A Ritual for Ordin

The high town tavern was quiet in the winter hush, as a familiar face pasted a wrinkled parchment to the message board. In scrawling, barely legible hand, it read: To the Magi, Sorcerers, Ritualist, Enchanters, and Druids of New Haven; As we all know, there is an abundance of magickal knowledge within this towns borders, and many of us can attest to be surrounded by what could easily be named the greatest magi our of age. But so too could we attest to the frustration and exhaustion incurred when that knowledge is scattered to the wind and inaccessible. As such, I propose that the magic users of New Haven come together to discuss terms of the incorporation of a group designed to protect and share magickal knowledge. A meeting will be held in the 3rd month of the new year to further discuss this proposal.

Sho’thar is the embodiment of the dark, Inil is the embodiment of light. Neither are evil or bad. So here’s the question: Why is it that when we reference “evil,” we equate it with “darkness?” (Thought it would be fun to have this in character debat.)

Kordruk Steelborn sits in the tavern drinking and watching the form of Ro'an in the corner. The man that he has been told had a hand in so much evil that night, but seems to have broken in the after math. "What is it like to have voices in your head?" The dwarf says to the air and takes another drink from his cup. "Why, are so many hearing voices? I understand that some of the Grehloks hear the Drow, but why not all of them and why do some hear it more than others? Does Ebrahim hear the same voice he once did or has it changed? Is there a way to stop the voices?" "I miss the good old days when I could work and create and not have to fear for my soul at all times. Simpler times, when the weight of the world had not yet been revealed to me. When the Lords of the Golden Halls watched over me and my people, but now I live with people that follow the Eldest and fight amongst themselves constantly." Muttering to the air. After a moment of thought the Dwarf would rise and approach Ro'an. Setting the cup next to the Grehlok. "Here, you need to drink, and try and find balance again. This town is not going to be safe for the broken or those that hide in the corners. We pissed off the Drow again and they will be coming for us." With that Kordruk will walk back to the table he was watching over the form or Ro'an pulling out a flask and resuming his watch. "Besides, I want something stronger." Then taking a drink from the flask.