Post by Leif Tingle on Dec 11, 2018 11:35:37 GMT
One day, unseen before by anyone, a huge figure appeared in Daring’s central square; a towering Goliath covered in script and pictures from a variety of languages and cultures in place of the normal racial, tribal tattoos of his kind.
The giant figure carried no weapons but wore simple robes and a breastplate, with a wooden shield slung over one shoulder. He knelt beside the memorial to the lives lost in the Battle of Daring 18 months or so ago and began to carve in the dirt a glyph he seemed to be copying from markings on his forearm.
The glyph shimmered into life and grew into a soft-glowing nimbus that coalesced into the translucent figure of a tall, well-dressed Elf of high, noble features. The Goliath stepped back as the figure began to speak:
“Ahem, is this thing on? Yes? Good...
Inhabitants and leaders of Daring Heights: greetings. I am Mageister Yndoumil Atalantier, representative of the High Council of The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors in Waterdeep.
First, on behalf of that august body and city, may I offer congratulations on your activities in pushing out the frontiers of civilisation, and building and rebuilding this.....” The figure appears to glance around, seeming to look beyond the immediate vicinity “quaint town in the face of numerous adversities. Indeed, word of your achievements has spread across Faerûn, and several of our citizens have made the journey here and started new, prosperous lives. Well done, all round. Well done, indeed.
However, it is on these adversities that I’ve been authorised to address you today. As I’m sure you’ll know, part of the remit of The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors is to monitor any sizeable interplanar and magical surges throughout this Material Plane of ours. Monitor and....contain....these occurrences where necessary. And, my, my, my, haven’t there been quite a few of those over the recent years: Twilight fiends, Yuan-ti cults, Daemons, Xvart gods and instruments of incredible power, portals popping up all over the place, and not to mention this recent business with the hags and the increased presence of the Feywild overlapping with this site.....
Now,” and here the figure gives an avuncular little chuckle, “you’re not in any trouble yet - we won’t be sending anyone from the High Council to provide....assistance... but we would hate for you to think you’re facing these threats and building a bold new frontier all on your own at here. So, we’ve dispatched one of our lesser Arcane Auditors to take stock of the situation and see what help they - or we - can offer. Just think of them as an ombudsman, checking that all the paperwork is in order and that no pesky portals to Phlegethos have been left open anywhere. They’ll be here in due course to make contact with your town council as an official representative from our more established organisation, with all the power and authority that entails. Please do direct any further questions to them; they will be more than happy to help. Have a pleasant day.”
The shimmering figure pauses for a few seconds before opening its mouth again:
“Ahem, is this thing on? Yes? Good...
Inhabitants and leaders of Daring Heights: greetings. I am Mageister Yndoumil Atalantier, representative.....”
The message plays on a loop for the next few hours before the glyph fades. In the meantime, the Goliath has disappeared from view....
The giant figure carried no weapons but wore simple robes and a breastplate, with a wooden shield slung over one shoulder. He knelt beside the memorial to the lives lost in the Battle of Daring 18 months or so ago and began to carve in the dirt a glyph he seemed to be copying from markings on his forearm.
The glyph shimmered into life and grew into a soft-glowing nimbus that coalesced into the translucent figure of a tall, well-dressed Elf of high, noble features. The Goliath stepped back as the figure began to speak:
“Ahem, is this thing on? Yes? Good...
Inhabitants and leaders of Daring Heights: greetings. I am Mageister Yndoumil Atalantier, representative of the High Council of The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors in Waterdeep.
First, on behalf of that august body and city, may I offer congratulations on your activities in pushing out the frontiers of civilisation, and building and rebuilding this.....” The figure appears to glance around, seeming to look beyond the immediate vicinity “quaint town in the face of numerous adversities. Indeed, word of your achievements has spread across Faerûn, and several of our citizens have made the journey here and started new, prosperous lives. Well done, all round. Well done, indeed.
However, it is on these adversities that I’ve been authorised to address you today. As I’m sure you’ll know, part of the remit of The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors is to monitor any sizeable interplanar and magical surges throughout this Material Plane of ours. Monitor and....contain....these occurrences where necessary. And, my, my, my, haven’t there been quite a few of those over the recent years: Twilight fiends, Yuan-ti cults, Daemons, Xvart gods and instruments of incredible power, portals popping up all over the place, and not to mention this recent business with the hags and the increased presence of the Feywild overlapping with this site.....
Now,” and here the figure gives an avuncular little chuckle, “you’re not in any trouble yet - we won’t be sending anyone from the High Council to provide....assistance... but we would hate for you to think you’re facing these threats and building a bold new frontier all on your own at here. So, we’ve dispatched one of our lesser Arcane Auditors to take stock of the situation and see what help they - or we - can offer. Just think of them as an ombudsman, checking that all the paperwork is in order and that no pesky portals to Phlegethos have been left open anywhere. They’ll be here in due course to make contact with your town council as an official representative from our more established organisation, with all the power and authority that entails. Please do direct any further questions to them; they will be more than happy to help. Have a pleasant day.”
The shimmering figure pauses for a few seconds before opening its mouth again:
“Ahem, is this thing on? Yes? Good...
Inhabitants and leaders of Daring Heights: greetings. I am Mageister Yndoumil Atalantier, representative.....”
The message plays on a loop for the next few hours before the glyph fades. In the meantime, the Goliath has disappeared from view....