#seradane

LOCATION: Seradane

ZONE: Hinterlands

NPCS: None

SETTING SIZE: Large

ACCESSIBILITY: All

CAVEATS: None

((OOC: This is for a campaign my partner is running for his guild. Since Aomaho and Sabanrab are involved, he gave me permission (because I requested it, not because I needed it necessarily) to participate. Figured I’d post here what I wrote up for it.))

Zrimgor had spent his time recently tending to his half-limbless half-elven brother-in-law Mal'valen - thankfully, that wasn't difficult, considering Mal'valen was also undead and therefore incapable of feeling pain. For that matter, he got around quite well for a guy with only one leg thanks to his levitation abilities, though writing had proven difficult since his right arm was the one that was ripped off and confiscated by those damned imps.

So, for the most part, Zrimgor acted as ambassador and scribe between visits with his ward, Zimina, sending messages this way and that as dictated by the de facto leader of Sun's Peak. It was certainly a position the old Death Knight, a former commanding officer on Argus, had never expected to be in, but it was what needed to be done. He even spent some time at Acherus to the northwest, discussing the Legion's return and hiring some of the other Ebon Knights as temporary guards for the coastal village.

Sitting at a desk that was almost comically too small, Zrimgor wrote as Mal'valen dictated:

"Your assistance is appreciated greatly, and we will see that you are compensated generously for services ren-..." The priest's voice trailed off, and his golden eyes grew wide.

Zrimgor paused his writing and turned to peer at his brother-in-law, his expression characteristically blank with only a faint hint of concern in his barely creased brow.

"Aomaho," Mal'valen murmured, biting his lip as he finally looked up at the Death Knight at his desk. "A Legion ship just arrived in Seradane... Aomaho's out there."

Zrimgor lowered the pen and closed his eyes momentarily. "... Sabanrab as well..." he rumbled.

Using his staff to pull himself up, Mal'valen stood and floated toward the door. "We need to help them... take your father and sister to Seradane. Of everyone here, you three are the most capable of getting there quickly and helping them," he stated.

"Mal--"

"That is an order," the half-elf interrupted. "I don't like using those words but I know they're the only ones you'll take seriously enough to do this." He paused and looked down at his remaining arm. "I can't do anything for Aomaho like this other than provide moral support. You and your father know actual military tactics and strategy, and Ambb can teleport the three of you easily. Please... please do this."

A quiet rumbling sigh emanated from the Death Knight's chest, and, reluctantly, he stood and headed toward Mal'valen. "I talk to Zimina first," he stated. "Then we leave... do not let her worry."