July 8th

 

The Bargain is Struck

Submitted by Stormchaser:

Inside the Abbey, we found Winfield, the former Mayor of PaxLair. After exchanging greetings, Winfield asked,"What are you all doing out in this part of the Realm?"

"I went to the witch," JeTamme answered. "I was very brave, like you said."

"And did you look down and to the right?" asked Winfield.

"I followed your instruction completely and it worked," JeTamme smiled.

Nodding, Winfield said, "Very good. I am glad to hear this. What did you learn?"

"I'm off for the second part now," added JeTamme, breathlessly. "Also, I will get the cure. I must hurry off now. Forgive my rush!"

"Very good, I will not delay you," Winfield responded. "Dragonspeed to you all." We rushed off after the excited JeTamme, looking for Kirsten. We found Kirsten in a small room, off the main hall, writing in a book.

We bid her good evening and JeTamme bravely stepped forward, "Forgive the interruption, M'lady. I am JeTamme of PaxLair. I am sent by your sister. May we speak a moment?"

Kirsten cackled, which made the hair on my neck stand up. "What is it ye seek?" asked Kirsten Draven.

"My brother is missing," explained JeTamme. "I made a deal with your sister, that you may give the the answers I seek."

Opening a book, Kirsten cackles again and asks, "Ahh, art ye the kind one?"

"Indeed, I am," replied JeTamme and I nodded in agreement with her.

"Dost ye have the honor of thy brother?" asked Kirsten.

"Indeed, I do," replied JeTamme valiantly.

"He is a smooth one, he is," commented Kirsten.

"Yes," JeTamme agreed, smiling. Hiding a smile of her own, Kirsten wrote some more in her book. Leaning forward, as far as I dared, I could just make out the title. It was called the Book of Enlightenment.

"He thinks highly of you, as well," added JeTamme with a gulp.

"What is it ye seek?" asked Kirsten again.

"My brother has been missing for some time," answered JeTamme, in a rush. "I am very worried."

"You best stick to the cure girl!" warned Kirsten.

"I am told that you have the information to find him," JeTamme said, seeming to pay no heed to Kirsten's warning. Kirsten stared intently at JeTamme, waiting to hear why we had come seeking her. Gulping, JeTamme bravely stood her ground.

"I know not of your brother. What else dost thou seek?" demanded Kirsten. I do believe, she was getting a tad testy with us.

"We seek the cure," Luigi piped up. "She told us to seek the cure for Serena," Luigi reminded JeTamme.

Realizing her error, JeTamme asked, "Please, may I have the cure?"

"That, we can help with," replied Kirsten. "For a price," she added emphatically. "You must state it, after you have completed the cure. Bring back to the witches, the staff you use for the cure. It must be imbued with the blood of each vampire it has cured."

"Indeed, I shall M'Lady," replied JeTamme. Kirsten handed JeTamme a book and returned to writing in her Book of Enlightenment. "How will I know when all are cured M'Lady?" JeTamme asked, puzzled.

"You will know," Kirsten replied. "It is all there."

"In the book you gave me?" asked JeTamme. Kirsten's only reply was a cackle. "Will that be all then?" JeTamme added.

"You tell me," responded Kirsten.

"I still feel a need to find my brother," JeTamme explained. "Also, Serena has been missing for some time now, nearly a week."

"You best stick to the cure, girl," Kirsten warned again. "Now, leave me be." We thanked the witch and left for the PaxLair Quest Center. JeTamme put the book on the counter at the Quest Center, so anyone can read it and help her find the cure for the vampires.

The contents of the book reads:

Title: A tattered and dusty tome
By: .............

The whispering essence of these souls:
Thrice the founders of a prayer for peace.

A soul ransomed from eternal imprisonment.

Fallen hero's from the past, nightfeeders both;
one yet living the curse removed, one consumed by a sire's rage.

Evil is as evil does,
the last the soul of the orcen king.

Trap these essences in a staff of old,
mixed with tokens mild and bold,
the sparkling eye of the undead king,
the first born fruit of morning's dew,
the silken fruit of the spider's womb,
a mother's tear on an orb of blue.

Crushed beneath a master's hand
to cure the souless of the land,
mixed atop a place of power
where n'er a virtue reigns.

 

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