<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Setting Information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">Before the sun rose you stood atop one of the many buildings in Eodin, your trained eyes watching for what was to come next. Your lord had instructed you to return to Eodin, but his purpose for the action remained yet unclear. As you prepared to depart and set about the business you knew that you needed to complete today an unfamiliar voice rang out behind you - impressive that anyone could sneak up on you without alerting you.<br/><br/>“I have work for you, daughter of Bhaal.” He said, grinning behind the mask of black and white that covered his face. This man, humanoid, standing more than six feet tall introduced himself as <strong>Azzir Tannik</strong> and revealed that he had a great deal of knowledge about who she was. While he drifted over specifics, it was clear from the ideas that he shared that his knowledge was greater than it likely should have been. He then presented you with the chance to work for him, stating that their goals were in line that by helping him she could further her own agenda and that of her lord. Before making any insistence, though, he simply bowed and instructed her to commune with Bhaal and if she was interested in meeting him and the others at the harbor in three days time.<br/><br/>His form faded from view almost as you might expect an illusion too, and she was left alone to continue about her day.<br/><br/>Eventually, she found her way to prayer, in an attempt to share this information and gain insight from Bhaal. Locked away where you are safe you took up the position and closed your eyes, focusing in on your mark and your connection to the gods. You whispered your words and called his name...<br/></span></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/7BdtM4v.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Your eyes open and you stand on a barren plain, where the ground has been replaced by ash. The sky has been torn asunder and flashes with streaks of crimson lightning. The plant life is dry and dead, brittle that even the caress of the wind causes it to snap and blow away. The heat here is almost unbearable though there are no obvious signs of its origin. Light fills the area from a moon that is half consumed, a giant serpent coiled around it and gnawing at its surface in the sky. Standing before you is <strong>Amagord</strong>, an emissary of Bhaal that you are familiar with - a point of contact frequently used. In the past Amagord has noted his displeasure with the bond shared by Eilsaadi and Bhaal, and even contempt of it - though he serves truly to their shared lord.<br/><br/>Amagord’s face twists into a near sneer when his faded eyes touch your body. “Again you call for our lord, Eilsaadi. Your need for attention truly knows no bounds, does it?” He snarked, narrowing that gaze on her, “Lord Bhaal does not exist to hear your thoughts at all times, cleric. What do you want?”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>