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[Grignag]

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Two letters of precisely and neatly formed cursive are placed at two locations within the lands of Sosoria. The first is placed, rolled up, upon the Umbran bank and the second pinned against a tree in an area east of Minoc and north of Vesper, the old hideout of House L'Barra. Both are simply marked "Whol l' solen d' Gorhun Morchiant". Both are maked with the seal of Umbra.


Gorhun Morchiant.

My my... a name I haven't heard in so very long. It has been quite some time since you abandoned your compatriots in Minoc after the Hand of Humanis so thoroughly disgraced us for the second time in Minoc. I had imagined you dead and perhaps yet you are, with some pretender claiming your name. I suppose, in a normal situation, I would simply have let what was, be what was and leave you to whatever games you are intent on playing. However, it appears that I am not nearly so blessed in my apathy on this matter.

You see, my nearly forgotten liege, it appears that you have decided to cause trouble in a place where the scions of the Order of the Ebon Skull cannot so easily turn away their eyes. Indeed, such an implication as has been given to us by the Matron Kal'iksix is a most unfortunate one. As is her demand for your head. You are no stranger to hiding in shadows, Velkyn Uss Morchiant and I am certain you are of the opinion that you can wait us out or move through the darkness with impunity. You might be interested to know that our wraiths and necromancers are similarly skilled and may rather enjoy the chance to hunt you down. We are, as a matter of fact, quite skilled in the matter.

Yet now my tone suggests a level of malice towards you which simply is not present. Before I descend into an unnecessary string of threats or promises of doom, let us consider a simple meeting first. It has, after all, been quite some time since last we met. I am certain there is much we have to talk about. Let us do it on friendlier terms, before we consider less wholesome routes. I am certain neither of us consider ourselves above such methods, but far better than we take this opportunity to discuss matters. Do not fear. If you desire blood and the chance to be tracked by a coven of necromancers, deathknights and wraiths intent on unraveling your soul in pursuits of other experiments, I am sure we can accommodate you in the near future. For now, let us come to the table.

Hwuen udos thalra,
Magus Izrem Verin'Vlos
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Femmies?! HOWAH!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Gorhun Morchiant]

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A knock fell on the entry to the drow lord’s private chamber.

“Come!” Gorhun said with an air of displeasure in his voice.

“M’lord Gorhun, a scout in Minoc and one in Vesper have both brought me a letter addressed to you,” the young drow Olath says bowing his head as he enters the room.

Ripping the letter from Olath’s hand, Gorhun begins reading and mumbling the letter aloud to himself. After a brief pause, the drow sits at his desk and begins inscribing the following letter on a blank piece of parchment:

D'anthe zhuanth abbil--Izrem Verin'Vlos,

Vendui. I do hope this letter finds you well. I find it interesting that the necromancers have decided to place you…on this venture. It is somewhat disheartening to find a drow of your magnitude in the service of the necromancers, but alas…I do not know the reasoning or the conditions by which you are their wanre.

Realizing I seek no quarrel with the necromancers, and because, you are my drow brother, I shall meet with you. Know though that it would not be wise to be deceptive with me. We shall meet alone and unarmed…knowing full well what wrath would occur to the future priestess of Lolth if you were to neglect to honor your claim of a “honglath talthalra”.

Wun l' kaas d' Vhid,

Gorhun Morchiant
Lord of the Drow


*Glowing Purple Seal of the Staff of the Spider*

Placing various wards and spells upon the letter and placing it in a small envelope, the drow lord attaches the letter to the leg of a raven.

“Take this to Izrem Verin’Vlos…”Gorhun whispers to the raven and then releases it out of the window.

[Grignag]

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Looking over the letter, Izrem spent a moment dissembling a number of the various wards and seals placed upon the missive before, contented they were not harmful or designed to have subsidiary effects, he opened it and began to read. His eyes slowly passed over each line, using what the drow had written to help Izrem judge his state of mind and what he was up to. After a several moments spent reading, Izrem set the letter down and began a message of his own.

Vendui abbil,

I am glad that my hunch as to the approximate location of one of your lairs proved accurate and my note found you. It would have been troublesome had I needed to dispatch a wraith to wander the world until it found you. But it seems fortune is with us in that regard and we are free to speak as necessary.

It is quite interesting to hear you are in the service of the Masked One, as the Matron Mother informed me, and are seeking to spread the pervasive touch of chaos in the world. You and I, even as an "apprentice" to the necromancers as you call me, seem to have much more in common than you know. Even though much time has passed, it seems we may yet see eye to eye on the matters of the surface realms.

We do indeed need to meet, not simply for the sake of this unpleasant matter but for the additional benefit of determining where we both stand in this strange world you have stepped so abruptly back into. There are no tricks that I intend to play. A dragon requires no deception with its power so evident, and nor do I. I do not know if you carry any special backing, but I do not require any foul play in order to interact with you. Furthermore, you spoke of the kidnapped child as the "future Priestess of Lolth". Good. Evidently you, much as I, see importance in the girls continued vitality and usefulness in future situations. As of such, both of us can approach the table with the understanding that such threats are unnecessary. I am certain neither of us wish for this to come to blows.

Let us meet at a place of your choosing. I offer you the sanctity and inviolate grounds of the Scholomance upon Charnel Hill for our meeting, if you desire. If you have your own location in mind, then name it. I do not fear a knife in the back from you, as doing so would merely bring down the wrath of Umbra and the Ebon Skull upon your head. Driven by chaos as you are, I am certain you are still quite reasonable, much as we are. I will be available anytime upon the evening hours of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, as well as much of the day of Saturday. Specify both the place and time and the manner of our meeting. We shall work from there.

Z'hin wun Oloth,
Izrem Verin'Vlos

Rolling up the note and tying it, Izrem ran a single finger down the back of the enthralled raven, parting its feathers and cooing to it gently before placing the note in its grasp and releasing it back into the air. As he watched it fly, he took a moment to consider all the things that had brought him to where he was. How very interesting that such an old piece of history would come forward again.
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Femmies?! HOWAH!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Gorhun Morchiant]

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A raven flutters into the room and perches on the arm of the drow’s chair as he mills through stacks of documents. Making a finishing adjustment to one document the drow removes the letter from the raven and being reading it to himself, smiling slightly. Pulling a blank piece of parchment from a drawer the drow begins pening the following correspondence:

I would be delighted to meet you in the place you specified…Can you meet today?


Dosst zhuanth abbil,

Gorhun Morchiant
Lord of the Drow


*glowing purple seal of the Staff of the Spider and the Mask of Vhaeraun*


“Bring this back to the one who sent you…” Gorhun says to the raven as he places the correspondence on the birds leg and releases it out the window.