Yuku free message boards

The servant bows his head, speaking to Valarion's shoes. "Yes, red wizard...I shall summon him immediately." Without a chance for further comment, the young man takes off at a run.

A quick glance about reveals that nobody seems to be paying any heed...in fact, anyone who "belongs" at the Embassy seems to avoid looking in the direction of that cage.

However, it isn't long at all before the servant comes puffing back, winded. Coming to stand before Valarion once more, he looks down at Valarion's shoes and again speaks, "I have found him, red wizard. He shall be here presently."


Meanwhile, in the curtain-shrouded diviner's chamber, Qayan and Khasar are greeted once more by the sibalant speech of the red wizard seer. "What hass brought you here thiss day?"

"He is being punished, red wizard. The Khazark announced that he had been captured, and was being punished for his misdeeds. I do not know for what he is being punished, though. Only that none have claimed responsibility for him."

(Qayan and Valarion)
As you place the various illithid artifacts upon the table, the diviner's excitement dims somewhat. It's apparent that he was hoping for something else, but he still seems to have some interest.

"Ah...yess. I know theesse thingss. Interessting...whither didsst thou come by them? No...it doess not matter, and I can ssee your reluctansse."

One by one, he points them out. "Thiss iss a bonethrawn. Illthid mussical insstrument...ssome ssay an insstrument of torture ass well, jusst lisstening to it."

"Thiss iss a Quallissh pen, and flesshblisster passte. Illithid do not usse a written sscript of their own, but rather a sscript that can be sseen with the tipss of tentacless. Thiss causses a raissed ssurface that can be eassilly read"

"Thiss? A tentacle extenssor. Flexible, hollow, it iss eassy for them to usse the bladess to open the sskull, eassier for them to consume the brainss of their victimss. Magical, no lessss...ass one of uss would enchant a ssword or a pair of gauntletss."

"Thesse hidess...they are a journal in Quallissh. Alass...I cannot read them without the art, and that I have not prepared for thiss day, unlesss it iss worth enough to thee to pay an extra fee?"

(Valarion)

Ticking off the items on his hand, the robed man goes through a list. "One, what are your present and near future plans? Here, I have the security of the Enclave, and all the resources I require for my studies...though I lack the standing of a claimed apprentice. Two, where would I stand amongst your apprentices, and what would be your expectations? Three, how strong are you in my own art of preference...that of Conjuration? Can you aid in my completing my studies? Fourth..." and with this, he pauses, then continues, "I nearly stand ready to present the Three. Are you able and willing to raise a new Red Wizard, by the laws and customs of Thay? And what would be my role upon such elevation?"

(Khasar and Qayan)
The diviner considers. "Barter iss unlikely, but yess...I have ssome idea of the worth of theesse thingss, and would be willing to pay you for them ass well."

He considers for a moment. "Thirteen hundred gold, in Enclave credit?"