Chapter 7
In reply to Zeke Banorev (msg # 275):
After all the particulars are squared away and a meeting place and time are established, Brennan bids their guide a good day and allows him to return to make whatever preparations need attending to.
OOC: Feel free to continue to speak with the guide if you wish, but I can take no further actions until he's gone. Once he's gone, the following occurs.
"I was skeptical at first, but Merker's map clinches it. We're in the right place, and you've found us a good resource to lead the way," Brennan says, nodding his thanks to Titus. "Well done."
He beckons everyone near and lowers his voice enough to ensure privacy. If this isn't possible in the lobby or if anyone looks to eager to eavesdrop, he will adjourn to their rooms for this conversation instead.
"Friends. Allies. Believers and skeptics, alike. The appointed time is near at hand."
Brennan withdraws a worn leather journal and splays his fingers to keep it open to a specific page—though the gesture is hardly necessary, with the spine being in such bad shape.
"Those who have been with me from the start may recall a certain madman who was ranting about the long-prophesied awakening and return of a demon named Baal," he begins. "This, of course, is not his true name. It is the name he goes by in the Dream of Men, and thus has little power over him. Not like our recent encounters with that devil called Springheel Jack, who lived here for so long that his name here become more important than his name in the Dream of Hell."
He clears his throat slightly.
"But I digress. The madman was crazy, yes, but he was driven such by the knowledge to which he had been exposed. Not all can handle the burden. None knew what to do with it, until now. You see, I have corroborated his claims against the artifacts we uncovered in the witch's barrow, and against what we have learned of the splinterbone relics we happened upon along the way. And, in some small part, based on what we encountered when we pierced the Dream of Heaven once before in our attempt to reclaim Enrei's soul from beyond the grave."
He withdraws a small stone from his belt pouch, upon which a single rune has been carved on either side. The runes look somewhat similar, but one is jagged where the other is smooth and vice-versa.
"Behold, the greatest treasure we have found to-date. The witches had it in their possession, but its potential was wasted on their lack of vision. With this, I have been able to create a rough translation of a lost and ancient language. There are pillars and rune stones in Losthelm none have been able to read before."
Brennan clenches his fist around the stone triumphantly.
"But I can. They are said to contain knowledge that speaks to the barriers between the Dreams of Heaven and Hell and Men. That speaks to the Great Haunt. That speaks to those who sleep and those who have awakened. That speaks of the First Men...and, perhaps, of the Second."
He smiles slightly.
"Whether you're here because you are lost, because you are curious, because you have felt the call, or because you're looking for wealth and influence, you are in the right place. You will soon receive what's coming to you."
Brennan's expression turns more solemn.
"Most of us possess an aura about us, but all of us have been serving a higher power. We have been blessed by the First Men. We have been Chosen for a purpose," Brennan says, tapping the open page of the journal lightly with his index finger. "This is that purpose. We shall be the first to decipher them, my friends. And we shall be the first to reap of the harvest they portend."
He snaps the book shut.
"And, if Baal really is coming, or if any god or gods is awakening, we shall be the first to learn what to do about it before it is too late."
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