Re: Chapter 1: On the Road to Adventure
The party sets out from the waystation and is on the road yet again.
The hours pass on as they make steady progress toward their destination. Fortunately, the skies remain grey and overcast but outside of a few light showers throughout the day, it is a much drier travel day than the preceding days.
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In any event, the adventurers complete another day’s travel and settle into their waystation campsite for the night.
As the sun drops below the horizon and the fire dims, Corian asks the party to gather. Before tonight, the young wizard has always rebuffed questions, saying he will speak further when they were far from prying eyes and ears in Bard’s Gate. It appears that time has come.
“As I told you all in the Starving Stirge, I am to explore Eralion’s Tower, or whatever’s left of it, but,” he sighs, “I have not been entirely forthcoming about how I came to find the wizard’s amulet.
Corian proceeds to weave a tale covering the following points:
• During the final days of his tutelage as wizard’s apprentice, Corian and his master traveled to the library of Feriblan the Mad in the city of Bard’s Gate
• Corian was never pleased to go on these trips due to his distaste for Feriblan’s apprentice, Vortigern, and his loathsome raven familiar, Talon
• Feriblan’s library is quite large, and he usually managed to avoid encounters with Vortigern and Talon by keeping a low profile
• On one such occasion, Corian found a hidden corner of the library where he perused mundane documents while waiting for his master to conclude his business with Feriblan
• While waiting, Corian absent-mindedly fiddled with a clasp on he back of a small reading stand, causing a secret compartment to open
• Inside the secret compartment, Corian found a bound piece of parchment and an item wrapped in silk cloth
• Compelled to do so, Corian looked about to see if anyone was looking, and when convinced none had, he slipped both into the folds of his robe.
“Later that day, in the secrecy of my inn room, I opened both,” he says while retrieving a rolled-up parchment and the wizard’s amulet he previously allowed the party to briefly glimpse.
”If you would indulge me, perhaps our purpose shall become clear,” he says before reading the letter for the benefit of those unlearned in their letters.
My Dear Feriblan –
I must confess to you—my closest friend—that I was not entirely truthful with you at our last meeting. I feel compelled now to tell you of it, as this may be the last time I write with mortal hands. Do you recall our discussion some months past regarding liches and how users of the arcane arts might achieve that state? I must admit to you that the topic for me was not entirely scholarly, as I led you to believe. And for that I am sorry.
I know that you, my friend, have gazed into darkness in the name of knowledge. That is why I sought your learned counsel. For I too have gazed into darkness. And like you, I found knowledge— knowledge beyond imagining. From the demon-lord Orcus I have wrested the secret to lichdom, and I plan to move beyond scholarly talk and bring myself immortality. Imagine it, my friend! An eternity to study the arts, to master arcane power!
As I pen these words I have arrayed before me unguents and phials, instruments, and tomes, all necessary for my transformation, save only one—an arcane phylactery of elaborate design. The ingredients for that item will bring me once again to your city. By the time you read this letter, I shall have retrieved the necessary items and shall be on my way back to my keep.
Yet, as I begin to prepare my mind for my wondrous fate, my thoughts turn to you, my oldest friend. Accompanying this missive there is a small silk pouch. In that pouch is an amulet—an amulet I have created for you. I know of your thirst for knowledge. With this amulet, you will have access to my keep where I shall reside in immortality. If you wish to learn that which I have learned, you may visit me.
Long have others of our kind called you “mad.” It is I whom they will now call mad. But I do not care for their appellations. Let them say what they will. I have won something far greater than words— I have won immortality, and with it, power. I shall share that knowledge with you, my friend. Visit me soon. Gaze into the darkness again.
— Eralion
Corian pauses a moment to allow any questions, before relaying the following additional information:
• On a later visit to Feriblan, after he had finished his apprenticeship, Corian asked about the mad wizard about Eralion
• Feriblan insisted Eralion was nowhere near powerful enough to become a lich and the fool had likely perished while pursuing mastery of dark arts
• Feriblan claimed Eralion once possessed a powerful staff and failed to return valuable magical tracts and spell books he had borrowed
“I was reluctant to speak of these things, not out of lack of trust in you, but because on several occasions before we departed Bard’s Gate, I could have sworn I saw that damned bird, Talon, following my movements throughout the city!”
He explains he wanted to put as much distance from Bard’s Gate, and Vortigern, as possible and fears Talon may have observed his actions in the library. He last saw Talon the night before the party departed Bard’s Gate, but believe he gave the bird the slip.
“There you have it,” he says, relieved to have the secret out in the open, even if it means angering his companions.