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The Arcane Order |
| Khalin walks toward Faerie Hall, looking at
the tree that, just yesterday, threw him from its limbs. As he
approaches he notices it's disheveled state. He stares at his resting
spot and notices his favorite perching branch has been broken, and it is
lying on the floor.
What could have done this? He examines the branch, and notices that it is brittle... as if it has been long dead. Impossible... He moves to examine the higher branch further, when something else catches his eye. A piece of cloth? He reaches for the small piece of torn fabric. He notices the pattern, the color — very similar to his own. Sevanna? Suddenly, he becomes worried, and wonders what could have happened here... |
| Thrand stood under the tree frowning down at
the broken limbs and scattered leaves.
"Odd," he muttered as he knelt to check the ground. |
| Khalin shows Thrand the piece of fabric.
"What do you make of it?" He waits for just an instant, and
then prompts the other elf. "It belongs to Sevannah Naurelea -- she
has been by the Arrow of late, and I would be most upset if something
has happened to her..."
His tone changes to one of urgency. "Talanithus has told me that you are a tracker of some repute... Might you help me find my abbil, if for no other reason than to prove my suspicions wrong and find her safe and sound." As he waits for his answer, his mind thinks to the conversation of the night before. She said she had recently returned from the darks lands of our people, and had experienced all the cared to... He remembers the mention of the serpent-whips, and the remorse that she wore on her face. Sevanna, what have you gotten yourself into? |
| "While I'm not a bad tracker, there are
better ones around."
Thrand sucks air through his lips, whistling in an extremely high tone. A few moments later, five wolves wander into the clearing and sit down around the elves. Thrand holds out the cloth for each to smell while whispering to them. They get up and circle the tree, looking for the scent. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead