<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTad7zLVX8tNzLoHX1MAR0HeyaueYGSFCtAxXvbiPwdNOW57oPRxQ)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Kalem Allbright</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1863442)<br/><br/>Kalem kept pounding Dessy's poor pussy whilst he lapped her flesh like a dog.<br/><br/>Professor Kane and the sheriff approach the stables.  Still, Kalem doesn't stop fucking his beloved dhampir.  The sheriff coughs into his hand, attempting to attract his attention.  But Kalem keeps going.<br/><br/>"What do you want?" Kalem asks.<br/><br/>"We have a proposal for the two of you," the sheriff states.<br/><br/>"Well, let's hear it," Kalem replied.<br/><br/>He begins by saying, “I appreciate your assistance and cooperation up to this point. I know that you have a legitimate claim to this dagger. However, I also know that due to your conduct in the taproom last night you are at least partially responsible for the destruction of some of Doctor Krane’s extremely valuable property.”<br/><br/>This is actually not exceedingly true.  The two had gone to sleep by the time that the dagger ignited the professor's shroud.  Still, the sheriff holds up a hand to forestall any arguments and motions for the professor to continue.<br/><br/>Doctor Krane clears his throat and says, “The subject of my exhibits here at the Travelers Stop is a form of artistry called shrouding. By using certain reagents and magical properties, this art allows the image of a corpse or mummy to<br/>be captured orthographically—that is to say, with height, width, and depth—on the linen shroud in question. It was once a common technique among the burial practices of certain ancient cultures but has largely been lost today. The shroud in question that was destroyed carried the image of the Chelish King Haliad III. It was over four hundred years old and the centerpiece of my exhibition.<br/><br/>“The good sheriff here has agreed to not jail you if you can pay off the lost shroud’s value—something you will most certainly be unable to do. I do, however, have another proposition for you. Five years ago, a druid named Willowroot located and recovered five artifacts that once belonged to a forgotten king named Narven. I want you to travel to his home in the forest and secure the five items on loan and bring them to me here at the inn. With them I can create a shroud of their former master. Advise Willowroot that for the use of the panoply the items will, of course,be returned and that I will create a second shroud for him to keep, finally giving the burial honor to King Narven that has been denied him for 200 years. I leave it to you to find a way to convince the druid of my proposal.<br/><br/>“The five items are the breastplate of sacred fire, the wand of earth’s ire, the codex of the firmament, the vial of pure<br/>water, and the spirit-staff of Narven. I have here a map to the druid’s grove and sketches of each of the five items. Bring them back to me and you are free to go, our deal completed, and you avoid debtor’s prison for the next 40 years. The choice is yours.”<br/><br/>“Just to sweeten the pot,” Sheriff Blunnde adds, “and so I don’t have to post wanted notices all across the shire, upon your return with the items I’ll give you the magical dagger—no questions asked.”