Eulric Darkstone is the head of the delvers guild in Khumric and likely equally the most cursed and most revered human in the land. Cursed and marked as a sacrifice for the town to forever prosper he had relics from the three chaotic landmarks melded into his flesh in a ritual to bind him to the land and its people. And up until now it’s worked, that is until the party walk into his office.
So sit down, grab your hooded cloaks and get ready to sneak about in tonight’s adventure!
The Delvers Guild
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Although they had seen many different people from many different backgrounds and species the person in front of them stood out as potentially the most memorable, ever. Large runic scars covered all exposed skin and hinted that they ran deeper than what the loose tunic showed. With a great deal of symmetry the tattoo-like scars ended in key points where a silver, gold or bronze circular relic was embedded into the flesh of the man and had been for some time.
The head of the Delvers guild was Eulric Darkstone, a man who was the last living descendant of the original heroes that defeated the three evils around Khumric. As he listened to reports of the members of the guild submitting their reports the party could feel the magical energies from the relics that were embedded in his flesh activating.
When he spoke there is a faint metallic whine to his voice that unnerved the parties. ‘There is nothing in the crypts with this power, nor at the demongate. The wyrms are large, yes, and we haven’t seen their species for quite some years now but they are not the cause either.’ as he spoke the magic from the runes receded. He had shoulder length silver hair and when he looked to the party he frowned. ‘I did not sense any of you enter this town.’ he murmured as he moved forward. ‘For someone who’s body was sacrificed to ensure the prosperity of this town, imbued with the malevolent energies that make up this land, I can every living thing in these lands. Yet I could not sense you.’ he mused.
While the other members of the guild looked puzzled and some outright concerned he smiled and a faint pulse from somewhere on his back signified the activation of a rune. ‘That’s it. They are concealed. The evil is not in the Windhollow peaks nor the crypts of the Marsh of Despair or even at the Demongate. No, its within Khumric and living amongst us, likely concealed by some ancient power.’ the other members of the guild instantly started scribing on parchment taking down notes as he addressed them and the next move.
As they ran off to deliver the message to the several boards around the town he looked back toward them. ‘If I may be so bold, now that I have said what everyone needed to hear. The source of the trouble will likely be tied to the energies of this place like I am. But like I, it, they, whoever or whatever it is may not be able to sense you. Can I ask you to also investigate, look for oddities in the town. Evil rarely stays dormant for long and you are our best chance of getting out of this without further loss of life.’ the man sat down, still hulking above the desk between them and waited for their response.
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