Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5824038-20150629105947

(Okay. If you want, you can edit your sheet to give him one, but if not that's fine.)

'Hm, really?' the Jarl answered. 'I must have been mistaken. I thought you were the Archmage, Still, shows how little I know about such matters. Ravens, huh? They have been more active than usual lately. This artefact is sought after by many. The rumours of its existence only surfaced a few months ago, and already I alone have seen dozens try to look for it. Maybe it's because most of those old relics were destroyed during the Divine War? Or maybe not. Who can say?

'About three days ago three Dragonguard members passed through here, saying they were waiting for a friend. Would they be your contacts? I don't know what happened to them. Supplies are easy enough to come by, you'll find them in the marketplace. Or at least what's left.

'Luckily for you, I am one of the few people that knows about this relic. My pa studied it when he was still alive, before it became common knowledge, and I can remember a thing or two.'

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The temple doors opened of their own accord. Inside, it was completely silent. The dark shadows swallowed up the corridors, and Roland was engulfed in the suffocating blackness of the temple.

A sense of malevolence hung in the air. Far off, in the back of the temple, a faint light glowed red as blood.