<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg12851678#msg12851678">Quote from: Skynet on 20-12-2016, 08:22:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>I guess being in the Abyss has made me...one-dimensional, to put it lightly. Why don't you come to my bedroom tonight then? While there, we can also talk about other ways of having fun...</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris sighed internally.  One altercation avoided, though at the cost of selling his body to the devil for a night, even if not his soul.<em>I’ll be there tonight…</em><br/><br/>“Sorry Rensha, like she said, she can be abrasive and sharp with people, you just need to correct her…”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">A Not-So-Old Flame</span></span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ummm Kleris, does the name 'Retario' ring a bell?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris was surprised to hear that name, but not disappointed.  Several memories rushed back bringing a slight blush that he tried to suppress.<br/><br/>“Oh!  Yes, he’s a family friend.  I’ll go down and meet him, if that’s alright Professor.”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey there," he said softly. "Ummm, I can't really come in further, being neither staff nor student, so I figured I'd send a message at the very least."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“That’s no problem!  Yeah, they have to have some security about visitors at the school, but I let them know you’re a family friend.  Um, what’s wrong, Retario?”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Apologies if I seem...well, I don't know where to start. Kleris, are you familiar with psionics? Well, it's like magic...and it's not. It's a power focused through one's mind, a wholly internal energy present within any being which thinks. It is not external, like wizardry or most divine magic, nor is it inherited like sorcery. Even so, it is a rare art in many lands. And its unknown nature, can be a boon.  Aside from Chaos, magic follows established rules and interactions. Even illusions have ways of being sought out, overcome, discovered. It would not be enough to send you to live in a magic-less place, for most folks who live there tend to be lacking in knowledge themselves. Fortunately, I am one myself, having come from a land far to the east where such an art is not just known, but respected. Riedra."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>[Knowledge (geography) 8+5 = 13 > DC 10:  Riedra is the largest nation on the continent of Sarlona, a sprawling realm that has all types of terrain.<br/>Knowledge (psionics) 9+5 = 14 > DC 10:  The continent of Sarlona i sthe center of psionic knowledge.  The races native to Sarlona are naturally psionic.]<br/><br/>“I’d heard rumors of some sort of native magic from another land.  So what does this have to do with us?  Oh, uh, a scoop of vanilla ice cream please…”<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I had little to my name, and many towns and villages were less trusting after the horrors of the Last War. Sharn seemed like the only place on Khorvaire to go…  It really does feel like the center of the world. I'm sure that may sound odd, given your stay in a planes-traveling academy, but even so this tiny little city in the great cosmos feels like the beating heart of Eberron…  A strong, good man. Not once did I ever see him cave in to despair, nor be overcome by anger. I suppose nobody besides angels can truly call themselves Good, but Breyton was the closest there was to it.  Sorry, I suppose you heard enough about that. Maybe the smaller things would be better? Well, he always loved a copious amount of salt and seasoning on all his meals. He often burned the midnight oil playing Three-Dragon Ante with himself; normally he had no share of players, but most of us were asleep by then. He also had a nice little tune he always sung when on the road. It went something like this..."<br/><br/><em>Fare thee well, my home of old<br/>With friendships treasured more than any gold<br/>To lands far past the wind's breath<br/>Upon the ship's beth, the waves were crashing<br/>upon the boat of fallen trees<br/>An arboreal death afloat a sea<br/>Its confines rocked from unseen hands ahold<br/>So shall this tomb carry<br/>Someday back, to my home of old</em><br/><br/>"I believe you are ready, Kleris. You, I, and Horishkad can unlock the latent memories of Breyton's next clue within your dreams, but it will take great trials and tribulations. I will need a psionic focus, and a proper attunement crystal, both of which I can get at the Riedran Embassy. It will not be easy, and we might venture into territory you may wish forgotten, but such is the price. Are you ready?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris listened to Retario’s story, but at the mention of his father, he put aside his desert and leaned forward, soaking in every word to add to the mental construct that lived in his memories.<br/><br/>“Thank you for the memories, especially about father.  He was gone often, so I didn’t get to see him much before.  I knew he was an experienced adventurer, but it’s good to hear the little things too.”  He sighed.  “I’ve already gotten deep into his history and altercations, I don’t think I can stop now.  Do you need me to help with the crystal?  Because I am ready for anything at your word.”  Working closer with the alien spirit Horishkad sounded disturbing, but Kleris would do anything to find out what happened to his father and where he was now.