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Darvi smiles, the purple glow of the phosphorescent fungus that lines the walls of his slimy home gives him comfort. Quietly, he begins talking to himself.

"Are they true? Do you think the rumors are true?"
"I don't know. It's possible, somehow I believe that they are."
"Me too. But...they're so unbelievable."
"I know. But if they are true, we can make so much money, get so much treasure, and bring it back here. To our home."
"Yes...but should we risk leaving? It's risky. Very very risky."
"I don't know. When day breaks, I am going to the surface to see what else I can find out from the local wizards and loremasters. You can come too, if you like."
"No, no. I like it here, I'll hold down the fort. Watch the ooze, make sure no one tries to steal it. Be careful. You know there are people after you."
"I know. The police. Thieves. Everyone wants a piece of me. I've become fairly famous, against my will."
"Well...watch your back up there. I think there's a reward."
Darvi nods to himself, and begins studying his spellbook. He'd already gotten his sleep for the night, and he just waited for morning to come.

The noise from the busy city above can be heard echoing throughout the slimy sewers of Athkatla. Darvi smiles as he listens to the conversations and arguments of merchants, police, and street hustlers. This place is his home.

The halfling begins disguising himself for the day, using his magic hat (surprising what people throw into the sewers) and his magical ability to create the illusion that he is an old halfling. He looks at his reflection in the slimy water, and smiles, satisfied. Slowly and cautiously, he begins climbing up the ladder towards the city. He uses a manhole in an abandoned alley, where no one would be. Hunching his body over and walking slowly, he tries to act as he looks.

He walks to a nearby store that sells magical products. "Hello, son, what have you got for me today? Potions, scrolls, yes yes. But I was wonderin' if you'd been travelin' lately. I'd really be interested in hearin' some rumors of the road, get the news of the day. Got anythin' to tell?"

Darvi looks up at the man curiously, "What, exactly happened, to him?"

You could be a god. What's that man doing? Is he walking up behind you? Watch him...no, no, he's buying food. Be a God...

Darvi tries to think of who exactly Karsus was and what a Mythos is.
(Knowledge Magic or History)

Darvi listens intently, "Interestin'. Where did this all take place?"

Darvi nods absently as the man finishes speaking, I could get it. I am greater than all of the others. Dalelands....it will be a long journey. After he is finished, Darvi hands the man five gold and thanks him for the information. His mind is made up, he wants to find that spell, consequences be damned.

He stares up at the sun for a moment, it's still early. Silently he heads back into the alley he came from and back down into the sewers. He begins talking to himself again.

"Hello? Where are you? Oh, you're sleeping. Wake up wake up! It's getting late. I've heard news, and I'm going to travel to the Dalelands to search for magic." He smiles.
"What? The Dalelands?! Why?"
"There are powerful spells there. Many people are already leaving to find them. But we'll get them before anyone else, we'll be gods!"
"Hm...don't be too hasty in leaving. You don't even know where it is."
"The merchant I spoke to said near Cormyr and the Dalelands, we'll start there. Get things, you'll be coming with me."
"Ok, ok. But we must go up again, to the tavern. We'll hear more news there, and possibly find a group of travelers we can follow."

Darvi nods to himself. He gathers as much gold as he can carry and, still wearing the disguise, travels up to the surface again. He'll go to the nearest tavern and sit at the bar, ordering an ale but not drinking it, and listening to the conversations of those around him."

Darvi looks around and frowns. Could they all be heading the same way I am?

He walks up to the bar, "Bartender, where is everyone?"

Darvi, despite himself, looks amazed, "All of them!? The whole city?"

Darvi glares at the man, and does all he can to resist the urge to melt the bar. Bite your tongue, don't give yourself away. Be smart. He simply nods, puts some gold on the bar, and leaves the tavern.

As he walks out the doors, he looks at the near empty streets. The fact that so many would go without question amazed him. "Now...should I buy a mount?" He thinks hard for a moment, If you buy one, the journey will be much shorter. But it would be harder to hide, and you would be restricted to staying on the roads for most of the way. He frowns, considering. No, it will suit me better to walk.

The halfling heads toward the eastern gate of the city, trying to not be noticed if possible. Assuming he reaches the gate without conflict, he'll leave the city. He'll begin heading east, not walking on the road, but keeping within a stone's throw of it. When possible, he'll stay hidden from others on the road. He still wears his disguise.

Darvi has a map with his travel planned out. He's chosen his temporary destination (temporary only because he has very little useful information) as Arabel, in Cormyr, where he will stop for a few days and get as much news as he can. Should something unusual happen or he gain some new information along the way, however, he will not hesitate to change his destination accordingly.

Traveling East from Athkatla, he'll follow the road, though not traveling on it, through Crimmor and Keczulla. From Keczulla, he's head East Northeast through the Snakewood and Greenfields to Priapurl. This will be his first stop, where he'll attempt to get some news of the happenings.

From Priapurl, he'll go North to Proskur. Once again, he'll stop to try and get news. He'll cross the bridge and follow the road through the Stormhorns. After he's crossed the mountains, he'll follow the road to Arabel, finding a way to cross the river when he reaches it.

The whole way, Darvi will remain in disguise. He doesn't want anyone to know who he is unless he knows them first.

Darvi stops in his tracks, and gets back into character. He looks up at the man through squinted eyes and smiles, "No sir, that's why I'm travellin' off road, you see. As I figure, the thieves and scoundrels be the ones on the road, gonna rob the fools who be going to find the magic, I reckon." He smiles up at the man warmly.

"No sir, Lad, I be visitin' some family in Keczulla. Yep yep, be up there for about a month, I will...good lads, my grandson an' his wife and kids. Dreadful, dreadful kids. Don't know how to mind. Nope, they ignore about everything that is said to them. Don't listen at all. I myself would like to take a cane to their behinds, teach 'em a thing or two." He lets out a laugh, before continuing again. He'll talk more about his family, droning on and on until he is interupted.

Darvi smiles at the man called Krim, in his head he is laughing hysterically. "Thank you so much, Lad, it does my heart good to see such caring and helpful young men out there. I can take the rough rides, Lad, I may be old, but don't count me out yet!" Laughing, he walked up to the horse and (with assistance) climbs up onto it. "Ready when you are, Son."