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in clarification.. Yes my quiver is an artefact too!
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
(Market): Ayoxele says, "Buying whatever Cyrene feeds their guards."
The faint but growing sound of marching boots draws your attention to the Southern Vashnar mountain range. There, ascending the highest peak, can be seen a procession of figures silhouetted against the sky: the citizenry of Cyrene.
An orchestra reaches the top first, followed by soldiers marching in formation, and flanked by riders wielding standards that bear arms from the world over.
Glinting off the musical instruments, the warm rays of the morning sun illuminate and magnify the orchestra as it prepares its serenade, and a flurry of notes fills the air.
Reflected sunbeams glance off the surfaces of silver shields, which direct the light over the entire continent in a dazzling display as a stirring anthem rises from the mountains.
The shimmering light travels to the beat of the music, addressing every city, town, and terrain in sight, while the riders direct their steeds to march around the musicians.
As the serenade peaks at calculated intervals, the polished shields shift, directing a glowing aura to illuminate each city, one by one. Mhaldor's isle is set afire by the red tinge of its fog, while Ashtan's waterways brighten the effulgence even more, and Hashan is awash in blue as light pierces the fog.
In Eleusis, the gleaming lights dance among the enshrouding leaves of the Ithmia in a dazzling display; over Targossas the reflected morning rays bathe the city in a warm glow as the sun reaches higher into the sky.
Having acknowledged every corner of the continent, the orchestra suddenly brings its lilting serenade to a resounding crescendo that echoes from the mountains, punctuated by shields slamming the ground and each other, while the riders' mounts rear onto hind legs.
Following the display, a rush of gratitude spreads over the world, followed by a tranquil quietude as the entire city uses this morning to salute the world with a humble bow.
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This was intended to be a thank you to those who had offered their assistance to the Cyrenian Devotionists who were changing class and a mass-thank you to the supporters. It's our gratitude that you're feeling, oh people who didn't like feeling thankful. Also a major shout out to the person who did the writing and the people who helped them. If you want to say who you are feel free, but if not, you can just be thanked here by me. Another shout out to the Patron for making sure the world heard our thank you.
Greetings,
Come to the Mausoleum of Ekary Lucoster. Quickly. I don't know all the
details, I was just paid to send out these letters to you. All I can say
is that there's treasure involved. My job is done, the rest is up to
you.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Arrr! If you're reading this then I be sleeping with the fishes, but
I'll be damned if that fool Kinilan will get me treasure. I've buried it
somewhere long-hidden, but it won't be long before he gets wind of this,
so be quick about it. Just so me treasure doesn't fall into the wrong
hands, here's a little riddle for ye. Now go find my treasure you
scallywag!
Begrudgingly dead,
Pirate Cap'n Bronzebeard
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Yer a smart one, I'll give ye that. Ye be one step closer. Now hurry up
and stop wasting precious time.
Still dead,
Pirate Cap'n Bronzebeard
I await you down below,
From whence the legions came,
The passage to the Underrealm,
And 'Keep' be in my name.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
So ye figured this one out too, eh? Sharp as a scimitar, ye are. Time to
quit playing around though, and find me bloody treasure! Go on. I'm only
dead, ye know. It's not as if there be any pressure.
Still waiting,
Pirate Cap'n Bronzebeard
The last location waits for you,
Below the lights of the Crown,
Tasur'ke is too far north,
I'm deep within the ground.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Here it is. Ye found it. Tada. Now hurry up and dig before Kinilan gets
here. And if ye be that bastard Kinilan, ye will rot before you ever see
the treasure! I swear it!
Still not alive, still dead, still waiting,
Pirate Cap'n Bronzebeard
@Kellonius got there first and found a basket of panties, I believe. Well played, mysterious ghost-writer for Cap'n Bronzebeard.
You break open the sealed document, destroying the seal in the process.
You see that the letter contains a woven basket and an elegant white letter.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Hi Dad,
Apparently this is the 'legendary' treasure of Cap'n Bronze Beard
--S
Although the outer seal is broken, the signature seal remains.
It is sealed with the arms of Skye, but the seal has been opened.
This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder,
with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
It is sealed with the arms of Skye, but the seal has been opened.
It has 10 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
An elegant white letter is holding:
"basket336898" a woven basket
Thin strips of young white oak are bent and woven around each other in a
symmetrical pattern, forming a square basket. The bottom is reinforced with a
thin, flat piece of oak and lined with a white linen cloth, perfect for holding
anything from fresh blueberry pie to a bouquet of fresh flowers. A white satin
ribbon with the words "Silver Threads of Eleusis" printed upon it is tied to the
curved handle.
It has 25 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Aemilie, the Eleusian weaver (a denizen).
A woven basket is holding:
"panties256926" a pair of silk panties
"g-string258876" a tigerskin g-string
"g-string345471" a tigerskin g-string
"g-string345485" a tigerskin g-string
"panties345963" a pair of silk panties
THE TREASURE IS MINE NOW YOU DROWNED SALT SUCKING SACK OF SEAWEED!
In the land of madness,
Where Runaway Rivers flow,
You'll find me at the highest point,
Looking down through the branches below.
(Eleusis): Hyano says, "What the blazes happened to everything I once knew? Where is the Druid House and Oakstone? I woud appreciate enlightenment if anyone could spare a moment."
Edit: I kind of look like I'm pointing at myself. Still. That bitch too.
You'd have to do it quite a bit to kill somebody, since it seems to work out about even with sip/time.
Apparently my golem now sports a T-Ruth for extra powah
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."