<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg12176247#msg12176247">Quote from: Skynet on 23-03-2016, 07:56:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Before now, I used to be an adventurer. Me and a band of like-minded, well-trained folk traversed the length of Khorvaire and beyond. With Breyton at our side, we sailed the planar seas, gazing in awe at the floating cities of Syrania, to the beautiful yet haunted woods of Lammania.  The last time we met was in this city, Sharn. While doing an errand for Morgrave University I noticed that Breyton Merchiot was late. Investigating I found that he was trapped in the Cogworks by a cult of Khyber. Demented folks who worshiped the Underdark as though it were a sapient megadragon. By the time I made my way down, he already had an escape plan, blazing past me on a fiery steed doubtlessly summoned from another world! I was glad he was free, but a part of me wanted to be his savior for once.  Later that night, he told me that things were bad, the cultists found out too much. For the first time I sensed true, genuine fear from him. As he sobbed I heard everything. How they found out his true identity, his home plane, and even worse his family."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris had to laugh at the melodramatic escapade of his father, but the story quickly grew somber as he learned of his father's fear for his family.  "I guess that's why we didn't see him much even before, he had to keep us at arm's length..."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Retorio stood up and out of the bed, his back facing Kleris. Suddenly a point of grayness formed on the small of his back, growing larger, until it covered his entire body. His hair turned white, and when his face turned back his irises were a milky white.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Local 17+9 = 26<br/>Kleris had heard of changelings in his study of Eberron history, and that nobody knew exactly how common they were, understandably.  Finding one working in a brothel seemed natural, but he was apparently an adventuring companion of his father, and apparently maintained a human persona most of the time.<br/><br/>"My dad's ring?  Yeah..." he held up his hand, and was a bit surprised when the Quori spirit revealed itself to Retorio.  "Yes, apparently Arisad had some history with dad foiling some plan of his, and wanted to avenge himself on me.  But I do want to learn more about dad and your own history, like how you know Horishkad here.  So I'd like to meet again, yeah.  I'll see how often I can get off campus.  Send a message to Redhurst for me and we'll get together."  For some reason Kleris gave him a kiss goodbye as he left.  It seemed natural, after what they'd done, but learning their history put an odd spin on it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Heh, it was definitely fun.  I don't know if I'll always be able to budget it like tonight, though."<br/><br/>Kleris looked over the palmphlet.  "Now this looks like a church I'd like to attend.  I'll keep my ears open for any holidays, heh..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[Craft 18+5 = 23, good<br/>Craft 13+5 = 18, satisfactory]<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Day 79, Change Starts at Home</span></div><br/>Kleris had finished his work molding, guilding, and setting a lion head on a diadem to be enchanted as a Golden Lion device, ready to roar out a warning to allies.  Most every day he had made excellent progress on it, and was pretty confident in the final product, just finishing off its polish.  He looked around nervously to get a feel for what others had created, though.  Some, like Rensha, were obvious and practical, even without enchantment, while others were more obscure and probably met some very specific purpose he wasn't aware of.  He vaguely wondered if Lillin had made something obscene, but that was probably an unfair assumption about the tiefling.  "Well I hope it works, Andrei, that sounds like it could be useful."<br/><br/>[Engineering 1+9 = 10, fail]