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The Mirror of Galora

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Terrible news sweeps the country as news of one of its many historically rich colleges burns to the ground overnight. News on spontaneous fires have been spreading across the lands. Villages, farms, and now even schools have been lost to this mysterious event.

At the school, only burning rubbles remains, and a singular tower that once branched off from the library. Survivors and wanderers camp by the ruins, the heat still emanating from the charred stone. As more seem to gather to pay witness to the fall of the school, strangers begin to camp with strangers, consoling each other and telling stories.

Soon, you find each of yourselves sitting around a large campfire, further from the ruins. Amongst yourselves, you talk of your reasons of visiting the school and after some time, agree to travel together to the nearby city of Druumskagr.

As you near the Cyrelian Falls Bridge, you see two hooded figures step out from the brush, cutting the party off.

WikkitJikkit WikkitJikkit What do you do?
 
Black was primarily a thought one would acquire looking at him; since his clothing, feathers, scales, beak and talons all were incredibly dark and void of color. Almost, if he ever walked under a shade he’d vanish from the face of the earth. He wore a kind of wrap around the torso, allowing his black wings to be free against his back. There were some items in that wrap, slightly hidden in spots that he could get to if needed; two daggers, two short swords, thieves tools, a very old piccolo and a very damaged trinket shaped like a tiger lily. His face was black, for now, with large black, empty lenses, looking out into the world. It was near impossible to tell what he was looking at, but something knew if he was, they would just feel it.


The black owlin stretched and casually turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees to look backwards for a moment. He wasn’t completely certain who he was looking at, so he simple blinked slowly then returned his cranium back forward, coming to a stop. ' and you might be…?' Came a tired voice, pointed towards the two cloaked figures.
 
"You don't know us, you have no need to. Take this," One says, stepping forward with a bag. He says nothing, but lays it on the ground a few feet in front of you. Before you can ask another question he and his partner cast a spell, disappearing.

WikkitJikkit WikkitJikkit do you take the bag?
 
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"Hmmmmmm...... righttttttt"

Feeling skeptical, though knowing that caution wasn't something he practiced these days, Xack moved over and crouched down before the bag. Seemingly to hesitate for a breath, he finally reaches one talon out, slowly grabbing the bag up from where it was laid.
 
Within this bag you find a pair of glasses, a folded piece of paper, and a large glass ball. You put these things in their bag and store them away, continuing on your journey, you may choose to examine these items. You find yourselves nearing the end of the bridge, a large wall towers ahead of you, red and grey flags hanging by the gates.

Druumskagr is a Dwarven city, deep beneath the lowest region of the Cyrelian mountains. It's entrance is the finest of Dwarven masonry with golden inlay. Large brass doors open to reveal a large platform with a cog and lever in the back. A stout golden haired dwarf ushers you in and steps to the lever, "Upper city or lower city?"

Anyone can answer here.
 
The taller grey cloaked, hooded, and chain armored form of Vael of Esuvii stepped up leading her equally armored alabaster warhorse. Golden eyes gazed up and down at the entrance to the city and then down on the Dwarven porter. Two curving horns peeked out of holes cut on either side of the grey hood, a braid of dark green hair hung out over one shoulder from the hood. Golden freckles over tan skin reflected the light of the area, the light revealing the angular, high cheek-boned face of an elf, an Eladrin Elf. She smiled down on the dwarf, her voice was a beautiful alto.

"Master Dwarf, could you recommend to us which part of the city would provide us a good place for us to stay the night, preferably one that has a stable and a good hot meal?" She pulled out a silver piece to tip the dwarf for his services.
 
"Upper city will get you a warm bed and food," The man said, watching for each person to get on, "Aye, do you need a stable for thet 'un?" He gestured to the centuar, "Some of them prefer it. Say it's quieter than the rest of the city."

The man ushered the last of the group onto the platform before pushing the lever back, "The stables are nice if ets what ye prefer."
 
Vael nodded, looking back to make sure the rest of the party got on the elevator safely, glancing at each one with a nod.

"Please take us to the Upper City then, Master Dwarf. Our centaur friend can choose for himself whatever accommodations he should desire."
 
"The stables are quieter? that's better." a small voice piped up from beside the owlin, a short green-hooded mouse folk making Hirself known. Gilly's eyes were darting too and fro at hir fellow elevator companions, hir paws in her pockets. the straw of a stable made for great nesting material. but then again, the smell was certainly strong, especially for hir nose. The weeks of travel had introduced hir to so many new smells, it was often overwhelming. at least hir hood still smelt like home. absentmindedly, the mouse fidgeted with the bits of string at the fraying edges of the ties on hir hood, a few black and white strands of fur poking out from underneath, rustled from travel. Ir would be infront of a mirror or a puddle to groom soon enough, hir mind focused mainly on hir very intresting traveling companions, most unknown to hir save for the owlin, of all people.
 
"Aye, the stables are quieter. Most of our goods are made by the machines some of our more refined artificers are capable of, but it's quite unfortunately a persistent... noise," He said, the cog in the back beginning to rotate and lift them all up, "The stables are close to the elevator. You only hear the noise every so often. A lot easier to sleep through. I admit, I myself have slept in the stables a time or two."

"The upper city is where most of the shops are. The mines and lower classes are in the lower city. Not much to see there. In the upper city there are natural light tunnels from cracks in the mountain for our farms, Taverns and Inns alike. Rather busy for my liking really."
 
Echo walked alongside the assorted group of misfits he found himself traveling with. The Iron Giant clinked and creaked softly as he kept his eye out along the road, ready for an ambush or horrible monster to come springing out. All seemed clear but he couldn't be too careful. Echo swiveled the helmet of his suit to look at his travel companions with an expressionless gaze. Vael guiding her massive warhorse carefully around the other travelers and Xack...Where was Xack?

Echo paused and scanned the crowd. There! Xack was standing from a crouch with a bag in his hand. Two cloaked figures were retreating quickly and Echo considered chasing after them. He shook his head and decided against it. He needed to protect the caravan.

Once the group entered the city and was greeted by a blonde dwarf. Echo was not paying attention to what he said about the different levels of the city. Instead, he was gazing around at the amazing constructions and busy walkways of the dwarven city. Echo had always heard stories of the artificers of Druumskagr but seeing them in person was nothing less than inspiring. He could spot five new uses of ascension screws alone!
While Vael took the lead and secured us a decent place to stay the night, Echo stepped up to Xack in the elevator, "Hey. What did you find back there?" he asked, his voice slightly recessed and tinny inside the helmet, "You know you shouldn't take gifts from strangers. He elbowed Xack playfully in the ribs. The owlin has gotten into a few scraps from getting dollar signs in his eyes but it was nothing they couldn't handle. As the elevator jolted to life with a series of loud clunks as the platform began to ascend.

When a small voice piped up, Echo leaned forward to look around Xack. The creature he saw was not what he expected. While they traveled, Echo assumed the small humanoid was one of the Material plane races like a halfling or goblin. He did not expect a mousefolk. Now that he was paying attention, a majority of the group standing on the moving platform seemed to be some flavor of fay. Echo wondered if that was another coincidence or if this was a sign of something greater, "Well" Echo spoke up, "If some of you are going to the stables for the night, could I at least interest you in a drink? My treat." He was speaking to the mousefolk but the offer was directed to everyone in the elevator.
 
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He had to admit, though, never in person, that having a Vael was nice. Never one of those paladin things- always uppity, always full of law and rules and just boring honestly. No, Vael did their part wonderfully as a spear point. A exellent companion for a shiv in the dark like Xack.

About to say something that would have totally added to the conversation in a positive way- he halted as something spoke. Rather... squeeked?
Down, beside him. Those obsidian lenses grew wider somehow, as his head snapped to face the sources sound. There was less then a quarter moment were it appeared that Xack was more Owl then -lin as he stared. Then blinked away all that predator nonsense and crossed his black feathered arms, shifting his wings and leaning away from the small rodent figure. The Owlin appeared miffed for whatever reason the weirdo had to be, but before voicing said miffed reason, was nudged in the torso by a large piece of living iron.

No, no that isn't right, it was infact Echo, in that amazing armor. It was more like it's own entity, the way it looked and moved and... functioned.
Xack feigned pain, holding the wounded area and wincing ever so much. " Strangers always have the best stuff tho" a fake huff came and turned into a chuckle, as the walking talking shadow glanced at.... what appeared to be a caster of some kind from someplace he couldn't place and- a bloody centaur? But h-

Hearing the open invitation to the tavern, the rogue turned eyes front, accepting that any 'getting to knows' would work best there.
 
“Stables fine better than tryin’ ya fit in a two legger room.” Buhak had that distinct southeastern drawl to his voice that made him sound a bit lazy and to some dim witted. But he’s grown up on the verdant but dangerous hills of the southeast. So he had wits to spare. Buhak, Dressed in earthy tones of a green shirt , brown hat and bronze scale armor. His dreaded hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. His horse had dusky dark coat. And within hands reach was a cross bow, a quiver of bolts and dagger. A spear lay across his back while his other effects lay in saddle bags at his side.
 
Vael glanced around the elevator so surprised at this odd assortment of travellers that had seemed to gravitate and form in their long journey. Having such companions filled Vael with such joy, bringing forth their spring aspect despite their potentially vengeful and grave purpose.

The Eladrin Fey Knight had wandered for so many years alone in the fey wild which had put them deep into their solemn winter aspect only to find hope and joy again when they met the intelligent fairy in armor Echo...and then the clever owlin Xack. Then the others seemed to come almost randomly in their journey. The intelligent and mysterious human Zeryn. The large and interesting centuar ranger Buhak. The small, charismatic, and knowledgeable mousling bard Gilly who could make them laugh so easily, of which talent Vael in their current aspect regards as such a powerful blessing.

Vael was still trying to get to know them all. Vael knew Echo and Xack the most, the others they were still learning of and that was part of the fun to Vael.

Vael was to the rear of the party when they came upon the two strangers which left a package for Xack and disappeared before they could get to them to speak to them. Vael was patient and figured they would discuss the transaction and package when they found a warm and safe place with a meal in this noisy, yet interesting city of Dwarves.

As the elevator rose, the elven knight looked towards their horse Asta, who was naturally uneasy on the elevator. The Destrier seemed to huff a bit, giving a begrudging stomp at their strange situation. Vael gave a caring, loving look at the horse, her long time companion whom she raised and trained, finding him in the feywild a few years before she crossed the veil over to this world.

She spoke comfortingly in Sylvan to him, patting the large white armored horse on the nose. (Sylvan)"<Easy Asta, do not worry, once we get to the stable I will give you a good washing and combing, and some good food>"
 
Soon, the steady clunking of the turning cogs stop as you're lifted to another set of brass doors. The dwarf pushed a hidden button on the level, allowing the doors to open for the passengers, "The stables are on the left. There's an Inn nearby too. Not too close to all the noise. Enjoy yer stay in Druumskagr."
 
As you leave the lift, a vast city is visible off a cliff. To the right a rocky but broad path leads to the lowest part of the upper city, a small shopping plaza with many Dwarven homes and shops. To the left a rather spacious and vacant stables with a decent pasture. In the distance behind the stables sits the Inn. It is large enough to shelter caravans of people if needed, though it is apparent by its appearance that it doesnt get much attention.

The city is both below, and above your level. The city's palace lays barely visible past the cave ceilings and shelves that house the rest of the city. It is bright and warm, lava and water flowing and being collected from different shelves power many of the machines found across the city as well as keeps the city warm from the mountains natural chill.

You can see many people wandering about the city and its many layers. The only thing you can hear from hear is a low hum that vibrates your feet and the snorting and occasionally neighing of horses inside the stables.

You may each decide what to do, whether you separately shop or as a party wander around. You may or may not find side quests, missions, secrets, or loot within this city.
 
Upon departing the elevator, Vael turns to the party. The Eladrin was very careful about making sure they addressed everyone and that everyone was listening.

"We have arrived. I am going to go and stable Asta here and make sure that the stable is safe there. I am considering getting a room at the inn, but if anything I plan on sitting down for a hot meal, a bath would be fantastic but I am not certain of the available amenities here. I will be at the stables until I am satisified that Asta is comfortable and safe and fed, I will then go to the Inn. What you wish to do is up to you. I would encourage sticking together if possible or at least pairing up since we are in a new place. We can use the inn as our meeting point, shall we plan for a a drink and a meal to discuss our next steps in two hours or so?"
 
A low hoot, the owlin version of a impressed whistle, sounded from the black creature as he looked over all there was in this city. He took in the sights from the cliff they stood at, slowly nodding as if in silent agreement that this was a beautiful sight. Rather, nodding to words, words said by the Paladin?

Xack eyed Vael in a quiet way, repeating in his head the words as they were spoken. Those words made a lot of sense, which was something the horse rider was full of. It was annoying but nice to have around. Xack looked out over the city again. It felt like he was constantly reassuring himself about the company he'd been keeping. They held up their ends, every time in fact, and where genuinely good, both in character and to be around. It was just. . .
" I agree with everything that's been said. It's definitely smart to stay together."
Almost in unison with those words , the black owlin stepped off the cliff, falling a moment before his large black wings opened up and flapped powerfuly, allowing him to climb back up to the side of the cliff to face the others. " I'll be at the Inn waiting on that first round Echo mentioned " Clicking his tongue, the flyer saluted and soared away, off to wards where the Inn was located.
 
Echo stepped off the elevator, noticing the coin Vael slipped to the elevator operator. It was nice to have someone around that remembers to cultivate good favor with the people they come across in their travels. The layer of separation Echo has with the rest of the world will often make him forget his manners.
As the city sprawled before him, Echo was awestruck. The Iron Giant's visor swung upwards, flooding the interior chamber with natural light. Echo, the real Echo, blinked against the glare. He had always heard amazing things about the technology of the dwarves but seeing it first hand is another story. Excitement swelled in his chest at the thought of exploring the city in depth. He was unsure of what his companions had planned for the rest of the day but Echo had already promised treats to the small group they had been traveling with and would be heading to the inn to facilitate that. Echo had a good time with this assorted group but he had a feeling that tonight was the last night they would all be together. Groups like this usually disintegrated once they reached a population center.

Echo turned the head of the suit to look across the pasture that separated them from the inn they would be staying at. Echo flipped the visor back down and stood back on the mirror image platform that he uses to control his suit of armor. The Iron Giant swiveled around to face the others when Vael spoke up. Of course she would be taking Asta to the stables to make her comfortable before Vael settled in for the night. Echo knew she would catch up when she was done.

With a whoosh, Xack was off. Flying across the field and making sure he reminded everyone that Echo was buying the first round. As he flew ahead, Echo turned up his vocalizer to simulate a shout "Showoff!" he yelled after the owlin. He felt a twinge of jealously watching Xack fly gracefully across the field. His own wings fluttered restlessly. He couldn't recall the last time he flew and made a note to stretch his wings later. Maybe Xack would be willing to join to avoid going off on his own like Vael suggested.

Echo gave the group one last nod and started across the field to the Inn. (Silver,Could I look for two fist sized stones nearby?)
 
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