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After our explorations, we continued to the city of [[PseudoBritannia.jhelom | Jhelom]].
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After our explorations, we continued to the city of [[PseudoBritannia.jhelom | Jhelom]].
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After our explorations, we continued to the city of Jhelom.
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After our explorations, we continued to the city of [[PseudoBritannia.jhelom | Jhelom]].
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After spending some time investigating, we continued to the city of Jhelom.
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After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, and updated us on the fact that she was making arrangements, but in the meantime, she recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram in order to identify the metal the blade was crafted of. We made plans to head there.
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk.We encountered a group of goblins while camping. Through the use of some rough goblin, and handing them some food, I managed to decipher that they were running from something gray-skinned and tall.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]].
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]].
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After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, and updated us on the fact that she was making arrangements, but in the meantime, she recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram in order to identify the metal the blade was crafted of. We made plans to travel there.
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk. Though usually such things were caused by goblin bands quarreling with each other, this was different.
We encountered a group of goblins while camping. Through the use of some rough goblin, I managed to decipher that they were running from something gray-skinned and tall. The group we talked with contained several wounded members, a strange thing for a goblin band. In my experience, goblins tend to only take the strongest of their numbers on raids. Though weakened, they outnumbered us. While I would have estimated our chances of victory to be decent, I thought it best to prevent an altercation and simply gave them food so they would leave.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]]. The presence of an armed band was curious, and we (or, at least Marcel and myself) were interested in investigating.
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk. Though usually such things were caused by goblin bands quarreling with each other, this was different.
We encountered a group of goblins while camping. Through the use of some rough goblin, I managed to decipher that they were running from something gray-skinned and tall. The group we talked with contained several wounded members, a strange thing for a goblin band. In my experience, goblins tend to only take the strongest of their numbers on raids. Though weakened, they outnumbered us. While I would have estimated our chances of victory to be decent, I thought it best to prevent an altercation and simply gave them food so they would leave.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]]. The presence of an armed band was curious, and we (or, at least Marcel and myself) were interested in investigating.
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After food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna, a Green Apple.
She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
She said in order to arrange an excavation,
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After food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna, a Green Apple. Through the use of spells, she was able to decipher the writing on the box: “Here is the tool of Yeverex. Let him take it on his great journey and let him bless us, his kin, when he reaches its end.” The sword was also inscribed with runes: "Strike ever true against the ancient foe." and "The force and the hope of we, the people of this kinship."
Susanna could not tell us who Yeverex was. Nor could she identify what sort of foe the blade was enchanted against. She did not know if it was a monster, a sort of person, or a group of people. She also did not know what sort of metal the blade was made of. She expressed interest in an excavation. However, in order to arrange anything, we would need some money.
Susanna could not tell us who Yeverex was. Nor could she identify what sort of foe the blade was enchanted against. She did not know if it was a monster, a sort of person, or a group of people. She also did not know what sort of metal the blade was made of. She expressed interest in an excavation. However, in order to arrange anything, we would need some money.
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After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
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After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, and updated us on the fact that she was making arrangements, but in the meantime, she recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram in order to identify the metal the blade was crafted of. We made plans to head there.
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We made our way first to the Adventurers’ Guild. After finding food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna. She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
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We made our way first to the Adventurers’ Guild. A guild in name alone, it consisted of a tavern and adjacent stable. While Marcel played for the crowd, Robert arranged for our lodging.
After food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna, a Green Apple.
She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
After food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna, a Green Apple.
She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
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Fortunately, or perhaps –unfortunately-, we ran into two mages looking to hire adventurers. But that is another story.
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
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Fortunately, or perhaps –unfortunately-, we ran into two mages looking to hire adventurers. But that is [[PseudoBritannia.kell | another story]].
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk. We encountered a group of goblins while camping. Through the use of some rough goblin, and handing them some food, I managed to decipher that they were running from something gray-skinned and tall.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]].
After spending some time investigating, we continued to the city of Jhelom.
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
Along the way, we heard rumors of goblins in the hills. Something was apparently chasing them out of the higher country, resulting in more confrontations with townsfolk. We encountered a group of goblins while camping. Through the use of some rough goblin, and handing them some food, I managed to decipher that they were running from something gray-skinned and tall.
We continued onward toward Paws. There, we found a [[PseudoBritannia.commanderman | strange militia]].
After spending some time investigating, we continued to the city of Jhelom.
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“Perhaps we should collect our sum and travel to
“Did you want to see the mine again?” Mirava
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The thought occurred to me that Yorick should be grateful we all didn’t eat as much as the paladin.
The merchant, appreciative of our rescue of his niece (and disposal of the ogres), had allowed us to stay the night in his residence. We were to be rewarded later, but for now, the interlude gave us the chance to discuss the tomb we had discovered, and the sword which had been encased within.
“Perhaps we should collect our sum and travel to the nearest town for information on the blade?" Valicus suggested.
“Did you want to see the mine again?” I asked. “Maybe find out some more information from the place we got the sword, urn, and box?"
The merchant, appreciative of our rescue of his niece (and disposal of the ogres), had allowed us to stay the night in his residence. We were to be rewarded later, but for now, the interlude gave us the chance to discuss the tomb we had discovered, and the sword which had been encased within.
“Perhaps we should collect our sum and travel to the nearest town for information on the blade?" Valicus suggested.
“Did you want to see the mine again?” I asked. “Maybe find out some more information from the place we got the sword, urn, and box?"
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I shrugged. It depending what he meant by exploring. Was there much else in the tomb besides dirt and statues and hulks? Not that I knew of, but then again, I was no wizard. I didn’t see things invisible to the naked eye. Who knew what –they- considered exploring?
"Not that I know of,” I said, “But there was the tomb. If you wanted to see it."
"Not that I know of,” I said, “But there was the tomb. If you wanted to see it."
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It was not long until a servant appeared with a request for the party to join 'the master of the house' in his study. The adventurers followed, and the butler led them from one well-furnished room and hallway to another until they stood in a wood-paneled room filled with books. A large darkwood desk featured prominently in the room, and a smiling Yorick sat behind it
Robert walked up to Yorick confidently, greeting him with a handshake and an easy smile. Marcel stood behind Robert, also beaming pleasantly. Meanwhile, Valicus looked over the books, distancing himself from the greetings. Suraliha remained aloof as well, though it was uncertain from her intense gaze whether she was meditating or simply staring.
As the adventurers took their seats, Yorick spoke.
"It is not a problem,” replied the pale speaker. “I am glad we could return them to safety."
Marcel spoke up. "I would think a letter would be easier for both parties."
Valicus arched a brow, but said nothing
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I didn’t know whether he doubted my skill, or whether he was referring to Valicus’ magical abilities.
The Speaker nodded at the bard’s idea. "Sounds interesting. I would not be opposed to returning to the mine. Let us finish up breakfast and our agreement with Yorick and head out then?"
The decision came none too soon. A servant appeared with a request for us to join 'the master of the house' in his study.
As we took our seats, Yorick spoke. "I wish to thank you all again, both personally and as a member of the community of Silverton, for the services you have performed for us. I mentioned that I would be able to reward you for your work, and I am able to do so - if you will simply tell me how you prefer such a reward to be made manifest. I have a sufficiency of gold to meet the need, although I can also arrange for a letter if you prefer to travel light."
“It is not a problem,” replied Val. “I am glad we could return them to safety."
Marcel spoke up, causing the Speaker to arch a brow. "I would think a letter would be easier for both parties."
It was good we had the bard to say these things for us.
The Speaker nodded at the bard’s idea. "Sounds interesting. I would not be opposed to returning to the mine. Let us finish up breakfast and our agreement with Yorick and head out then?"
The decision came none too soon. A servant appeared with a request for us to join 'the master of the house' in his study.
As we took our seats, Yorick spoke. "I wish to thank you all again, both personally and as a member of the community of Silverton, for the services you have performed for us. I mentioned that I would be able to reward you for your work, and I am able to do so - if you will simply tell me how you prefer such a reward to be made manifest. I have a sufficiency of gold to meet the need, although I can also arrange for a letter if you prefer to travel light."
“It is not a problem,” replied Val. “I am glad we could return them to safety."
Marcel spoke up, causing the Speaker to arch a brow. "I would think a letter would be easier for both parties."
It was good we had the bard to say these things for us.
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Valicus nodded for a moment. "I agree Yorick. Not all shall be so welcomed to take us in during our travels."
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Valicus nodded for a moment. "I agree, Yorick. Not all shall be so welcomed to take us in during our travels."
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"I believe our good paladin here, Robert la Roche of Trinsic?” Marcel suggested. “Do you not agree?"
Robert nods, saying, "That is fine."
"Valicus Hunter, Speaker of Skara Brae," said the silver-haired magus.
Yorick nodded and began to write Robert’s name on a partially prepared letter, his eyes flicking to Valicus momentarily, before adding the Speaker’s name as well. The merchant then looked expectantly at Marcel.
"Ah, if we are listing all of our names, then Marcel White of Trinsic."
Mirava was not really concerned with the negotiation. Either way, they would be paid. Virtuous or not, she did not believe her companions would refuse payment altogether. Beyond that, it mattered little to her who had to carry it. "Mirava of Darkwood," she shrugged, when her turn came.
Suraliha shrugged as well. "Suraliha of the Shielding Range."
The merchant added the names, signed it, then nodded to his servant. "Evan will have a notary impress his seal upon it and will return in just a few minutes, can I offer you a drink while we wait?"
"I am fine." Mirava cleared her throat. "But a question if you would, sir.
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In other words, “Yes, we’ll take your money.”
Yorick summoned a servant, and finished the writing and signing of the document.
Now that that was taken care of, I cleared my throat. "Do you know anything about the mine the ogres were in?"
Yorick summoned a servant, and finished the writing and signing of the document.
Now that that was taken care of, I cleared my throat. "Do you know anything about the mine the ogres were in?"
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"I believe that the owners have let their leasehold lapse, and the land has passed to the council of Silverton. It is common to have short term leases on such ventures, since adamantine ore can be exhausted so swiftly. And yes, Speaker, it is a most profitable venture - when one can find enough of the stuff to mine." He smiled at that, before turning back to Mirava "I am afraid that is all I know about the mine, there might be more in the council records, or in those of the former operator?"
"Who was the former operator?"Mirava questioned.
Yorick sips his green drink. "Peter Duaneson... a mining financier who is locally influential. He has some rights to profitable silver veins."
"Who was the former operator?"
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"I believe that the owners have let their leasehold lapse, and the land has passed to the council of Silverton. It is common to have short term leases on such ventures, since adamantine ore can be exhausted so swiftly. And yes, Speaker, it is a most profitable venture - when one can find enough of the stuff to mine." He smiled at that, before turning back to me. "I am afraid that is all I know about the mine, there might be more in the council records, or in those of the former operator?"
"Who was the former operator?" I questioned.
"Peter Duaneson... a mining financier who is locally influential. He has some rights to profitable silver veins."
"Who was the former operator?" I questioned.
"Peter Duaneson... a mining financier who is locally influential. He has some rights to profitable silver veins."
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"I am afraid that master Duaneson is very much fixed in the here and now. He might, but it would be most uncharacteristic of him."
"Do you know of anyone else who would know the history of the mine?"
"Do you know of anyone else who would know the history of the mine?"
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I fought back the urge to roll my eyes. Though I didn’t dispute the benefit of buttering up merchants and nobility, I was glad it wasn’t my task.
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After leaving Yorick's residence, the adventurers spent time in Silverton exploring, listening to rumors, and purchasing supplies. Mirava had bought a stiff-maned, sturdy mountain horse to carry some of their belongings. Marcel was sporting a new hat, complete with giant feathery plume. By the time they returned to the mine, it was evening. Argyle, their new “companion”, was secured outside, while the adventurers proceeded back into the mine.
It was suggested that Mirava and Suraliha explore the other tunnel in the cavern. Of her companions, Mirava preferred the company of Suraliha best. The monk was quiet, quick, and did not require much instruction. The two women moved along the tunnel cautiously but quickly. The danger of ogres long past, they did not need to take the time to move silently. Aside from some peculiar yellow fuzzy growth on a wall, they did not see anything out of the ordinary. Proceeding quickly, they rejoined their companions as they expected they would.
"Anything in the tunnel?" Marcel asked. He and the others stood at the mouth of the pit, contemplating how to get over into the requilary.
"Yellow stuff," Mirava said simply, watching their progress.
They had decided to get some planks from the ramp and piece together a rough bridge. The tunnel was a bit narrow and rough, but everyone was able to enter the reliquary. The platform where Suraliha and Mirava found the box was still there, as were carved armoured figures.
Robert placed the box on the platform, and looked around, studying the statues intently.
It was suggested that Mirava and Suraliha explore the other tunnel in the cavern. Of her companions, Mirava preferred the company of Suraliha best. The monk was quiet, quick, and did not require much instruction
"Anything in the tunnel?" Marcel asked. He and the others stood at the mouth of the pit, contemplating how to get over into the requilary.
"Yellow stuff," Mirava said simply, watching their progress.
They had decided to get some planks from the ramp and piece together a rough bridge. The tunnel was a bit narrow and rough, but everyone was able to enter the reliquary. The platform where Suraliha and Mirava found the box was still there, as were carved armoured figures.
Robert placed the box on the platform, and looked around, studying the statues intently.
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After leaving Yorick's residence, we spent time in Silverton exploring, listening to rumors, and purchasing supplies. I bought one of the stiff-maned, sturdy mountain horses off a local in order to carry some of our belongings. Though he wouldn’t win any prizes for beauty, Argyle, as I named him seemed dependable.
Hat, horse, and adventurers assembled, we returned to the mine. By the time we reached it, it was evening. Argyle, their new “companion”, was secured outside, while we proceeded back into the mine.
The platform was still there, as were the carved armoured figures.
Hat, horse, and adventurers assembled, we returned to the mine. By the time we reached it, it was evening. Argyle, their new “companion”, was secured outside, while we proceeded back into the mine.
The platform was still there, as were the carved armoured figures.
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"Are we diggers now?” Mirava asked, arching a brow. “Or grave looters?"
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"Are we diggers now?” I asked, arching a brow. The idea of excavation seemed a bit daunting. “Or grave looters?"
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"So, we set up camp then, and head to Avalon in the morning?" Marcel asked.
"If we are done exploring?
"We could head back to Silverton in the morning and hire out a team of excavators. I am sure we could persuade Yorick into managing it all
Mirava arched a brow. "Or we could just ask someone about the ashes?"
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"So, we set up camp then, and head to Avalon in the morning?" Marcel asked. "We could head back to Silverton in the morning and hire out a team of excavators. I am sure we could persuade Yorick into managing it all. He would get quite a benefit from unearthing such ancient ruins. And, we might get some answers."
"Or we could just ask someone about the ashes?" I suggested. Wrapped up in his big ideas, the bard tended to lack common sense.
"Or we could just ask someone about the ashes?" I suggested. Wrapped up in his big ideas, the bard tended to lack common sense.
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"I would be interested in seeing the rest of that place, if we could,” commented Robert.
"This place will be here when we get back, I'm sure. Better to try the less expensive option though, from my perspective."
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"I find it interesting," the man said simply.
Mirava arched a brow. "I didn't think you were a historian. Did you note anything unusual about the walls? Or do you just find old dead warriors interesting?"
"The carvings in that tunnel seem to predate recent history by quite a bit of time, but the armor they have is of a much more modern level of construction,” Robert explained. “This implies a civilization that had declined or vanished for some reason. I wonder if perhaps the decline may be involved with the ancient enemy mentioned."
Mirava's brow furrowed slightly. "Ancient enemy or no, if they were so advanced in arms, I wonder how they were overcome. I also wonder how no one discovered this site. One would think that they'd dig around here. Especially since it's a mine."
"I do not know. Most easily-accessible ruins and records would be scavenged or ignored by people soon after such events, people, mostly not historians, to whom the records are recent history of little import, or who are more concerned with the gain of looting, than in preserving things. So such information tends to be lost, unless it is in obscured, or difficult to access places. This goes on for generations, and the information is lost."
"I wonder if there are any guardians. Maybe it has something to do with the disappearances." Mirava shrugs. "Probably not, I suppose. Surely someone would have heard something about guardians around here."
"I can't say why the miners never discovered it. Perhaps mines of adamantine are usually one vein, and then nothing around? You would have to ask miners about that."
Mirava shrugs at that. "I doubt it's important. I think it might be more important to find out about the tomb itself. Not why it wasn't discovered."
“It would be of interest to historians at the very least, and possibly smiths, mages, and maybe others, depending on what is in there, if anything. I do not know the extent of the ruins, or what is in there.”
"I don't think anyone has been there for a while though. Otherwise, the trap Suraliha and I discovered would have been set off."
Suraliha had joined them at the fire, quietly taking a seat. "Speaking of traps, -why- do you think it was trapped?"
"I'd guess it was to discourage looters," Mirava shrugged.
"The sword was trapped?" Robert asked.
"The urn," said Suraliha, at the same time Mirava said, “The urn was.There was a loud noise. Sounded like something in goblin. Betrayer or traitor or something. I'm still not sure how that piece fits into the puzzle."
"Possibly, some people may have considered it poor form to disturb the remains of the dead?"
Mirava shifted ever so slightly. "I don't know why people who would loot the tomb would be called traitors. They never agreed to anything."
"Besides, was the noise referring to looters, or was it referring to the one in the urn?" Sura frowned.
"I was considering that,” Mirava noted. “But why set a trap for the dead? I think Robert's idea more likely. Some people might consider disturbing the dead to be a traitorous act. If we're talking about an ancient society, they probably didn't consider people like us coming along to disturb the remains. Or I might not have translated it right at all."
The other woman shrugged. "Perhaps."
Robert shrugged his broad shoulders as well.
"Someone in Avalon should have more answers, I think,” Mirava continued. “I don't know where else we would get them, at any rate."
“Moonglow would be a good place, but... that would be quite a journey," the paladin mused.
Mirava nodded slightly. "Seems like a rather long way to go just to find out about the dead though. If it's a reward we want, I'm sure there would be a scholar in Avalon who would be willing to pay for the information. The discovery of some ancient society would be worth something to them, I guess."
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''Mira's handwriting continues with a rough sketch of both box and sword. Rubbings of runes accompany the writing.''
Writing on the box, as translated by Susanna of Avalon: “Here is the tool of Yeverex. Let him take it on his great journey and let him bless us, his kin, when he reaches its end.”
Writing on the blade, as translated by Susanna: "Strike ever true against the ancient foe." and "The force and the hope of we, the people of this kinship."
The writing is apparently magical in nature, while the sword is enchanted to be more effective against some creature, or sort of person, or group of people. Susanna could not say for sure. It was also crafted of a metal unknown to Susanna.
We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith who is not involved with Artificers, and may have more knowledge about the mysterious metal used.
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Avalon. Under the reign of the King, it was the great capital city of Britannia. I’m sure there was more history to it, but I had forgotten much of the Apple lessons I had as a child. Avalon was a long way from Spiritwood, after all.
We made our way first to the Adventurers’ Guild. After finding food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna. She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
Fortunately, or perhaps –unfortunately-, we ran into two mages looking to hire adventurers. But that is another story.
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
We made our way first to the Adventurers’ Guild. After finding food and lodging, Marcel, Robert, and Valicus went to the academy there and spoke with a scholar named Susanna. She said in order to arrange an excavation, we would need some money.
Fortunately, or perhaps –unfortunately-, we ran into two mages looking to hire adventurers. But that is another story.
After finishing our obligations to the magi, the party returned to Susanna. She told us what she could, but recommended a Jhelhomian smith named Vikram. We made plans to head there.
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We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith
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The writing is apparently magical in nature, while the sword is enchanted to be more effective against some creature, or sort of person, or group of people. Susanna could not say for sure. It was also crafted of a metal unknown to Susanna.
We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith who is not involved with Artificers, and may have more knowledge about the mysterious metal used.
We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith who is not involved with Artificers, and may have more knowledge about the mysterious metal used.
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Mirava nodded slightly. "Seems like a rather long way to go just to find out about the dead though. If it's a reward we want, I'm sure there would be a scholar in Avalon who would be willing to pay for the information. The discovery of some ancient society would be worth something to them, I guess."
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Mirava nodded slightly. "Seems like a rather long way to go just to find out about the dead though. If it's a reward we want, I'm sure there would be a scholar in Avalon who would be willing to pay for the information. The discovery of some ancient society would be worth something to them, I guess."
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''Mira's handwriting continues with a rough sketch of both box and sword. Rubbings of runes accompany the writing.''
Writing on the box, as translated by Susanna of Avalon: “Here is the tool of Yeverex. Let him take it on his great journey and let him bless us, his kin, when he reaches its end.”
Writing on the blade, as translated by Susanna: "Strike ever true against the ancient foe." and "The force and the hope of we, the people of this kinship."
Writing is magical in nature. The sword is enchanted to be more effective against some creature, or sort of person, or group of people. Susanna could not say for sure. It was also crafted of a metal unknown to Susanna.
We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith supposedly knowledgeable about the mysterious metal used.
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''Mira's handwriting continues with a rough sketch of both box and sword. Rubbings of runes accompany the writing.''
Writing on the box, as translated by Susanna of Avalon: “Here is the tool of Yeverex. Let him take it on his great journey and let him bless us, his kin, when he reaches its end.”
Writing on the blade, as translated by Susanna: "Strike ever true against the ancient foe." and "The force and the hope of we, the people of this kinship."
Writing is magical in nature. The sword is enchanted to be more effective against some creature, or sort of person, or group of people. Susanna could not say for sure. It was also crafted of a metal unknown to Susanna.
We were referred to Vikram of Jhelom, a smith supposedly knowledgeable about the mysterious metal used.
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"Why are you so interested in the tomb anyway?" Mirava asked, sitting across the fire from the paladin. The others had gone to sleep or were preparing for sleep, but the scout was restless.
"I find it interesting," the man said simply.
Mirava arched a brow. "I didn't think you were a historian. Did you note anything unusual about the walls? Or do you just find old dead warriors interesting?"
"The carvings in that tunnel seem to predate recent history by quite a bit of time, but the armor they have is of a much more modern level of construction,” Robert explained. “This implies a civilization that had declined or vanished for some reason. I wonder if perhaps the decline may be involved with the ancient enemy mentioned."
Mirava's brow furrowed slightly. "Ancient enemy or no, if they were so advanced in arms, I wonder how they were overcome. I also wonder how no one discovered this site. One would think that they'd dig around here. Especially since it's a mine."
"I do not know. Most easily-accessible ruins and records would be scavenged or ignored by people soon after such events, people, mostly not historians, to whom the records are recent history of little import, or who are more concerned with the gain of looting, than in preserving things. So such information tends to be lost, unless it is in obscured, or difficult to access places. This goes on for generations, and the information is lost."
"I wonder if there are any guardians. Maybe it has something to do with the disappearances." Mirava shrugs. "Probably not, I suppose. Surely someone would have heard something about guardians around here."
"I can't say why the miners never discovered it. Perhaps mines of adamantine are usually one vein, and then nothing around? You would have to ask miners about that."
Mirava shrugs at that. "I doubt it's important. I think it might be more important to find out about the tomb itself. Not why it wasn't discovered."
“It would be of interest to historians at the very least, and possibly smiths, mages, and maybe others, depending on what is in there, if anything. I do not know the extent of the ruins, or what is in there.”
"I don't think anyone has been there for a while though. Otherwise, the trap Suraliha and I discovered would have been set off."
Suraliha had joined them at the fire, quietly taking a seat. "Speaking of traps, -why- do you think it was trapped?"
"I'd guess it was to discourage looters," Mirava shrugged.
"The sword was trapped?" Robert asked.
"The urn," said Suraliha, at the same time Mirava said, “The urn was.There was a loud noise. Sounded like something in goblin. Betrayer or traitor or something. I'm still not sure how that piece fits into the puzzle."
"Possibly, some people may have considered it poor form to disturb the remains of the dead?"
Mirava shifted ever so slightly. "I don't know why people who would loot the tomb would be called traitors. They never agreed to anything."
"Besides, was the noise referring to looters, or was it referring to the one in the urn?" Sura frowned.
"I was considering that,” Mirava noted. “But why set a trap for the dead? I think Robert's idea more likely. Some people might consider disturbing the dead to be a traitorous act. If we're talking about an ancient society, they probably didn't consider people like us coming along to disturb the remains. Or I might not have translated it right at all."
The other woman shrugged. "Perhaps."
Robert shrugged his broad shoulders as well.
"Someone in Avalon should have more answers, I think,” Mirava continued. “I don't know where else we would get them, at any rate."
“Moonglow would be a good place, but... that would be quite a journey," the paladin mused.
Mirava nodded slightly. "Seems like a rather long way to go just to find out about the dead though. If it's a reward we want, I'm sure there would be a scholar in Avalon who would be willing to pay for the information. The discovery of some ancient society would be worth something to them, I guess."
"Why are you so interested in the tomb anyway?" Mirava asked, sitting across the fire from the paladin. The others had gone to sleep or were preparing for sleep, but the scout was restless.
"I find it interesting," the man said simply.
Mirava arched a brow. "I didn't think you were a historian. Did you note anything unusual about the walls? Or do you just find old dead warriors interesting?"
"The carvings in that tunnel seem to predate recent history by quite a bit of time, but the armor they have is of a much more modern level of construction,” Robert explained. “This implies a civilization that had declined or vanished for some reason. I wonder if perhaps the decline may be involved with the ancient enemy mentioned."
Mirava's brow furrowed slightly. "Ancient enemy or no, if they were so advanced in arms, I wonder how they were overcome. I also wonder how no one discovered this site. One would think that they'd dig around here. Especially since it's a mine."
"I do not know. Most easily-accessible ruins and records would be scavenged or ignored by people soon after such events, people, mostly not historians, to whom the records are recent history of little import, or who are more concerned with the gain of looting, than in preserving things. So such information tends to be lost, unless it is in obscured, or difficult to access places. This goes on for generations, and the information is lost."
"I wonder if there are any guardians. Maybe it has something to do with the disappearances." Mirava shrugs. "Probably not, I suppose. Surely someone would have heard something about guardians around here."
"I can't say why the miners never discovered it. Perhaps mines of adamantine are usually one vein, and then nothing around? You would have to ask miners about that."
Mirava shrugs at that. "I doubt it's important. I think it might be more important to find out about the tomb itself. Not why it wasn't discovered."
“It would be of interest to historians at the very least, and possibly smiths, mages, and maybe others, depending on what is in there, if anything. I do not know the extent of the ruins, or what is in there.”
"I don't think anyone has been there for a while though. Otherwise, the trap Suraliha and I discovered would have been set off."
Suraliha had joined them at the fire, quietly taking a seat. "Speaking of traps, -why- do you think it was trapped?"
"I'd guess it was to discourage looters," Mirava shrugged.
"The sword was trapped?" Robert asked.
"The urn," said Suraliha, at the same time Mirava said, “The urn was.There was a loud noise. Sounded like something in goblin. Betrayer or traitor or something. I'm still not sure how that piece fits into the puzzle."
"Possibly, some people may have considered it poor form to disturb the remains of the dead?"
Mirava shifted ever so slightly. "I don't know why people who would loot the tomb would be called traitors. They never agreed to anything."
"Besides, was the noise referring to looters, or was it referring to the one in the urn?" Sura frowned.
"I was considering that,” Mirava noted. “But why set a trap for the dead? I think Robert's idea more likely. Some people might consider disturbing the dead to be a traitorous act. If we're talking about an ancient society, they probably didn't consider people like us coming along to disturb the remains. Or I might not have translated it right at all."
The other woman shrugged. "Perhaps."
Robert shrugged his broad shoulders as well.
"Someone in Avalon should have more answers, I think,” Mirava continued. “I don't know where else we would get them, at any rate."
“Moonglow would be a good place, but... that would be quite a journey," the paladin mused.
Mirava nodded slightly. "Seems like a rather long way to go just to find out about the dead though. If it's a reward we want, I'm sure there would be a scholar in Avalon who would be willing to pay for the information. The discovery of some ancient society would be worth something to them, I guess."
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Robert stayed behind to look at the statue, but Marcel, Mirava, and Suraliha continued down the umber hulk’s passage. They eventually came to a small, wider area. But aside from random tunnels and bits of giant burrowing creatures, there was not much else.
"So, we set up camp then, and head to Avalon in the morning?" Marcel asked.
"If we are done exploring?" the paladin replied.
"We could head back to Silverton in the morning and hire out a team of excavators. I am sure we could persuade Yorick into managing it all. He would get quite a benefit from unearthing such ancient ruins. And, we might get some answers."
Mirava arched a brow. "Or we could just ask someone about the ashes?"
"Either way. That may certainly be cheaper."
The scout nodded. "Maybe someone in Avalon knows."
"I would be interested in seeing the rest of that place, if we could,” commented Robert.
"This place will be here when we get back, I'm sure. Better to try the less expensive option though, from my perspective."
"So, we set up camp then, and head to Avalon in the morning?" Marcel asked.
"If we are done exploring?" the paladin replied.
"We could head back to Silverton in the morning and hire out a team of excavators. I am sure we could persuade Yorick into managing it all. He would get quite a benefit from unearthing such ancient ruins. And, we might get some answers."
Mirava arched a brow. "Or we could just ask someone about the ashes?"
"Either way. That may certainly be cheaper."
The scout nodded. "Maybe someone in Avalon knows."
"I would be interested in seeing the rest of that place, if we could,” commented Robert.
"This place will be here when we get back, I'm sure. Better to try the less expensive option though, from my perspective."
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!! Urns, Swords, and Boxes
Mirava leaned against a wall, bowl in hand, observing the others between spoonfuls of oatmeal. Though an assortment of fruit, meat, and foodstuffs was available to her, she disliked heavy breakfasts. The others had chosen as they willed, provided as they were with such variety. Robert especially seemed eager to sample the fare. As Mirava scooped another spoonful, she had the brief thought that the merchant should be pleased the adventurers did not all eat as heartily as the paladin.
“Perhaps we should collect our sum and travel to the nearest town for information on the blade?" Valicus suggested, holding his fork between slender fingertips.
“Did you want to see the mine again?” Mirava asked. “Maybe find out some more information from the place we got the sword, urn, and box?"
"Was there much else to explore?"
The scout shrugged. In her limited experience, magical folk seemed more drawn to old ruins and relics than tunnels and pits. "Not that I know of, but there was the tomb. If you wanted to see it."
Marcel spoke up. "Well, there may have been something they did not notice, but you might, Valicus."
The silver-haired Speaker nodded at the bard’s idea. "Sounds interesting. I would not be opposed to returning to the mine. Let us finish up breakfast and our agreement with Yorick and head out then?"
It was not long until a servant appeared with a request for the party to join 'the master of the house' in his study. The adventurers followed, and the butler led them from one well-furnished room and hallway to another until they stood in a wood-paneled room filled with books. A large darkwood desk featured prominently in the room, and a smiling Yorick sat behind it, all greetings and handshakes as the adventurers entered.
Robert walked up to Yorick confidently, greeting him with a handshake and an easy smile. Marcel stood behind Robert, also beaming pleasantly. Meanwhile, Valicus looked over the books, distancing himself from the greetings. Suraliha remained aloof as well, though it was uncertain from her intense gaze whether she was meditating or simply staring.
As the adventurers took their seats, Yorick spoke. "I wish to thank you all again, both personally and as a member of the community of Silverton, for the services you have performed for us. I mentioned that I would be able to reward you for your work, and I am able to do so - if you will simply tell me how you prefer such a reward to be made manifest. I have a sufficiency of gold to meet the need, although I can also arrange for a letter if you prefer to travel light."
"It is not a problem,” replied the pale speaker. “I am glad we could return them to safety."
Marcel spoke up. "I would think a letter would be easier for both parties."
Valicus arched a brow, but said nothing.
Yorick smiled diplomatically at the two. "Your attitude is most virtuous, speaker; however, I will gladly offer you a reward. I encourage you to take it, if only to help establish a useful precedent to those that are of a less altruistic temperament. Is that acceptable to all of you? I will write a letter to a goldsmith that I know in Avalon if that is the most convenient?"
Valicus nodded for a moment. "I agree Yorick. Not all shall be so welcomed to take us in during our travels."
"Such a reward is acceptable, to fund our travels, as well as give example to others,” Marcel added. “Encouraging such deeds about the land."
Robert nodded as well. "Anything that can be used to further the aid of others is welcomed."
Yorick rang for his servant, who placed a writing set on the desk. Taking the pen, the merchant looked at the group. “To whom shall I make this out to?”
"I believe our good paladin here, Robert la Roche of Trinsic?” Marcel suggested. “Do you not agree?"
Robert nods, saying, "That is fine."
"Valicus Hunter, Speaker of Skara Brae," said the silver-haired magus.
Yorick nodded and began to write Robert’s name on a partially prepared letter, his eyes flicking to Valicus momentarily, before adding the Speaker’s name as well. The merchant then looked expectantly at Marcel.
"Ah, if we are listing all of our names, then Marcel White of Trinsic."
Mirava was not really concerned with the negotiation. Either way, they would be paid. Virtuous or not, she did not believe her companions would refuse payment altogether. Beyond that, it mattered little to her who had to carry it. "Mirava of Darkwood," she shrugged, when her turn came.
Suraliha shrugged as well. "Suraliha of the Shielding Range."
The merchant added the names, signed it, then nodded to his servant. "Evan will have a notary impress his seal upon it and will return in just a few minutes, can I offer you a drink while we wait?"
"I am fine." Mirava cleared her throat. "But a question if you would, sir. Do you know anything about the mine the ogres were in?"
"I believe that particular mine used to excavate for a rare ore, adamantine. It is preferred by the artificers for certain uses and is quite lucrative. The seam gave up some years ago however and there has been little exploration of the area since."
"My, adamantine?" Valicus nods his head heavily. "Very rare, and profitable I would imagine."
"Who owns the deed to the mine?" Marcel asked.
"I believe that the owners have let their leasehold lapse, and the land has passed to the council of Silverton. It is common to have short term leases on such ventures, since adamantine ore can be exhausted so swiftly. And yes, Speaker, it is a most profitable venture - when one can find enough of the stuff to mine." He smiled at that, before turning back to Mirava "I am afraid that is all I know about the mine, there might be more in the council records, or in those of the former operator?"
"Who was the former operator?" Mirava questioned.
Yorick sips his green drink. "Peter Duaneson... a mining financier who is locally influential. He has some rights to profitable silver veins."
"Hm, might he know more about the history of the mine? Before it became a mine, I mean."
Yorick laughs a little. "I am afraid that master Duaneson is very much fixed in the here and now. He might, but it would be most uncharacteristic of him."
"...oh," Mirava frowned uncertainly. "Do you know of anyone else who would know the history of the mine?"
"Silverton is a fairly busy little city; most people are interested in making their fortunes from either prospecting or in some kind of mining-related industry. There is not what I would call an active interest in the history of the region however."
"I trust Silverton does not have any further issues with the likes of Ogres and such, Master Yorick?" said Valicus.
"I do not believe so, speaker. There were rumours of travellers being waylaid on the road, but I suspect that you have dealt with the source of that already," the merchant smiled.
The servant returned with the tray, and Yorick inspected the letter. He then passed it across the desk to Marcel.
Marcel took it with both hands appreciatively. “Thank you, Master Yorrick. You too have done a service to the community."
Mirava smirked very, very faintly and fought back the urge to roll her eyes. Though she didn’t dispute the benefit of buttering up merchants and nobility, she was glad it was not her task.
Robert smiled and thanked Yorick. "We are glad to have been able to help, and your contribution will go towards helping others in the future as well. I wish you good fortune in the future, sir."
Mirava shakes his hand lightly. "Thank you for your hospitality."
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The adventurers spent time in Silverton exploring, listening to rumors, and purchasing supplies. Mirava had bought a stiff-maned, sturdy mountain horse to carry some of their belongings. Marcel was sporting a new hat, complete with giant feathery plume. By the time they returned to the mine, it was evening. Argyle, their new “companion”, was secured outside, while the adventurers proceeded back into the mine.
It was suggested that Mirava and Suraliha explore the other tunnel in the cavern. Of her companions, Mirava preferred the company of Suraliha best. The monk was quiet, quick, and did not require much instruction. The two women moved along the tunnel cautiously but quickly. The danger of ogres long past, they did not need to take the time to move silently. Aside from some peculiar yellow fuzzy growth on a wall, they did not see anything out of the ordinary. Proceeding quickly, they rejoined their companions as they expected they would.
"Anything in the tunnel?" Marcel asked. He and the others stood at the mouth of the pit, contemplating how to get over into the requilary.
"Yellow stuff," Mirava said simply, watching their progress.
They had decided to get some planks from the ramp and piece together a rough bridge. The tunnel was a bit narrow and rough, but everyone was able to enter the reliquary. The platform where Suraliha and Mirava found the box was still there, as were carved armoured figures.
Robert placed the box on the platform, and looked around.
"What odd statues,” Marcel observed. “I'm going to venture a guess and say that these aren't human ruins. I think we should hire some excavators, there must be more."
"Are we diggers now?” Mirava asked, arching a brow. “Or grave looters?"
"I think we are historians now. These may be the ruins of some sort of civilization from before the first name! Or possibly something a lot less exciting."
Robert studied the statues intently. He then turned to Marcel. "What do you know about these?"
"They are entirely foreign,” replied the bard. “They might be something from before the King, or even Mondain. So, interesting, I think. They might also not even be human, which is more likely."
"So what now?" asked the scout.
"Does the bug's tunnel go further? Let’s go explore it then."
Mirava leaned against a wall, bowl in hand, observing the others between spoonfuls of oatmeal. Though an assortment of fruit, meat, and foodstuffs was available to her, she disliked heavy breakfasts. The others had chosen as they willed, provided as they were with such variety. Robert especially seemed eager to sample the fare. As Mirava scooped another spoonful, she had the brief thought that the merchant should be pleased the adventurers did not all eat as heartily as the paladin.
“Perhaps we should collect our sum and travel to the nearest town for information on the blade?" Valicus suggested, holding his fork between slender fingertips.
“Did you want to see the mine again?” Mirava asked. “Maybe find out some more information from the place we got the sword, urn, and box?"
"Was there much else to explore?"
The scout shrugged. In her limited experience, magical folk seemed more drawn to old ruins and relics than tunnels and pits. "Not that I know of, but there was the tomb. If you wanted to see it."
Marcel spoke up. "Well, there may have been something they did not notice, but you might, Valicus."
The silver-haired Speaker nodded at the bard’s idea. "Sounds interesting. I would not be opposed to returning to the mine. Let us finish up breakfast and our agreement with Yorick and head out then?"
It was not long until a servant appeared with a request for the party to join 'the master of the house' in his study. The adventurers followed, and the butler led them from one well-furnished room and hallway to another until they stood in a wood-paneled room filled with books. A large darkwood desk featured prominently in the room, and a smiling Yorick sat behind it, all greetings and handshakes as the adventurers entered.
Robert walked up to Yorick confidently, greeting him with a handshake and an easy smile. Marcel stood behind Robert, also beaming pleasantly. Meanwhile, Valicus looked over the books, distancing himself from the greetings. Suraliha remained aloof as well, though it was uncertain from her intense gaze whether she was meditating or simply staring.
As the adventurers took their seats, Yorick spoke. "I wish to thank you all again, both personally and as a member of the community of Silverton, for the services you have performed for us. I mentioned that I would be able to reward you for your work, and I am able to do so - if you will simply tell me how you prefer such a reward to be made manifest. I have a sufficiency of gold to meet the need, although I can also arrange for a letter if you prefer to travel light."
"It is not a problem,” replied the pale speaker. “I am glad we could return them to safety."
Marcel spoke up. "I would think a letter would be easier for both parties."
Valicus arched a brow, but said nothing.
Yorick smiled diplomatically at the two. "Your attitude is most virtuous, speaker; however, I will gladly offer you a reward. I encourage you to take it, if only to help establish a useful precedent to those that are of a less altruistic temperament. Is that acceptable to all of you? I will write a letter to a goldsmith that I know in Avalon if that is the most convenient?"
Valicus nodded for a moment. "I agree Yorick. Not all shall be so welcomed to take us in during our travels."
"Such a reward is acceptable, to fund our travels, as well as give example to others,” Marcel added. “Encouraging such deeds about the land."
Robert nodded as well. "Anything that can be used to further the aid of others is welcomed."
Yorick rang for his servant, who placed a writing set on the desk. Taking the pen, the merchant looked at the group. “To whom shall I make this out to?”
"I believe our good paladin here, Robert la Roche of Trinsic?” Marcel suggested. “Do you not agree?"
Robert nods, saying, "That is fine."
"Valicus Hunter, Speaker of Skara Brae," said the silver-haired magus.
Yorick nodded and began to write Robert’s name on a partially prepared letter, his eyes flicking to Valicus momentarily, before adding the Speaker’s name as well. The merchant then looked expectantly at Marcel.
"Ah, if we are listing all of our names, then Marcel White of Trinsic."
Mirava was not really concerned with the negotiation. Either way, they would be paid. Virtuous or not, she did not believe her companions would refuse payment altogether. Beyond that, it mattered little to her who had to carry it. "Mirava of Darkwood," she shrugged, when her turn came.
Suraliha shrugged as well. "Suraliha of the Shielding Range."
The merchant added the names, signed it, then nodded to his servant. "Evan will have a notary impress his seal upon it and will return in just a few minutes, can I offer you a drink while we wait?"
"I am fine." Mirava cleared her throat. "But a question if you would, sir. Do you know anything about the mine the ogres were in?"
"I believe that particular mine used to excavate for a rare ore, adamantine. It is preferred by the artificers for certain uses and is quite lucrative. The seam gave up some years ago however and there has been little exploration of the area since."
"My, adamantine?" Valicus nods his head heavily. "Very rare, and profitable I would imagine."
"Who owns the deed to the mine?" Marcel asked.
"I believe that the owners have let their leasehold lapse, and the land has passed to the council of Silverton. It is common to have short term leases on such ventures, since adamantine ore can be exhausted so swiftly. And yes, Speaker, it is a most profitable venture - when one can find enough of the stuff to mine." He smiled at that, before turning back to Mirava "I am afraid that is all I know about the mine, there might be more in the council records, or in those of the former operator?"
"Who was the former operator?" Mirava questioned.
Yorick sips his green drink. "Peter Duaneson... a mining financier who is locally influential. He has some rights to profitable silver veins."
"Hm, might he know more about the history of the mine? Before it became a mine, I mean."
Yorick laughs a little. "I am afraid that master Duaneson is very much fixed in the here and now. He might, but it would be most uncharacteristic of him."
"...oh," Mirava frowned uncertainly. "Do you know of anyone else who would know the history of the mine?"
"Silverton is a fairly busy little city; most people are interested in making their fortunes from either prospecting or in some kind of mining-related industry. There is not what I would call an active interest in the history of the region however."
"I trust Silverton does not have any further issues with the likes of Ogres and such, Master Yorick?" said Valicus.
"I do not believe so, speaker. There were rumours of travellers being waylaid on the road, but I suspect that you have dealt with the source of that already," the merchant smiled.
The servant returned with the tray, and Yorick inspected the letter. He then passed it across the desk to Marcel.
Marcel took it with both hands appreciatively. “Thank you, Master Yorrick. You too have done a service to the community."
Mirava smirked very, very faintly and fought back the urge to roll her eyes. Though she didn’t dispute the benefit of buttering up merchants and nobility, she was glad it was not her task.
Robert smiled and thanked Yorick. "We are glad to have been able to help, and your contribution will go towards helping others in the future as well. I wish you good fortune in the future, sir."
Mirava shakes his hand lightly. "Thank you for your hospitality."
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The adventurers spent time in Silverton exploring, listening to rumors, and purchasing supplies. Mirava had bought a stiff-maned, sturdy mountain horse to carry some of their belongings. Marcel was sporting a new hat, complete with giant feathery plume. By the time they returned to the mine, it was evening. Argyle, their new “companion”, was secured outside, while the adventurers proceeded back into the mine.
It was suggested that Mirava and Suraliha explore the other tunnel in the cavern. Of her companions, Mirava preferred the company of Suraliha best. The monk was quiet, quick, and did not require much instruction. The two women moved along the tunnel cautiously but quickly. The danger of ogres long past, they did not need to take the time to move silently. Aside from some peculiar yellow fuzzy growth on a wall, they did not see anything out of the ordinary. Proceeding quickly, they rejoined their companions as they expected they would.
"Anything in the tunnel?" Marcel asked. He and the others stood at the mouth of the pit, contemplating how to get over into the requilary.
"Yellow stuff," Mirava said simply, watching their progress.
They had decided to get some planks from the ramp and piece together a rough bridge. The tunnel was a bit narrow and rough, but everyone was able to enter the reliquary. The platform where Suraliha and Mirava found the box was still there, as were carved armoured figures.
Robert placed the box on the platform, and looked around.
"What odd statues,” Marcel observed. “I'm going to venture a guess and say that these aren't human ruins. I think we should hire some excavators, there must be more."
"Are we diggers now?” Mirava asked, arching a brow. “Or grave looters?"
"I think we are historians now. These may be the ruins of some sort of civilization from before the first name! Or possibly something a lot less exciting."
Robert studied the statues intently. He then turned to Marcel. "What do you know about these?"
"They are entirely foreign,” replied the bard. “They might be something from before the King, or even Mondain. So, interesting, I think. They might also not even be human, which is more likely."
"So what now?" asked the scout.
"Does the bug's tunnel go further? Let’s go explore it then."
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