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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Samshiir: Spoiler 
  Reserved for update from previous sessions played in real-world.
   
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conversations.value: Samshiir: Vessa D'Orien has agreed to teach Po'Jak about the Way of the Khyber Fist. It seems odd that this girl, who is in her mid-twenties at most, even knows about the supposedly extinct demon-worshipping religion. But less than a week ago, she undoubtedly proved that she knows of the way when she conjured a ball of fire and used it in battle against the monstrous dracowolf.
  
  Upon returning to Yrlag, Vessa resupplies herself with new equipment. The House Oriend caravan gives her a new travelling uniform to replace the one that she wore for weeks when she was a hobgoblin prisoner. She also new that Po'Jak planned to head north toward the Demon Wastes, so she prepared for the frigid northern climate by buying a new black cloak. She also purchased a crossbow, ammunition, and a dagger to defend herself with.
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conversations.value: Kul AlDun: Bo'Jak jingled the bag of gold coins in his hand as he strolled through the market place a pace behind Vessa. All his life he had never possessed so much as a single copper to himself. In his hand he held what seemed to him a fortune. As he passed the various vendors in the market place he reflected on this matter. Was this the Khyber way? Power it seemed brought many rewards. Foes were vanquished, wealth was accumulated, and he was respected, nay, feared by others. Yet all this seemed trivial. Truly the Way served a greater purpose than gathering material wealth and victory of enemies, it had to. Never the less he was for the moment solvent and had a journey to prepare for.
  
  Stopping along the various stalls alongside Vessa he purchased a new set of clothes and a decent pair of boots fit for travelling. The rags he had been traveling might have been adequated in the marshy Shadowlands but they would offer no protection in the frigid wastes. He restocked on field rations, purchased a new blanket, rope, and another set of caltrops.
  
  These itmes were quickly stowed in his backpack burying the Book of the Khyber Fist. Throughout all this he watched Vessa carefully. He had come to understand the newfound wisdom he possessed was taboo, seen as evil by others, and because of that he kept it secret. Yet this stranger seemed to know much about Khyber and even offered to help him learn to control his power. However he could not bring himself to trust her completely. He agreed to have ehr travel with him north into the Demon Wastes on the promise of new learning, yet he could not help but ponder what her motives truly were.
  
  As the pair moved away from the market place and there seemed to be few to overhear what might be said Bo'Jak inquired of her.  "Why would you help me along this path? Others I have crossed seem to fear anything to do with Knyber." 
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conversations.value: Samshiir: "I want to teach you the Way of the Khyber Fist because the order cannot afford to have knowledge of the Way uncontrolled. That would be you, since you have found a book explaining what the Way is. Since you have it, I am forced to teach you about it. Understand?" 
  
  She slung her crossbow around her shoulder so that it hung behind her back as she walked.
  
   "Others will fear you, it comes along with the nature of the Way. But you should use this to your advantage. Fear can throw an opponent off-balance, and you especially, being what you are-"  She is obviously referring to your status as a half-orc. " "-you can strike fear into your opponents." 
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conversations.value: Kul AlDun: Bo'Jak was surprised by her candor. He had not been expecting such an honest reply, only more ambiguity on her part. Excitement stirred in him as she spoke of control, and how the fear he inspired in others could be used to his advantage. He had always struggled with being an outsider. The idea of this aspect of his being could be a strength never occured to him. Yet her response only raised more questions.
   
  "You spoke of the order. What Order is this? Are there others who know of this Way?" 