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[Story] Dalaen narrates a Flashback.

This is taken from a log. One of my characters uses the Lucid Dream artifact to show someone a flashback of his life, who he is, and why he lives where he lives. 

Contains guest cameos of a bunch of other characters, including Zan’s dead elder brother.

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Excuses!

The Book of Bickering

A leatherbound tome lies open on the wooden table in the makeshift office of Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze. To the book’s left rests a bowl of mixed nuts, to the right, a quill and ink. 

Scribbled on the top of a page is a note. 

Brightblaze, you sly dog. When’s the date?

[dalaen]

Gee, I don't know Brightblaze. Oh yes, I remember. I was busy killing a swarm of FLESH EATING SCARABS with fire.

And where were you?

The Book of Bickering

A leatherbound tome lies open on the wooden table in the makeshift office of Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze. To the book’s left rests a bowl of mixed nuts, to the right, a quill and ink. 

Scribbled on the top of a page is a note. 

Brightblaze, you sly dog. When’s the date?

[dalaen]

And she got injured because you failed to protect her.

The Book of Bickering

A leatherbound tome lies open on the wooden table in the makeshift office of Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze. To the book’s left rests a bowl of mixed nuts, to the right, a quill and ink. 

Scribbled on the top of a page is a note. 

Brightblaze, you sly dog. When’s the date?

[dalaen]

Don't be coy, Brightblaze. I saw you and that girl.

The Book of Bickering

A leatherbound tome lies open on the wooden table in the makeshift office of Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze. To the book’s left rests a bowl of mixed nuts, to the right, a quill and ink. 

Scribbled on the top of a page is a note. 

Brightblaze, you sly dog. When’s the date?

[dalaen]

The Book of Bickering

A leatherbound tome lies open on the wooden table in the makeshift office of Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze. To the book's left rests a bowl of mixed nuts, to the right, a quill and ink. 

Scribbled on the top of a page is a note. 

Brightblaze, you sly dog. When's the date?

[dalaen]

The Stormreaver Orb

Reliquary Log, #137275: The Stormweaver Orb

Was approached by a funny fellow of the goblin sort regarding assistance for a site out in the Blasted Lands... or was it Burning Steppes? I don't remember, I wasn't paying that much attention on the bat ride.

The goblin inquired some about the natures of my skills and I sheepishly disclosed that I occasionally dabble in shadow. He said something about how it's good to have another brother around. 

Myself and the very nice cataloguer had agreed to go, but when the day came she was nowhere to be found. I went alone with the goblin.

I pulled my nasty little imp from the neter to translate the door message. Stupid little bastard has anxiety issues around strangers, afraid everyone will smite him. It's not them he has to worry about. After coaxing he warned that going beyond the door will release hell. I banished him and opened the door.

The goblin said he and his crew couldn't, but I did it just fine. 

Inside we found a hall in pristine shape with a sarcophagus in an alcove. Orcish writing identified it as a member of the Stormreaver Clan.

With my help the goblin was able to get the sarcophagus opened. There was no mummy inside, which was a shame, I was looking forward to punching an animated orc mummy. Instead there was a glowy orb of shadow.

Before we could grab it, dark robed figures appeared to take it from us. All hell broke loose, fire and shadow flying as the Goblin and I tried to hold our ground. He was knocked out and I was injured. 

The two remaining assailants, orcs, told me to surrender. They threatened to kill me AND the defenseless goblin if I did not. I questioned their honor in threatening to kill a helpless target. 

They said, "Honor is for the dead." 

Never trust a warlock, especially not an honorless orc warlock. I yelled an orcish phrase, that I've heard honorable orcs shout, "Victory or Death!" and tried to run one of the orcs through. 

My standard issue staff shattered on a barrier as I ducked behind a pillar. I'm going to have whatever smith made it lose their job, shoddy craftsmanship. I need to get it replaced. 

The orcs threw fel flame at my pillar, preventing me from moving with the threat of burns from the fire billowing beside me. They grabbed the orb and vanished. 

I failed the goblin fellow.

I awoke him with salts. He was oddly not angered. He simply said he'd have to figure out where to go next, that he should have been prepared. 

I explained the orcs being dishonorable. He replied, "Honor is for the dead." It must be something common to non-Sin'dorei warlocks.

The goblin thanked me and actually told me his true name, which I will not disclose in my report, because you, reader, have not yet earned the right.

I have a feeling this isn't the last I'll hear of this Stormreaver Orb.