Archon Basileus
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GARMMÖRK
“To put simply…” – his eyes roll back and forth between beast and girl – “…we’ve been persecuted by a group of dubious intentions, and we are inclined to believe that your lawgiver is a probationary member of their coterie. You can ratify my words by running through his personal belongings. Servants speak of nefarious experiments down below his cellars, now adapted into prisons.” – he studies Garmmörk with a cautious posture. “The nature of such experiments we cannot fathom” – his manners are controlled and distant, giving the impression of a powerful and influential presence.
“I have heard he’s been intent on acquiring onyx stones, as well as dead men’s preserved parts – fingers, ashes, and so on. Some even say his hirelings would pay handsomely to fetch bodies -fresh or otherwise – but we found no proof of such activities.” – he still studies Garmmörk, keeping the beast at a safe distance. Garmmörk’s head still pounds, echoing concerns and restlessness.
“I know not what this suggests… My background allows me knowledge, but the darker varieties of wisdom still elude me.” – he goes towards a cabinet, retrieving a small flask. He then leaves it over a table, always keeping a distance and glancing at Garmmörk. He leaves the small container, offering it to the beast with a gesture and taking several steps back.
“Here. This might aid you. It is a healing concoction. Effects are slower than those a warlock could obtain with magic and runic mysteries, but still… Go on, take it.” – he falls silent, studying the creature’s reactions.
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION]
The healer must have been prepared by the girl for he barely flinched when he saw the shaggy head.
“To put simply…” – his eyes roll back and forth between beast and girl – “…we’ve been persecuted by a group of dubious intentions, and we are inclined to believe that your lawgiver is a probationary member of their coterie. You can ratify my words by running through his personal belongings. Servants speak of nefarious experiments down below his cellars, now adapted into prisons.” – he studies Garmmörk with a cautious posture. “The nature of such experiments we cannot fathom” – his manners are controlled and distant, giving the impression of a powerful and influential presence.
“I have heard he’s been intent on acquiring onyx stones, as well as dead men’s preserved parts – fingers, ashes, and so on. Some even say his hirelings would pay handsomely to fetch bodies -fresh or otherwise – but we found no proof of such activities.” – he still studies Garmmörk, keeping the beast at a safe distance. Garmmörk’s head still pounds, echoing concerns and restlessness.
“I know not what this suggests… My background allows me knowledge, but the darker varieties of wisdom still elude me.” – he goes towards a cabinet, retrieving a small flask. He then leaves it over a table, always keeping a distance and glancing at Garmmörk. He leaves the small container, offering it to the beast with a gesture and taking several steps back.
“Here. This might aid you. It is a healing concoction. Effects are slower than those a warlock could obtain with magic and runic mysteries, but still… Go on, take it.” – he falls silent, studying the creature’s reactions.
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION]