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Post by soulfien on Oct 26, 2009 18:15:12 GMT -5
Garistan approaches the Shrine to Velsharoon and hands over a sealed letter to the lich that guards it.
"Please ensure Lord Saint Phelzaron gets this letter at your earliest convenience. It is of the utmost importance that he and only he receives this quickly."
Leaving a large tithe at the Shrine as he leaves, he teleports away.
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Post by Hackmaster on Oct 27, 2009 10:24:05 GMT -5
Phelzaron walks to the shrine and begins his usual prayers, as he completes them and begins to stand a hand of bone rests to his shoulder. "Guardian...has there been trouble?" Phelzaron turns, the Lich holding a sealed letter. "Hmm....my thanks, a tithe for your trouble." Phelzaron drops coin into the plate and takes the letter, tucking it into the folds of his robes.
Later, he sits in a boat, a robed skeletal figure silently guides the rotted vessel that by all natural laws should not be afloat through the impossibly unnavigable lake. A heavy impenetrable mist hangs in the air so thick you cannot see from one end of the boat to the other. The blackened waters seem to have the faces of hundreds of souls lurking just underneath it's dead calm surface. Phelzaron opens the letter and reads while he has a moment. The fog embracing him and the vessel, the souls gently pushing it along to parts unknown.
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