**Near the Geata, one of the handful of watchtowers from the former wall which did not fall into total ruin buzzes with an unusual activity. This is An Draíochta Túr, the Tower of Magic, the spiritual home and largest chapterhouse of the Fraternity of Mages.
Housed within this soaring pinnacle are rooms of every size and shape, magically augmented to be far larger than the confined dimensions of the tower would allow. The lower floors are mostly suites and offices for local guild members and officials, but the upper levels are filled with chambers for magical battle, laboratories for experimentation, vast archives of scrolls and tomes, and a world-renowned collection of priceless art and tapestries. The crowning jewel is the Lord's Keep, housed at the very top of the structure, which gives the viewer a fantastic view not just of the town, but of most locations within Bakara.
On the ground floor is a large reception room, filled with the bustle of Mages whizzing about to their various destinations. Here a bored-looking enchanter named Aethlet stands, reading from a large codex, ready to guide visitors to whatever services they need.**
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Mage- She's not studying here, many of our members choose to supplement their arcane learning with practical applications. I think she took her horse and went to track down a bounty in Epicrin.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris walked over to Aethlet. He showed the man his Peacekeeper Sigil.
Juris - Hello. Would you be able to tell us the name of a Mage if we gave you some information about them? If not, could you direct us to somewhere we could find their name?
Aethlet - "I probably could if they're from around here. Who are you looking for?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris - Well, close to the time before the Greevan War began, there was an altercation at the Whiskey Kiss between a Nadrask man and a Mage. The Mage was almost killed. It was also mentioned that he had his face messed up pretty good by the Nadrask's sword. Does that sound familiar to you?
**Aethlet grimaced, staring down at the papers in front of him and looking a little grim.**
Aethlet - "Yes, I know exactly who you mean. He's upstairs... do you want to see him?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Aethlet - "...in a manner of speaking, yes. You'd best come with me."
**He led the two of them up a couple flights of stairs, pausing before a door of dark, heavy wood.**
Aethlet - "I'd advise you not to mention the mask."
**With that he knocked on the door twice, hard, and headed back down the stairs. After a moment, a voice inside croaked:**
Voice - "Yes?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The room was a normally-appointed Mage's room: a small, comfortable-looking bed, plentiful exotic rugs, walls lined with bookshelves, and in the center, a heavy wooden table covered in alchemy equipment. All that was normal. But the man sitting on the bed was not. For one, he was shirtless. For two, his torso was criss-crossed with hundreds of scars. And for third... he seemed to be wearing the upper half of his own tanned and dried face as a mask.**
Enli - "Enli of Elexia... and you?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris saw the man's face and just sighed and shook his head. His face looked very sad.
Juris - Juris Aiolos of Epicrin. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. Okay Enli, can you tell me what happened the night you were attacked by the Nadrask at the Whiskey Kick?
Enli - "I only remember what I was able to reconstruct with the help of a number of Mind mages, which isn't much, so forgive me... I was at the Kiss, getting a drink, like every other evening... we must have spoken, I angered him somehow, and then he just started throwing everything at me. Knives, glasses, plates... eventually I got up to try to blast him, but he drew this sword of his and cut me up pretty bad. I passed out at some point... at which point he did this."
**He didn't specify what "this" was, but it wasn't hard to guess.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris - He was a mercenary working for the rebels to the current Greevan regime. Maybe we could speak to some of the captured members of their group from the Greevan War. Although it might be hard to get any to give up their allies position.
Housed within this soaring pinnacle are rooms of every size and shape, magically augmented to be far larger than the confined dimensions of the tower would allow. The lower floors are mostly suites and offices for local guild members and officials, but the upper levels are filled with chambers for magical battle, laboratories for experimentation, vast archives of scrolls and tomes, and a world-renowned collection of priceless art and tapestries. The crowning jewel is the Lord's Keep, housed at the very top of the structure, which gives the viewer a fantastic view not just of the town, but of most locations within Bakara.
On the ground floor is a large reception room, filled with the bustle of Mages whizzing about to their various destinations. Here a bored-looking enchanter named Aethlet stands, reading from a large codex, ready to guide visitors to whatever services they need.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Dana- "Hello sir. I'm looking for a taskmage, registered here. A miss LaChance."
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris - Hello. Would you be able to tell us the name of a Mage if we gave you some information about them? If not, could you direct us to somewhere we could find their name?
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Aethlet - "Yes, I know exactly who you mean. He's upstairs... do you want to see him?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
**He led the two of them up a couple flights of stairs, pausing before a door of dark, heavy wood.**
Aethlet - "I'd advise you not to mention the mask."
**With that he knocked on the door twice, hard, and headed back down the stairs. After a moment, a voice inside croaked:**
Voice - "Yes?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Voice - "...yes, I suppose. Come in."
**They could hear the bolt turn.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris - Okay, first thing I need to ask you is your name so that if we need further assistance it will be easier to ask for you.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
The room was a normally-appointed Mage's room: a small, comfortable-looking bed, plentiful exotic rugs, walls lined with bookshelves, and in the center, a heavy wooden table covered in alchemy equipment. All that was normal. But the man sitting on the bed was not. For one, he was shirtless. For two, his torso was criss-crossed with hundreds of scars. And for third... he seemed to be wearing the upper half of his own tanned and dried face as a mask.**
Enli - "Enli of Elexia... and you?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris - Juris Aiolos of Epicrin. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. Okay Enli, can you tell me what happened the night you were attacked by the Nadrask at the Whiskey Kick?
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Enli - "I only remember what I was able to reconstruct with the help of a number of Mind mages, which isn't much, so forgive me... I was at the Kiss, getting a drink, like every other evening... we must have spoken, I angered him somehow, and then he just started throwing everything at me. Knives, glasses, plates... eventually I got up to try to blast him, but he drew this sword of his and cut me up pretty bad. I passed out at some point... at which point he did this."
**He didn't specify what "this" was, but it wasn't hard to guess.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Juris exited the room and turned to Val.
Juris - Well, I think that when we finally find Meri'ghor, we need to get that sword of his out of his hands as fast as possible.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.