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npc inbox: taravast
Reach out to your (not-so-)favourite NPC here, putting their name in the comment header. Try to keep it to just quick text/audio/written exchanges or inquiries that can accept summarised answers, please!
PREVIOUS NPC INBOX FOR ARC I: SA-HARETH & STAIRS OF SIGHS
MACALUSO Earnest and moderate nephew of Bonaccorso, seeking to succeed his grandfather. A pursuer of astronomy, accountancy, diplomacy and elemental magic, with a long history of supporting the witches of Bessis. Champions firmer ties with foreign citadels to improve Taravast's access to armies and resources. Looking to choose a bride. | |
VANNOZZA Beautiful and fierce niece of Bonaccorso, contending to become the next Ilia Doxe. Mind of a scientist and a lady of the hunt. A practitioner and frequent visitor of the necromantic and healing sectors. Has entertained and turned away more lovers than the heroine of a particularly sappy romance novel. Often indisposed. | |
RIGARDA Lively, charismatic and gossip-prone lady of the highest echelons, received at every gathering. Can slaughter half a dozen reputations with the right twitch of her brows before breakfast. An associate of the Merchant's and old friend of the current Ilia Doxe of Taravast, Bonaccorso. Indifferent in the game of succession. Loathes crumpets and witches. | |
![]() | THE LAVISH LOCALS From the witches of Bessis or Attaryl to academicians, politicians, nobles, servant folk, artists or protestors — if you’ve got a question, someone can surely supply an answer. |
THE MERCHANT The patron | |
KARSA Sorceress, young (?). Employed by the Merchant and deferential to him. Talented but fiery and frequently impatient, intolerant of fools. She will get today's job done yesterday. Struggles to sympathise with men, objections and those who cannot absorb information quickly. Enchanted the group's translation devices. Only available until 28/12. | |
![]() | ASGEIRR The ghost of a scholar monk. Haunts the tattered execution cloak that the party stole from the La Rea bank in Sa-Hareth. Once a champion of equality and freedom, he faced ire for converting his followers against the regionally profitable trade of slavery. Soft-spoken but wise and just, slow to regain his strength. Will speak to those who visit his cloak in brief interludes. Favours necromancers. |
SA-HARETH
"HALTHAM" | ANURR The undead warlord Anurr, previously posing as gentle-mannered giant Haltham. An embodiment of Sa-Hareth's cold storms and wind, who regained his territory from contender Unhalad with the inadvertent help of the party in Arc I. Frostily rational and amenable to some negotiation. |
lily + wuxian for asgeirr
"Looks like this can use a little more mending. Master Asgeirr, would you mind? I can work on it while myself and my friend Lily here chat with you for a while."
Ignore the slight congestion he definitely has going on. He can smile regardless!
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"Please, cut my frayed ends." A literal request, sooner than a metaphor. That cloak's seen finer days.
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"It's nice to meet you," she managed nervously between snips. "Would you be willing to speak with us a bit, about the undead? We hoped you might have some recollection about their rulers, and where they come from."
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And finally, "They came long after I perished. I heard rumours."
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"That would make sense, from what you've shared with us before. During the time of your life, were there rumours or legends of such things being possible?"
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It emerges that even a half-blind ghostly apparition can prove particular with artisanal work.
"There was ever talk of the dead rising. Stories. Men who woke because the moon was full, or a lover betrayed them, or the spirit of a crow possessed them. But always isolated exceptions. Nothing of... of this intensity." No dreams of such a coordinated, careful movement. "They say it took them a handful of days to seize and ruin Ellethia. And that, a city whole."
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It matters to an old man turned into whimsical particles. "No one knows why Ellethia perished first. Some call it the curse of arrogance. It was a young nation, thriving. For a time, its magic rose meteorically to even laugh down at Taravast. Its commerce exceeded even Sa-Hareth at the peak of salt trade."
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Conversationally, he adds:
"The Bessis mentioned the Don here in Taravast traded magic technology to the dead lords, to have a blind eye turned toward Taravast itself. Taravast does pride itself on its magic." He pauses, looking up to the ghostly scholar, to Lily as well. "Ellethia's loss was a decrease in competition and in potential curbing of the dead storm rising."
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He agreed with the Merchant's request, that they survive to leave the world, and not add to its burdens. Still...
"Who was it," he said, "That took Ellethia?"
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So deeply and for such an extended time, that these claims have even gone disputed. "We have never heard of a decimation as complete as that of Ellethia. So far."
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"And all because of their advanced magic? Were their rumors of their being something that called to the undead in Ellethia and made them swarm it as they did?"
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"I know time is less of a concern for you, so forgive me for asking, but about how long ago did this happen?"
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