Today is Restday, day 14 of the month Eorgaen in the year 5103. It is 21:30 by the elven time standard. It is currently late evening.

Turinrond recites:

"I have studied as much as I could of the history and the lore of the civilized lands, as learning was valued amongst my kin. And I honed my skills accordingly. This knowledge was intended to be kept, and then returned to my tribe, as I fulfilled my obligations as a Dur'ran Faendryl. Those paths, however, are no longer available to me --
So instead, I will fulfill my spiritual obligation by sharing with you gathered here today."

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Turinrond shifts his weight.
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Turinrond recites:

"Before we go any further, I would be amiss if I did not warn you of the potential danger in speaking openly of the Assassin of the Arkati. It is not my place, as a student, to say whether my words will be pleasing unto Him, whether He may choose to strike to reassert his dominance of the challenge of Life and Death, or whether even another may be so bold as to try to take one of us here, gathered for knowledge. "

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Turinrond grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.
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Turinrond shifts his weight.
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Turinrond recites:

"This is not a religious call to arms. I am not recruiting followers. I am performing my task in enlightening you today, with what I have studied and experienced, and know to be true. Nonetheless, I am going to ask that none of you watch from the shadows, but to let thine eyes meet mine, and that no Sanctuary magic be cast herein. "

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Turinrond quietly says, "So, again, do not Sanct here during this discussion. And, please, do not watch from the shadows. Come forth."
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Turinrond recites:

"The nature of this discussion is delicate, and I'm sure we are all very skilled here, but I ask you for the respect due to a guest in your own home. Lastly, I will ask that ye hold your questions until the end, as I may verily answer them before I am done. Thank you."

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Turinrond recites:

"This, too, is a walking tour, so please stay joined to me throughout. In a moment, we will enter the Temple and move quickly to the Hall of the Deathbringers."

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Turinrond glances around the area.
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Turinrond leans back.
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Turinrond quietly asks, "All are joined?"

Turinrond's brow wrinkles as if in deep thought.

Turinrond quietly says, "Moving, then."

[Hall of the Deathbringers]
The expansive chamber is stark in both lighting and adornment. A floor of pale sand offsets black walls. Beams of light ricochet off the walls, although the source of the light isn't evident. In the room's center, two altars sit opposite one another. Behind them, carvings adorn the walls with scenes that are so old, their imagery is just ridges, gouges and basic shapes. Frost rimes the edges of the carvings, adding a sense of antiquity to all.
Also here: Tazelhoffe, Lord Mohrgan, Lord Catthief, Mythos, Great Lord Svardin, Drakam, Gilheal, Ridgehar, Imraith, Alleatha, Olgretien, Kasia, Lord Seirus, Lord Syberus, Chomm, Theogrim, Atoyoz, Sapphirea, Zosopage, Valicar, Alinev, Lord Sauthurdig, Great Lady Akayria, Kortirion, Lady Josslyn, Lord Queshu, Ichiko, High Lord Grandevr, Lady Raulda, Charna, Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: north, down

Turinrond shifts his weight.

Turinrond recites:

"This is the Hall of the Deathbringers.
Search and find a secret entrance
Climb to it, and I will meet ye on the other side."


Lord Turinrond's group just climbed down a shadowy entrance.
[Shadowed Hall]
The hall is awash in darkness, although occasional beams of light flicker across the tiles of the floor in a tantalizing flash. On the walls, dense carvings are reflected in the passing beams of light. A glance upward reveals the source of the illumination. Ingots of molten fire are enclosed in rolaren cages that swing across the chamber's ceiling suspended on dark chains. The walls close in, draped in their thick shadows.
Also here: Lord Mohrgan, Lord Catthief, Mythos, Great Lord Svardin, Drakam, Gilheal, Ridgehar, Imraith, Alleatha, Olgretien, Kasia, Lord Seirus, Lord Syberus, Chomm, Theogrim, Sapphirea, Zosopage, Valicar, Alinev, Lord Sauthurdig, Great Lady Akayria, Kortirion, Lady Josslyn, Ichiko, High Lord Grandevr, Lady Raulda, Charna, Lord Turinrond, Atoyoz, Tazelhoffe, Lord Queshu
Obvious exits: west, out

Turinrond quietly says, "Ah, how about that."


Turinrond quietly says, "Welcome to the Shadowed Hall."

Turinrond quietly says, "We will be here a few minutes, if you would like to sit."

Turinrond quietly says, "I will alert you before we move again."

Turinrond quietly says, "I would prefer that no one hides, yes."

Turinrond quietly says, "My thanks."

Turinrond clears his throat.

Turinrond recites:

"Greetings and welcome. In case you did not already know, my name is Turinrond Coyoterre-Sil'draug. I was born in the depths of Wyrdeep Forest, located to the South of here, yet west of the DragonSpine, outside of the human territory named Bourth. "

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Turinrond stares off into space.

Turinrond chuckles.
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Theogrim ponders.
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Turinrond quietly asks, "Stage anxiety?"
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Turinrond laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Turinrond clears his throat.

Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a carved wall.

(Turinrond half faces the carved wall, and half faces those gathered, as he indicates the detail of each carving, in order.)

Turinrond recites:

"I will share with you what I see.
And add some commentary to each.
I believe the purpose of the art herein, is to really
Get yourself to thinking about the task of an Assassin."

Turinrond quietly says, "Things are not always as they appear. What purpose would be there be in simple murder? Onar teaches us that murder should have purpose, and bring honor to the one that should fall."
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Turinrond quietly says, "Anyone is capable of death, and killing. A simple mercenary can even be hired to kill. An Assassin's task is far nobler. ."

Turinrond glances at a carved wall.
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Turinrond recites:

"The wall is carved in dense sigils, their meaning indecipherable. Here and there, a pictograph interrupts the ancient, flowing script. You notice one that shows the symbol of a man surrounded by clouds. However, the carved clouds could just as easily be shadows. "

Turinrond coldly says, "I do not understand the sigils, herein, unfortunately. But, ye see the one pictograph of a man, yes? Yes, of course."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Shadows are to an Assassin, like the air in which ye breathe. Learn to master them, to manipulate them, to become one with them. They will serve ye well."

Turinrond smiles quietly to himself.
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Turinrond strides a few steps forward.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a carved wall.
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Turinrond recites:

"The wall is carved in dense sigils, their meaning indecipherable. Here and there, a pictograph interrupts the ancient, flowing script. You notice one that shows a reclining figure, with another bending over it with some sort of weapon in hand."


Turinrond coldly says, "I often muse to myself what the meaning of those sigils are. These here, I translate to mean, for myself, "No witnesses."."
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Turinrond takes a few steps to his right.

Turinrond coldly says, "There is this one here, but I'm going to skip it for a moment. It begs discussion."
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Turinrond takes a few steps to his right.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a carved wall.
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Turinrond recites:

"The wall is carved in dense sigils, their meaning indecipherable. Here and there, a pictograph interrupts the ancient, flowing script. Depicted in fine detail, a figure sits within a tent, carved figureheads surrounding him and indicating his rank. The suggestion of a carved shadow stands behind him, blade glinting within the darkness."

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Turinrond smiles quietly to himself.

Turinrond coldly asks, "Are ye willing to wait in shadow, at risk of all things, until the moment to strike is right? Would ye save hundreds, nae thousands of lives, by preventing war?"
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Turinrond coldly says, "If ye could, with yet one strike, destroy an army and all its plans, and end the war before it began? This is a task suitable for a student of Onar. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "Most of all, would ye be willing to do it - forever unknown, unidentified. No glory whatsoever. Just the knowledge that you have fulfilled a task. Nothing more, nothing less. Your secret would die with you."
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Turinrond smiles.
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Turinrond takes a few steps to his right.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a carved wall.
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Turinrond recites:

"Here and there, a pictograph interrupts the ancient, flowing script. In one, a man's figure is shown, cloaked with deep folds of fabric with only a brief profile revealed. The moon's illumination shows a face with high cheekbone and patrician nose. The mouth is expressive and full. However, in the next instant, the light changes, and the carving is revealed to be primitive at best. Perhaps an anomaly of light created such detail."


Turinrond looks lost in thought.

Turinrond coldly asks, "This is an artistic rendering of course, but deep within, there are other answers. Who can claim to have gazed upon the face of Onar, and still yet live?"
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Turinrond coldly says, "I would deny such a thing with my final breath. Onar's arrival heralds a task to be done, and no Mortal can ever be sure of when their time has come. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "Some may fantasize that this, indeed, is what He looks like. I say, that He is best served by taking an appearance that blends well with both commoners and nobility. Mostly, though, His features are not identifiable. This, too, is a function of His task."

Turinrond takes a few steps to his left.

Turinrond coldly says, "And now, we'll return to this carving here."
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a carved wall.
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Turinrond recites:

"The wall is carved in dense sigils, their meaning indecipherable. Here and there, a pictograph interrupts the ancient, flowing script. The symbol is adroitly rendered, showing a feminine figure leaning against another that is taller and obviously masculine. The woman clasps the man in a loving embrace, while the other's arm is raised with a dagger held above her back."

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Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.
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Turinrond leans on his staff.

Turinrond coldly asks, "Let us see, how your minds are working now. While I'd rather not tarry too long, does anyone have any comments on this carving?"
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Turinrond coldly says, "After this brief discussion, we will move to the next room."
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Turinrond raises an eyebrow.

Turinrond coldly asks, "Show of hands? Open comment?"
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Turinrond points at Valicar.


Valicar asks, "So you would consider the art of assassination an integral tool in the strategical sense?"

Svardin says, "Tis Andeles and Fash'lo'nae dat pair and her wit da dagger."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Absolutely."
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Turinrond nods to Valicar.

Turinrond coldly says, "Which I'll explain further shortly."
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Turinrond nods to Valicar.

Valicar nods to Turinrond.
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Turinrond leans on his staff.
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Valicar says, "I shall save further comment then."
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Turinrond nods to Valicar.
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Turinrond looks thoughtfully at Svardin.
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Turinrond coldly asks, "Anything further, Svardin?"
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Turinrond raises an eyebrow in Svardin's direction.
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Svardin shakes his head.

Turinrond glances around the room.

Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at Drakam.
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Turinrond coldly asks, "Ye had a comment?"

Turinrond raises an eyebrow in Drakam's direction.

Olgretien raises his hand.

Drakam says, "The picture seems to point out that the best way to make the best kill is to befriend and get the person to lower their guard."
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Turinrond coldly asks, "Perhaps not. Olgretien?"

Olgretien deeply asks, "Which one had de dagger raised?"
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Turinrond coldly says, "Ah, sorry about that."
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Drakam says, "Sorry, was pondering a moment."
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Turinrond coldly says, "No worries."

Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at Drakam.
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Turinrond coldly says, "That's a good point."


Turinrond coldly says, "Makes the task easier to work from the inside, no doubt."

Drakam nods.

Olgretien raises his hand.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Was the male, Olgretien."
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Turinrond smiles at Olgretien.
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Olgretien nods.
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Olgretien deeply says, "No matter how close te ye be the one, if it is der time it must be done."
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Turinrond nods to Olgretien.
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Gilheal raises his hand.
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Imraith says, "She a seductress, and he perhaps has caught on to her game."
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Turinrond nods to Imraith.

Turinrond coldly says, "Aye, that's possible."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Mayhaps she has seduced one too many powerful people."

Queshu raises his hand.

Turinrond coldly says, "Queshu, I believe you had your hand up earlier."
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Queshu calmly says, "Yessir i did."

Queshu calmly says, "It seems that the woman and the man are close, yet the man is poised to stab the woman. Meaning, either, close connections are not things which Assassins have or that you must be willing to kill those who you love for your art..."
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Queshu shrugs.
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Turinrond nods to Queshu.
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Olgretien deeply says, "Or mayhaps, Onar kin get inte anyun, at anytime."
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Olgretien furrows his brow.
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Queshu shrugs.
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Queshu calmly says, "A question sir."
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Turinrond coldly says, "A good observation. A relative impartiality is required to do many tasks."

Turinrond coldly asks, "Yes?"

Turinrond raises an eyebrow in Queshu's direction.

Queshu calmly says, "I have this odd ummm follower."
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Turinrond coldly asks, "How so?"
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Queshu calmly says, "It seems someone follows me everywhere i go...I hear the footsteps."
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Queshu calmly says, "All the time."

Turinrond coldly says, "If they were following YOU, ye would not hear the footsteps."

Queshu calmly says, "Well, i hear them alone too."

Turinrond coldly says, "Gilheal, then Tazelhoffe."
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Gilheal says, "Thank ye."
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Gilheal says, "Turinrond Even love has no calling higher than the quest that needs to be fulfilled."

Gilheal ponders.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Aye, I know of many followers of Onar who have sworn off of mortal romance."
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Turinrond nods to Gilheal.
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Gilheal nods.
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Catthief raises his hand.

Turinrond coldly says, "It makes certain things easier. However, in the carving.."
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Turinrond coldly says, "You would have to be able to .. pretend, I assume."
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Gilheal coughs.
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Gilheal nods.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Go through the motions, and so forth. To gain the necessary intimacies."
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Gilheal nods to Turinrond.
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Turinrond coldly says, "A daunting task, no doubt."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Tazelhoffe, then Catthief."
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Tazelhoffe says, "Seems, though a bit cynical, that wall dere is a point unto itself, above these other carvings here,. t'always be wary cause cen happen to you, probably at ones mos' vunerable times.."
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Tazelhoffe tilts his head back.
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Tazelhoffe shrugs.
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Turinrond nods to Tazelhoffe.

Turinrond coldly says, "One of the reasons I openly invite folks to attend this lecture, is for that reason."
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Gilheal shudders.

Turinrond coldly says, "I am of the opinion that the best Assassin will not be found, but the lesser ones will be, if others are educated. This will raise the bar, so to say."

Turinrond coldly says, "So, aye. Tis a warning, in many ways."

Tazelhoffe nods.
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Turinrond raises an eyebrow in Catthief's direction.
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Turinrond coldly asks, "Catthief?"
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Catthief quietly says, "Assassins are to have no attachments. They complicate matters. Yet the shrewd assassin may at any point create a new life for him or herself by gaining friends, confidants, even lovers, just to get close to the target."
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Turinrond nods to Catthief.

Turinrond coldly says, "A fine summary of the artwork."
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Turinrond nods to Catthief.
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Turinrond smiles at Catthief.

Turinrond coldly says, "We're going to move to the next hall. The artwork is far more detailed. Join up, please, and stand."


Turinrond taps the tip of his pale ivory staff on the ground.

Lord Turinrond just moved quietly west, with his group following closely.
[Shadowed Hallway]
The hallway is a study in darkness and shadow. The two play against each other, daring each to surpass the other in defending the large tiles that make up the floor of the passage. On the surrounding walls, scenes are rendered in bas-relief.
Also here: Lord Mohrgan, Lord Catthief, Mythos, Great Lord Svardin, Drakam, Gilheal, Ridgehar, Imraith, Alleatha, Olgretien, Lord Seirus, Lord Syberus, Chomm, Theogrim, Sapphirea, Zosopage, Valicar, Alinev, Lord Sauthurdig, Great Lady Akayria, Kortirion, Lady Josslyn, Tazelhoffe, Lord Queshu, Ichiko, High Lord Grandevr, Lady Raulda, Charna, Soroth, Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: east, down

Turinrond coldly says, "As before, you will notice this hallway has several pieces of art. These are bas-relief carvings, and a bit more detailed than the last ones we looked at."

Turinrond smiles.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Also as before, I will feed your mind with some commentary on the scenes depicted herein. ."
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Turinrond strides a few steps toward many bas-relief scenes.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a bas-relief scene.

Turinrond recites:

"The carved stone wall offers a richly carved tableau. Depicted there, the gods sit at table, the boards laden with a sumptuous feast. At one side of the head table sits an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Her face is turned away, while all others look toward a kingly man occupying the scene's center. The woman gazes toward a curtain of heavy drapes, and there, barely discernable, is the suggestion of a figure."


Turinrond coldly says, "I believe that to be Eorgina represented in the scene. Common lore suggests that Onar mostly works at Eorgina's behest. Frankly, I am more of the thought that Eorgina is simply less subtle over such matters. ."
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Turinrond grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.
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Turinrond strides a few steps toward a bas-relief scene.

Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a bas-relief scene.

Turinrond recites:

"The wall's stone is carved in deep bas-relief. It shows a wide balcony edged with flowing falls of diaphanous curtains. The lithe figure of a woman stands, staring into the distant horizon. However, her head is slightly turned to one side. And there, almost obscured by drapery and shadow, one can barely make out the figure of a tall man. One side of his face is visible, the cheekbone high and the eye deeply set. The trace of a smile lifts a corner of the man's mouth."


Turinrond clears his throat.

Turinrond coldly asks, "Several possible translations of this scene, which I will leave ye to consider. The balcony indicates a home of some value, meaning that likely the woman is of noble birth. She gazes out over the horizon - lost in thought. But, thoughts of what, who knows?"
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Turinrond coldly says, "Mayhaps her lover is this man in shadow, and she thinks him away, and yearns for his return. Mayhaps she is ruler of a territory, and has sent couriers or armies forth into enemy lands. Perhaps this man in shadow, has.. returned with a reply."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Or perhaps she is deathly ill, or full of misery or grief, and he is there to ease her suffering. A noble task. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "This artist knew, that one should take pleasure in one's profession, and has indicated what appears to be a slight smile. ."

Turinrond strides a few steps toward a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond recites:

"An intricate bas-relief scene covers the wall of the hallway. Composed of black stone, it shows a depiction of a chamber with a tall window dominating the far wall. A tall, slender man stands silhouetted in the window's frame, his shoulders broad and his head cocked, as though questioning the meaning of the moons hanging within the window's rectangle."

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Turinrond closes his eyes for a moment.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Undeniably, it may oft occur that the task to be done is thankless - if not even mundane at times. Here, this man waits and waits. No matter, he is sworn to the task, and he must suffer whatever inconveniences that may result."

Turinrond nods.

Turinrond strides a few steps toward a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond recites:

"This bas-relief depicts a tavern scene, crowded with characters of many races. To one side is an Elf, his bearing regal and his costume costly. His features are beautiful, although his eyes are hard. He gazes out over the crowd with disdain. In the shadows behind him, a cloaked figure can barely be seen. Its posture suggests this hidden one is waiting, as patiently as time itself. The blade of a knife can be glimpsed within the deep folds of the figure's robe."


Turinrond taps the tip of his pale ivory staff on the ground.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Here again, waiting. Timing is vital, in such tasks. And who knows who this Elf is, in the scene? Perhaps he is a cruel taskmaster, and his ways cause great suffering to innocents."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Yet again, he is in a tavern. Perhaps he betrays his kingdom. Perhaps he betrays his family. Undoubtedly, he bears some impact, as his wardrobe implies wealth, power. And, it has been decided for him, that his time has come."
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Turinrond strides a few steps toward a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a bas-relief scene.
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Turinrond recites:

"It depicts a richly appointed sleeping chamber, obviously the habitation of one of noble descent. Therein, a young woman kneels beside a curtained bed. She is beautiful, with hair falling in a luxuriant cascade down her back. She gazes raptly into shadows gathered at the bed's far corner. There, the figure of a man can be glimpsed, handsome if the suggestion of cheek and chin are true. A dagger can be seen in his hand."

Turinrond coldly says, "A particularly striking scene, in mine eyes. A curtained bed is oft used for the sick or feeble. Perhaps this woman's father lies within, or her husband. Perhaps, it is that she loves him with all of her heart."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Yet, she knows that he suffers needlessly. A selfish woman would put her concerns first, in lieu of being alone or no longer with the loved one. However, this woman here has made a powerful decision. ."
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Turinrond coldly says, "See that her eyes gaze upon shadow? She knows that, while she is incapable of a cruel yet noble task, that she can call forth one of Onar's pupils; so that He will bring to her loved one, a peace. One that is not malicious. One that is merciful, and honorable. ."
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Turinrond smiles.
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Turinrond coldly says, "This .. this is the way He teaches us."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Gaze upon the scenes another moment or two. From here, I will move us down to the altar, where I will summarize the Lore concerning Onar. Many of the notions represented in these art pieces will overlap. I will attempt to bring all the notions together, into a more .. cohesive discussion. ."
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Turinrond leans on his staff.


Turinrond recites:

"Please join up, if ye are not already joined.
We will move down to the altar now."


Lord Turinrond just moved quietly down, with his group following closely.
[Shadowy Hall]
The hallway narrows as it descends into thicker shadow at its western end. Stone projections extend from the sidewalls, at first appearing to offer a modicum of support for the slope. However, closer examination reveals that each is a carved stone knife. While their edges are not as sharp as steel, their intent is obviously double-edged.
Also here: Lord Mohrgan, Lord Catthief, Mythos, Great Lord Svardin, Drakam, Gilheal, Ridgehar, Imraith, Alleatha, Olgretien, Lord Seirus, Lord Syberus, Chomm, Theogrim, Sapphirea, Zosopage, Valicar, Alinev, Lord Sauthurdig, Great Lady Akayria, Kortirion, Lady Josslyn, Tazelhoffe, Lord Queshu, Ichiko, High Lord Grandevr, Lady Raulda, Charna, Soroth, Evelith, Lady Salenn, Kalishar, Haxley, Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: up, down
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Turinrond coldly says, "Just a note, here."

Turinrond glances at a stone projection.
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Turinrond points his pale ivory staff at a stone projection.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Things are not always what they seem. Watch your hands on the way done."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Down, rather."

Turinrond coldly says, "Moving."
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Lord Turinrond just moved quietly down, with his group following closely.
[Hall of the Assassin]
Any light transgressing into the chamber seems obliterated by the oppressive shadows cloaking the corners of the room. A duo of torches mounted on the walls flanking the passageway bravely throw out their light, but it seems faint faced with the penetrating darkness of the room's upper reaches. An altar stands in the center of the murk, illuminated by a single beam of light from above.
Also here: Lord Mohrgan, Lord Catthief, Mythos, Great Lord Svardin, Drakam, Gilheal, Ridgehar, Imraith, Alleatha, Olgretien, Lord Seirus, Lord Syberus, Chomm, Theogrim, Sapphirea, Zosopage, Valicar, Alinev, Lord Sauthurdig, Great Lady Akayria, Kortirion, Lady Josslyn, Tazelhoffe, Lord Queshu, Ichiko, High Lord Grandevr, Lady Raulda, Charna, Soroth, Evelith, Lady Salenn, Kalishar, Haxley, Kasia, Lord Turinrond
Obvious exits: up
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Turinrond smiles proudly.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Welcome to the Hall of the Assassin."

Turinrond coldly says, "You will see the altar, of course."

Turinrond coldly says, "But, I beg of thee, stand not too close to the walls. They are not really walls."

Turinrond removes a black skull-shaped candle from in his tapestry warpack.

Turinrond carefully places his skull-shaped candle on the ground.

Turinrond coldly says, "Just a little light."
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Turinrond lights the skull-shaped candle, which flickers and begins to burn.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.
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Turinrond clears his throat.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Historical views."

Turinrond smiles quietly to himself.
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Turinrond recites:

"Let's begin with what the Historical texts say. It is generally known that Onar is the Assassin of the Arkati. He is the One that is used when Mortals cross the wrath or trust of the Arkati."

The skull-shaped candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.
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Turinrond recites:

"It is somewhat less known, but also historically referenced, that Onar works mostly for Eorgina, as we have seen in the artwork. In certain cults and organizations dedicated to other Arkati, it is very common for Onar followers and devotees to be found, in service to the organization, but still a devotee of the Silent Lord."


Turinrond recites:

"An important note also is the 'mark' of Onar and how it applies to common law. Possession by Onar is considered an excusable reason for murder by the courts, as the Lord Onar almost ALWAYS works independently and often through the hands of Mortals. "

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Turinrond idly scratches himself on the neck.
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Turinrond recites:

"It is believed that He, too, was once mortal and transcended into Immortality through his deeds and, ah, particular skills. Much the way that such is known and believed of Arachne, Amasalen, the Huntress, or even Voln."

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Turinrond recites:

"Naturally, none that have seen his face would have lived through such, and therefore His story is equally hidden from common knowledge. However, each day shows greater cooperation between all races, and greater advances into paths and trading, so I believe that some day this knowledge will come to pass, to be shared with those of us who would glean much from it."

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A black skull-shaped candle glows warmly with a soft, flickering light.
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Turinrond smiles quietly to himself.

Turinrond glances around the room.
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Turinrond nods.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Translations."
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Turinrond clears his throat.
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Turinrond recites:

"My previous lecture covered mostly Elven philosophies, some of which I may end up repeating here. Most notably, though is the association of Onar to the art of Assassination. Assassination, in and of itself, takes on a more striking meaning here in the West. In the West, there are far more political and military struggles. There is a greater convergence of races, and ideologies, and therefore - conflict. "

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Turinrond recites:

"The common misconception is that Onar condones murder. While, yes, he is most certainly an assassin, I would ask you to consider what it is that separates an Assassin from a common hoodlum, scourge, or murderer. Surely, death is death, yes? No. We are all gathered here, and certainly capable of committing murder. "

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The skull-shaped candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.
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Turinrond recites:

"There are Arkati that specifically deal with chaos and death and the reanimation of souls and so forth. We saw a couple in the Hall of the Deathbringers. Murder, in and of itself however, is a crime, and is no more remarkable or impressive than stealing gems or casting the wrong spell. Chaos serves its own purpose, of course - but this is not the way of Onar."

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Turinrond shifts his weight.

Turinrond recites:

"Assassination, however, is an art. It is the Art of that one single strike from the shadows, undetected by the mortal eye, that will achieve an end result that is both powerful and meaningful. Purpose.. defines Assassination. "

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Turinrond recites:

"The single most intelligent piece of literature I have ever read on assassination, was once stored on the shelves of House Cheslycha's library. It was written by Lord Otath Tatheralin. In my opinion, you will not find a single more effectively construed document, that carries within it, the very essence of the profession known as Assassin, even moreso where it relates to the Elven Nations. I am going to quote a passage or two from his text."


Turinrond removes an onyx-inlaid dark leather book from in his tapestry warpack.
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Turinrond gently presses down on the binding of his dark leather book.
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Turinrond turns the page in his dark leather book.
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Turinrond clears his throat.
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Turinrond coldly says, "His introduction, which reads:"
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The glow from a black skull-shaped candle softly illuminates the room.
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Turinrond recites:

""First and foremost is it necessary to understand that Elven Assassins are not rogues, thieves, scoundrels and the like. They do not sit in dark alleys and wait for easy targets to pass by so that they may cut their purses and run away within the darkness." "

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Turinrond recites:

""That is not to say that Elven Assassins are not extremely well trained in the art of subterfuge and secretly acquiring items and more importantly, information, that cannot be obtained through normal channels. It is to say that they do not use their highly honed skills for petty purposes.""

Turinrond smiles quietly to himself.

Turinrond quietly peruses the pages in his dark leather book with a contemplative look upon his face.
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Turinrond coldly says, "And another passage later on in the text:"
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Turinrond recites:

""I will however tell you some of the abilities necessary to hone in order to be adept in these areas: The ability to quickly adapt, to think on one's feet, to be ingeniously creative, to be a quick study of both spoken and unspoken language and gestures, the discipline and intelligence needed to study one's enemies up close and from afar. To not only be the eyes and ears of the walls and the shadows, but to be the wall and the shadow. These are just some of the ways of the Elven Assassin.""


Turinrond places his hand on his dark leather book.

Turinrond coldly says, "If this is a topic that interests you, I highly suggest finding a copy of the text and studying it."
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Turinrond put an onyx-inlaid dark leather book in his tapestry warpack.
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Turinrond coldly says, "Let's continue."
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Turinrond coldly says, "It is NOT about murder. It never is, to an Assassin. It is about cause and purpose, and above all else, a simple, calculated efficiency."
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Turinrond coldly says, "How best to describe the task of an Onarian, here in the West? What I share are my notions, of course, and I will qualify those shortly, if needed."
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Turinrond coldly says, "Let's define a few things. Discretion. What separates a mercenary, or a murderer from the artist known as an Onarian Assassin? Surely you can look at me, and decide that I wear heavy armor, and have seen me about, and know that I am rather capable with an edged weapon."
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Turinrond coldly says, "You can look at the Sorceror over here, and KNOW by the art of sorcery, in general, that they are surely capable of .. creating death. I'm certain that most of us gathered here can end the life of another with some effort. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "However, to look at me, it is not immediately obvious that I am different than any other warrior. I am not garbed ostensibly in a wardrobe that defies my purpose. Discretion, subtlety. These are your tools. Use them."

Turinrond coldly says, "The carving of the woman embracing the man, if ye recall, implies a great deal of this, as we discussed. Planning, too. Timing. All these things are primary, whereas the action itself is secondary, and must only be efficient. All these other things must fall into place first."

A wisp of smoke rises from a black skull-shaped candle as the hot wax drips and splutters.
>Turinrond coldly says, "Nor, should an Onarian boast or brag or otherwise create attention unto themselves, in such a way that others will be inclined to study your actions. Shadows are your ally. None should be curious or inclined to discover your paths and habits. In fact, the best thing might be to have NO habits."

>Turinrond coldly says, "Once a target with a purpose is decided, then ye must study them, learn their ways. Hide in the shadows and observe, as did the cloaked man in the Tavern scene. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "You must, at all times, be prepared for the Task, if the opportunity presents itself. This is no time for the waverer, or the weak of heart. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "And this is where Western philosophies join in. Meditation and prayer will help you focus upon your tasks and your studies. To gain spiritual strength, some would advise a regular ritual of prayer and offerings. I agree that this will certainly keep your mind and spirit focused. ."

Turinrond shifts his weight.
>Turinrond coldly says, "And what of purpose? Never, EVER, should an Onarian create a death without a purpose. Consider this and ask yourself, "What will this task achieve? What greater good has it? Will it end needless suffering? Will it restore Balance? Or is there some selfish motive involved? I say to thee, that once you have sworn a blade or spell unto Onar, that you are fully accountable for your actions in His name. And, I daresay that tasks done for selfish benefit will not be well-received. And you must be prepared ."

The skull-shaped candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the room.

>Turinrond coldly says, "Remember, as the Lore suggests - Onar is used whenever a single act can change fates. Now, within such thinking, there is room, too, I believe to venture further into the relationships with Arkati and their followers. Aye, the traditional viewpoint is that Onarians are close to those who worship Eorgina. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "But, is it possible, for example, to be a member of Voln, and be an Onarian? I do not see why not. As a paladin of Voln, you are easing the suffering of the undead, as I understand it. And who is to say, that Lorminstra has no need of the Assassin? Especially since once the task is completed, the target will find themselves at Lorminstra's mercy. ."

Turinrond coldly says, "And amongst the Lornon Arkati? Why, of course. Though we may see mostly Death and Chaos affecting the masses, surely there may be times when one of them may need a single task completed, and may call upon the Assassin to do this bidding. In turn, if your spirituality is tempered, then that may be ye who is put to task."

Turinrond coldly says, "In summary of the translations, it is not the task so much as the spirituality, purpose and methodology of the task. An assassin is not a murderer, though to the naive eye, it may seem as the same. That is the most important concept to grasp. There will be many times, when a death is not even necessary - you must be wise enough to consider all things, when the task is upon ye."
Turinrond coldly says, "What other purposes can an Assassin have, but to kill? Many. All those honed skills can be put to work. Assassins make the best advisors, for they are able to master the shadows, and learn things that may not be obvious. The study of people leads to a greater ability in assessing their strengths and weaknesses. In knowing where certain 'types' of people congregate. In being able to look someone in the eyes, and know when they may be false."

Turinrond coldly says, "Many Kingdoms employ Assassins as part of their advisory council. This was once my personal goal - to be able to swear my blade to House Faendryl as an advisor to the Patriarch. Staying upon your path, may indeed lead you to a similar opportunity. Hone your skills, and practice them. Make notes to yourself, if you must, but make them vague so that they cannot be used against you. If you aspire to such a rank, it will be no easy task."

Turinrond coldly says, "I have little doubt that a strong spiritual relationship with Onar will only aid you in your goals as such."

Turinrond leans on his staff.

>Turinrond coldly asks, "Have I lost anyone yet?"
>Turinrond raises an eyebrow.
>Turinrond glances around the room.


Turinrond strides a few steps forward.
>Turinrond places his hand on his leather belt.

Turinrond coldly says, "I'm going to share with you some personal experiences. That you might know that I do not speak with a voice of inexperience."

Turinrond shifts his weight.
>Turinrond tilts his head up.
>The skull-shaped candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.
>Turinrond recites:

"I have twice been touched with the presence of the Silent Lord. The first time, he sent an assistant, who struck me down, at the end of what I would term a commitment ritual. But, I had already spilt my own blood as Oath to Patronage. And I was new to his eyes, though no stranger to his study. I had spent years in private prayer long before that ritual. His assistant simply said, that the eyes were upon me, but I would yet be put to the test."


Turinrond shifts his weight.
>Turinrond recites:

"I believe a lesser man would have taken the loss of a deed and a cut on the neck as enough of a hint to not pursue such a brash course. But, I was thankful for his mercy. I was thankful that he saw fit to listen to my prayers - and the cut on my neck was transformed. Aye, that it looks like a tattoo, but I already had a tattoo on my neck, the one of the coyote. This one of the broken skull was by his command, though delegated unto a lesser shadow to do the task."


Turinrond traces the lines of his broken skull tattoo.

Turinrond looks very far away for a moment, a wistful expression on his face.
>Turinrond put a skull-carved pale ivory staff in his tapestry warpack.
>Turinrond fiddles around with his leather belt.

>Turinrond removes an obsidian dagger from in his leather belt.
Turinrond carefully examines his obsidian dagger.

Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

Turinrond clears his throat.
>Turinrond recites:

"I will speak to you now of my second Lesson. It was received at the rededication of this Temple not so long ago. The passage to His altar was hidden, as you know, which I did not realize at the time. "

Turinrond recites:

"I was walking through the temple searching, and the shadows called to me, and took the breath from my chest. I tell ye true, I thought surely I had misstepped upon my path and was certain to be smitten and laid before the Ebon Gate. The shadows made me weak and my mind yearned me to search about. I swear to ye that the shadows guided me to find his hidden passage, and when at last I gazed upon this altar, I fell to my knees. "

Turinrond trembles as if a cold chill just ran up his spine.

Turinrond recites:

"Here, at once, I was equally afraid for my soul, and filled with sheer awe, at being brought to Him. The shadows revealed themselves to me - several were gathered, and surrounded me, until one, taller than myself, stepped forward, his voice as an icy whip, but not cruel.. unfeeling, confident, strong, and colder than any glacier that I had ever walked upon."


>Turinrond closes his eyes for a moment.
>Turinrond slowly empties his lungs.

>Turinrond recites:

"He said many things unto me that blessed evening, but the one I feel should be shared is this:
"Kill only when it makes sense to do so. Dignity in death, and honor in the final stroke.""


Turinrond tilts his head down.
>Turinrond recites:

"This is the essence of what I have to share. The rest is translation of what I know to be true. That evening I placed an obsidian dagger upon his altar. He touched it, and my mind was driven to take it. He had scribed Elven sigils upon my dagger, ancient ones at that. They are the representation of his words unto me, and I have shared these words with you this evening."

(Turinrond shows you an obsidian dagger, which he is holding in his right hand. The dagger is rustic, however, inscribed on its hilt is an eloquent elven script. The ancient sigils imply honor in death and merciful release.)

>Turinrond coldly says, "If ye are not familiar with ancient Elven, these sigils imply honor in death and merciful release."
>Turinrond recites:

"If you are to follow the path of Onar, then you must BELIEVE that you are accountable for ALL tasks. It is not enough to know how to kill. Ye must strike where it will be quick and an honorable death. You do not slay 100, when you can break their spirit by slaying just one of them. "

Turinrond recites:

"And subtlety, my friends, is the essence of success. While I am blessed to wear His mark, but I daresay I would suggest getting a tattoo that says "ASSASSIN" to put upon thy forehead. Intelligence defines the Assassin. And your actions and success will bring Honor to your Patronage and worship of Him. "

>A faint, flickering light emanates from a black skull-shaped candle, warming the room with its glow.

Turinrond recites:

"The best followers of Onar will never need to kill. They will be able to protect their allies with intelligence, to fool their enemies with misinformation, and to be strong in their devotion, so that should the shadows call ye to task, ye will be justly prepared. The lessons of Onar teach me, as I teach you, that to defeat an army, you do so by defeating their leader. "

Turinrond recites:

"This is not a path for everyone. Some will always be common. Others will be soldiers. Many will teach, study, raise demons, heal wounds and the like. This path is the least likely to receive recognition or fame - for once ye are known, ye will never again be able to serve, but as a teacher of others. Those ye seek to impress with the terror of the word "Assassin" will equate ye with hoodlums and scourges, and not with the noble task of balance keeper. "

Turinrond places his hand on his obsidian dagger.