are a gang of arsonists, led by a criminal psychopath!  They have nothing to do with the Temple and extort money from others.  Myself and a few associates were there the night the church burned down.  We killed all the Scorchers that night, but could not save the building.  Never fear Brother, I will deal with them in turn.

Feel free to investigate the helm as you see fit, Brother.  When I am done here, I'll take you to the Selentine Cemetery."

Giles places the helm over his head carefully and again hears the sussurating babble of voices that then dies away.

In reply to GM (msg # 75):

When the alchemy is done Giles will take Finan up on his offer. He is particularly interested in soldier graves and any that relate to the 13th legion and their dates.

Four days later...  Colm will resume his usual exterior disguise and take Giles to the old cemetery.  He will take care about being followed.

Giles and the disguised Finan passed out the north gate, drawing no more than a glance from the gate guards.

The road north was wide and well maintained and they made good time, Finan shared out a parcel of baked pastries he had secreted away in his pouch.

" Eat up.", he grinned. " The graveyard is up there."

He pointed to the northwest where a slight hill stood above the barley fields.

Half an hour later they were passing through the ancient Selentine gates.

Finan pointed to the southern corner of the cemetary, where lay a small number of simple graves marked with symbols of the True Faith. Finan knew that some parishioners of Father Jeffries lay at rest here as well as an old friend.

Around them were simple stones set on much older graves and a number of stone tombs sat around the edges of the graveyard. The area was surrounded by a grove of olive trees, though they were stunted and bare of leaves for the most part due to the northern weather.

Finans eyes drifted to the Selentine tomb nearby beneath which Kores had once bargained with Shaders servant, The Artisan.
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In reply to GM (msg # 78):

In preparation for this outing Giles has brought along several thin sheets of vellum and charcoal pencils to take rubbings of any worn and hard to read inscriptions. He takes in the names and dates of the True Faith graves and is drawn to the larger Selentine tombs - does he see any soldier graves?
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Colm is subdued as he remembers old friends and past experiences.

"Yes, the Chapel was where Father Jeffries ministered to his small congregation.  That which is destroyed by fire can rise again, but it is the nature of its destruction which is important here.  The Scorchers burned down the Chapel.  They will keep destroying until they are destroyed..."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 80):

Giles is disappointed to find that the vast majority of the half dozen or so larger tombs are so weathered that he can find few details on them...though he notes that one of them has been disturbed some time in the last few years, the covering slab is shifted slightly off centre.

On a few of the simpler Selentine era graves he does find some remaining details and indeed discovers the original grave from which the rubbing in the temple was taken.

Others bear partial details which are hard to make out but one bears an almost full inscription:

“To the Spirits of the Dead
He served for 22 years.
Lucius Tusidius Sabinianus, son of Lucius, from the Velina tribe,
A soldier in the 7th Praetorian cohort under Drajan,
His recruit,
Made this [inscription] for the well-deserving man.”

Colm indicates the grave inscribed in Bacchile, 'Sir Guillame De Movan, Chaubretton Ambassador to Glissom'

"There lies an old friend.  A man of vision and optimism, you would have liked him.  His loss was a terrible blow to Glissom and me personally."

Colm then nods to the disturbed tomb.  "Kores entered the tomb a couple years ago, seeking knowledge of the long dead.  He is obsessed with speaking with demons and gaining their power.  There is a sizeable chamber beneath the cover stone.  He went inside and invoked the Selentine Spirits...  The people know he is mad and avoid him.  Staying in his shop is one of the safest places in the city.

Kores is quite mad, but if you can focus his attention and harness his ability, he can be a powerful ally.  I swore to Brigantia a long time ago, that when the evil consumes him beyond all sanity, I would be the one to purge the evil from him."  Colm looks sternly into the distance.

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 83):

Giles focusses his attention on the near full inscription - can he make out a date? (His purpose here was to learn if any of the 13th returned and perhaps pick up leads that can be explored at Temple library or elsewhere).

"An envoy from Chaubrette you say? Have you ever been there? One day I hope to travel hence".

When the conversation turns to Kores a look of concern and doubt crosses Giles' face.
"I had put aside thoughts of Kores on this matter as you had assured me he was not a demonologist - yet here you tell me of dark rituals performed and gaining the power of demons! My master Brother Aelfric has braved his soul in learning all that is safe for a man to know to combat these forces and those who would bring them into this world... please understand, this is no small matter for me but indeed tests my faith and learning. Is Kores irredeemably lost? is he possessed at present? I may seem young and naieve but know that I have, with Aelfric, put the torch to dark cults before - I have seen what the demon taint can do and seen people reduced to puppets of their bloodthirsty will....Pray confirm to me now friend that Kores takes his path to combat these demons and not cavort with them! If it is the latter I think it is time that I decamped from your lodgings - the peril is too great for me to endure and the compulsion to act against it too strong..."

Anticipating the worst Giles gives thought to venturing to the north alone - wondering whether he might be able to locate Fabius with the "pursuit" spell that has worked so well for him in the past.
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Giles cannot make out a date but he is relatively certain that the inscription is of an age with similar graves Giles has found in southern Albion, dating from near the end of Selentine reign in Ellesland.

Colm looks at Giles as if he is an annoying puppy dog chewing on his best shoe. "What I said is true, Brother."  The glare is but an instant, and Colm's face returns to its usual calm visage.  "It is my belief that Kores wants to be much more than he is.  He is delusional, fixated, paranoid and considered by most people to be mad and best avoided.  If he were a Demonologist, surely there would be physical and supernatural signs to show it!  As I have just asserted, should it prove to be, I will deal with it.  Kores has served well and deserves some respect and dignity."

Colm's mood lightens, and he adopts a more optimistic tone. "Now that we have finished the potions, we have no reason to stay here.  I will be returning to my apartment and you are welcome to join me.  For his considerable help with the potions, I have invited Kores on the expedition.  Kores will be an excellent resource, carefully managed by myself, and is another example of my inclusiveness and tolerance"

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 86):

Giles sits and cradles his head in his hands in an attempt to avert the onset of a migraine arising out of the incompatibility of his training with the new knowledge he has to process.
"Please understand me Finan I am familiar with the many states of madness and ailments of the mind that can lay low a man. I have seen some make there way back to lucidity with careful nursing and guidance. I am not so simple as to think these are all the product of curses and impiety though at the same time have seen manias break out by the doings of hell spawn which dissipated when the source of the injury was exterminated.

Were you speaking now with my nephew who is a Capellar the matter would be beyond dispute and Kores' days be in short supply. I have seen your management of him and extraction of useful work so will accept his mind is still his own and that he is not forsaken. You have clearly known him for some time and such an arrangement has worked well for you.

I am keen to accompany you on the expedition north as discussed and accept that I am a newcomer and must bow to the will of the group such as it is. I practice tolerance, believe me I try but familiar as I am with the fickle arts of demons and their ability to turn brothers against each other know this -  if I were to witness or become aware of traffic with demons I needs must part ways with you and Kores for my own safety and either head back or continue on alone as the case may present itself."

Gathering himself back to his feet he attempts to lighten the mood:
"This outing has given me a new lead - I will head over to the Temple library to make enquiries about this Lucius Tusidius Sabinianus - who may have returned from the north with a tale of his own to tell"

<Orange>OOP: Am hoping this doesn't put too much of a dampener on events unfolding - just trying to role-play Giles accurately. Obviously group harmony is what it is all about so maybe his outbursts are best viewed as immaturity or lack of worldliness?
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OOC:

Reminders and queries:

40% chance for each potion that it is in some way defective.

What was the purpose behind the northern expedition again?

OOC - 40% is BETTER than I was expecting, thanks :o)

Going North to find artefacts and gold to fund the War Chest?  Possibly to recruit some Reiver Clans?  This may have been me subconsciously knowing we were going anyway?  Also ties in with Kores, Giles, and Colm's character Arcs too.  This is s a great opportunity to complete Kores character arc too (kill him off)!

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 89):

When the opportunity arises Giles will head over to the Temple library to make enquiries about this Lucius Tusidius Sabinianus

Giles finds it difficult to learn much more about the man, indeed there seems little interest among those who recorded the history or rather transcribed older sources in preserving much of the Selentine legacy at all. He does discover another piece of writing bearing the name which seems to be a receipt or order for a dozen barrels of uisce beatha.

In reply to GM (msg # 91):

Mildly annoyed that this line of reasoning has led nowhere, Giles makes enquiries about the Lost City of Nem...

The library attendants with whom Giles enquiries about the City of Nem give him the distinct impression that he is not wanted there any more.

In reply to GM (msg # 93):

Giles takes the hint and departs and, having exhausted his leads for now, makes his way over to the burnt out chapel to assess whether the foundations can be built on once more.

Giles inspection of the burnt out building reveals that it was probably a storefront of some sort before it was converted into a small chapel, most of the stone is intact but the roof has fully collapsed and the interior is reduced to charred ash.

In reply to GM (msg # 95):

Travelling back to the apothecary Giles remarks on his findings with regards to the chapel to Finan, keen to try to move on from the stern words exchanged at the cemetery. He will try to engage Kores in conversation when the chance allows - along the theme of the previous priests that have passed through Glissom - and Kores' view's on what they might have done differently to avoid the attention of the Scorchers.

Giles eventually gets Kores to acknowledge his presence though the tall, strange man refers to him as Tobias a couple of times as well as Dann and Guillame....

On the subject of previous priests he nods and mutters about a Father Jacob, " got scared, moved to the country." and a Brother Jacob, " killed by those fire-worshippers"

" Do different? Do different....don't build in Scorcher territory....up hill is better..but Father Jacob liked the poor....don't know why...whats the point of them...can't even read..can't record knowledge...may as well not live at all...may as well be fuel for those who want to learn...for those with the will to do what must be done..."

He became agitated and grabbed Giles by the shoulders a little foam on his lips, " We must learn all that they know...those that lurk in dark...in the shadow...in the pit!  Only by knowing what they know can we elevate man to his true place above all else!!"

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 97):

Giles tries hard to appear untroubled by Kores' intense ranting.

He forces a smile and attempts to ease Kores' hands from his shoulders.
"But will they teach aught that they know, friend? Lies and false promises surely are the only coin they deal in - or if I am wrong, be so kind as to share with me something of value that you have pryed from their kind?"
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" I know of the Lost Legion. The men that came from far Selentium to die. They crossed into the forest borders heading north, they lost some of their number beneath the trees and others died within Shaders Pit, the others ventured onwards north into the Bracks and were lost."

" No...wait....that was the Elf.....from the Artisan...I learned...I have forgotten...from the earthly form of Shader I learned to draw knowledge from the skulls of men...and I learned that flame burns flesh as well as paper...I learned death and loss from the wretches that took my family down into hell...."

He released Giles and turned sharply banging his head against the wall...

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 99):

Giles seeks to wet a cloth and place it around Kores' forehead in the hope to calm him and prevent further self-inflicted damage.
 to Kores 'I am sorry friend to have brought back past pains. Speak more if it helps though, get it all out - bring it in to the open where the devil-kind are weakest. What is this you say - all of the Legion were lost in the Bracks? You can read memories from skulls..."
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:18, Thu 28 Nov 2019.

In reply to Giles (msg # 100):

OOP: Giles starts to wonder if the planned expedition has been so delayed that he should consider heading back south to the Monastery....

OOC: Yeah...sorry about that, took a bit longer than expected, but they're on their way now.

Colm has carefully planned and sourced his equipment for the up and coming expedition - Arms, Armour, Potions, etc.  Some of these have taken weeks to assemble.  Has Giles done the same?  Id the Monk fully prepared for most situations?

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 103):

Giles has limited coin to spare on new arms, armour or potions - though he has invested in warm weather gear and sturdy boots in anticipation of icy conditions ahead. His arms and armour such as they are will have to do. He will put his hand up to carry anything that helps the group.

In reply to Giles (msg # 104):

All Aboard the Spring Festival thread!