"Fishing" for answers ...

[Lorsalian]

ooc: as you may have guessed from the title, this filtered log has to do with the 'Anarii and Lorsalian go fishing' plotline, as well as "Lorsalian patiently asked some questions"



The Summit of Thunderhead Peak
Exits: -D
An ancient looking man sits here cross legged, seemingly unaffected by the cold.

You say 'Do you know the names of the pair who recently confronted
Anarii and I on the docks of Waterdeep?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'What are they?'

The wise man whispers 'Tamyn. Roanadun'

This must be the worst blizzard ever.

You say 'They mentioned that they served the forces opposing the Vile One -- I can never pronounce it correctly.'

You say 'Were they telling the truth?'

The wise man nods.
The snow is coming down faster now.

You say 'Does Tsachkar know that they serve her?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.
The snow is coming down faster now.

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.
The snow is coming down faster now.

You say 'Are the actions aboard the Realm's Master known by Tsakchanar?'

The snow is coming down faster now.
The wise man nods.

You say 'Are the actions aboard the Realm's Master sanctioned by Tsakchanar?'

You say 'Does she approve?'

The wise man nods.
The snow is coming down faster now.

You say 'Anarii spoke of one he met aboard the Halruuan airship. Did he mention anything about slavery in connection with the Realm's Master?'

The snow is coming down faster now.
The wise man nods.

You say 'Did he claim that such took place on the Realm's Master?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.
This must be the worst blizzard ever.

You say 'Did he claim that slaves were transported?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.
say Did he claim that slavers were transported?

You say 'Did he claim that slavers were transported?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.
say What was his claim?

You say 'What was his claim?'

The wise man whispers 'He claimed that the Realms Master moves suspiciously slowly.'

You say 'and the claims of slavery was merely something to catch Anarii's attention?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'He truly believes that?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Yet it is incorrect.'

You say 'Yet such a claim is incorrect?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Are you able to see what does take place that causes the slow movement?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

Lorsalian nods, sighing and shaking his head.

You say 'I thought would be the case.'

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

You say 'Do Taman and her elven friend serve the Harpers?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Do the harpers acknowledge their service?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Does the one about the Halruuan Airship wish to return to Harper service?'

The wise man nods.

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

You sit down.

Lorsalian leans down, attempting to wring consistancy from what he has been told.

You say 'Was the word 'slavery' mentioned by him to Anarii?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Does he know what transpires to make the Realm's Master move slowly?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Does Tsakchanar know?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Are there hidden rooms aboard the Realm's Master?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'The events transpire there?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Do the passengers or cargo involved rest there?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Is it cargo?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Are the passengers allied with the Harpers and Tsakchanar?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Both know of the alliance?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'All three, actually.'

The wise man nods.

You say 'What was the name of the airship passenger again?'

The snow has let up a little.

The wise man whispers 'Nerryth'

You say 'So Nerryth's misgivings are merely the result of his being away from the Harpers for so long?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Do Taman and the other wish for Nerryth to return to the Harpers?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Would the happenings be considered distasteful by any who oppose the Vile One?'

The wise man whispers 'Your question is too unfocused.'

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

Lorsalian considers his words.

You say 'So ...'

You say 'Able you able to know who or what the passengers are?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Who are they?'

The wise man whispers 'King Bruenor Battlehammer. Lord Erlan Duirsar. Lord Piergeiron. Duke Eltan. Ambassadors serving them.'

You say 'A gathering related to the message carried to Bruenor all those months ago?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Would Nerryth approve of this meeting if he knew all the details?'

The wise man whispers 'The candle cannote illumine the future'

You say 'or is this too unfocused.'

You nod.

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

You say 'Did the supplies truly go to the forces represented by those meeting in that secret room?'

You say 'The supplies raided from the Tvorlite caraven recently.'

The wise man nods.

You say 'That is reassuring .. I had feared the distrust betwwen Piergeiron and the mage ...'

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

You say 'Do any who serve the Tvorlites know of the meeting?'

You say 'or who serve the same master?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Are these meetings ongoing?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'So the Tvorlites have plans to disrupt them?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'They fear a protection aboard the ship?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'They don't consider the meetings a threat enough?'

A lightly falling snow is being driven by a strong wind.
The wise man nods.

Lorsalian muses, "Hopefully they are mistaken."

You clamber to your feet.

You tap your foot impatiently.

You detach from reality for a moment, pondering.

You sit down.

You say 'Do the Lords plan to merely repel assaults on this plane?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Is Nerryth currently allied with the Harpers?'


You say 'Is he serving to confound the plans of the Harpers?'

You say 'Is he an unwilling servant?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Who does he serve?'

The wise man whispers 'Himself'

You say 'He unwillingly serves himself?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

scratch

You scratch an itch. Hmmm.

You slap yourself, silly you.

You sigh loudly.

You say 'Does he know he seeks to confound the plans of the Harpers?'

The wise man shakes his head negatively.

You say 'Does the candle illuminate the plans the Tvorlites have for the captured shambling mounds?'

You nod.

You say 'Does the Candle provide for all your needs?'

The wise man nods.

You say 'Then I bid you and He my thanks for illuminating my way this day.'

You clamber to your feet.

You bow deeply before him in a gesture of recognition.


Lost in the Clouds
Exits: -N -W -U
< 551h/551H 206p/206P 131v/135V >
< P: std >
Eilistraee enters from above.
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The rain is falling less heavily now.
Lost in the Clouds
Exits: -N -W -U
Eilistraee The Dark Maiden, Lady of the Dance (RP) stands here.
< 551h/551H 206p/206P 132v/135V >
< P: std >
Eilistraee grins wickedly.
Auril enters from above.

You say 'Good a way as any to end it :p'

Eilistraee murmurs quietly 'It works.'
A frosty voice hisses, ' You learned many things, very few of which those which you'd anticipated'

You say 'Ok, Okay .. so I didn't have JUST one question.'

The sun vanishes below the western horizon.

Eilistraee murmurs quietly 'few people do when they talk with the sage'

Eilistraee murmurs quietly 'largely because he generally doesn't try to anticipate what you mean'

You say 'Hence all the questions I asked that I knew the answers to :p'
A frosty voice hisses, ' He will answer what was asked.'

You say 'oddly enough, I caught _myself_ on my own logic *slap self*'
Eilistraee chuckles politely.
Auril beams a wide smile at you.
A frosty voice hisses, ' It often enough happens that way. :)'
Eilistraee murmurs quietly 'I'm sorry Anarii wasn't able to assist you. If he wishes to speak with the sage, another time can be arranged.'
Auril agrees with Eilistraee.

You say 'I WAS wondering what ever happened with that meeting, tho.'

You say 'the message, rather.'

A frosty voice hisses, ' Which message?'

You say 'The one delivered to MS to the dwarven king with I, Mori, Cirath, and a few others ... about a month pre-Trobby'

Auril nods.
Eilistraee nods.

You say 'oddly enough, where I got into it ... '

Eilistraee murmurs quietly 'We generally don't discard our plot devices'
A frosty voice hisses, ' That was so long ago...'
Eilistraee nods at you.

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