The Sword of Myr, again (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

Knowledge fills your mind. You feel it flow in like a stream being funneled into head, filling it with images. Images of Inevitables, great gear islands, the song of the gears. You can see them, legions marching in perfect order. A great army ever growing and ever expanding, perfecting itself through rigid, unyielding discipline from top to bottom. Everything moves in harmony, inefficiency slaughtered in the name of progress.

You gain two ranks of Knowledge (Local: Mechanus). These are bonus skill ranks that don't take skill points, they're free.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm... Mechanus. Well, shall we continue on, Sylvie, or would you like to use the spring?"

[Anastasia]

"Another time," Sylvie says. "What did you find out about Mechanus?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Some local, generalized information. It may come in useful one day. In the mean time, shall we continue on?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<PlushieIthea> Kotono roll for PlushieIthea < 65 > [d100=65]

Hours pass and night continues. You eventually come to another building. This one is seven stories, rising up as one great mass around the oak trees. The front doors have a symbol of a blanks scroll on them.

"This should be it," Sylvie says.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Excellent. Are the customs different since this is your god's temple?"

[Anastasia]

"Slightly," Sylvie says, going to knock. "Follow my lead."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru does so!

[Anastasia]

The doors open. A human is here, fair and red haired. A middle aged man, a hint of sunburn to his features even at night. "Welcome, welcome. Seekers of knowledge, do you..." he pauses on seeing Sylvie's holy symbol around her neck, "A fellow of the faith!" he greets, offering his hand out, "Ah, is that your familiar?" he asks Sylvie, "He's a magnificent faerie dragon."

Sylvie shakes his hand, "Hah, no. Also, you're ignoring the normal rites and ritual."

"Hang that," The red head retorts, "Such a lovely guest joined by the august majesty of a dragon deserves a more personal reply." He takes Sylvie's hand up and lays a kiss on it, "Though you appear to be a warrior as well as gorgeous. Remarkable talented, aren't you?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Familiar? Why would a dragon ever consent to-- wait, I suppose there's that Hope fellow isn't there... Hm. Well, regardless of that, you're significantly more talkative than the other one we met. I am Surraruthru, Keeper of Knowledge."

[Anastasia]

You get a bare glance, but the man's attention is all on Sylvie.

"Charmed," Sylvie says dryly, "We're here on business, so if you'd stand aside?" she says.

"Of course," He does so, "Say, there's a communal breakfast when the dawn breaks. Would you care to join me?" he asks.

Sylvie just keeps her smile in place, "Thank you, but no. We're here on business. Surraruthru, it's important business, yes?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes, quite. Yugoloth that specializes in stealing knowledge and locking it away and all. Liberation of a sword that specializes in revealing truths. Things I imagine Oghma would interested in stamping out. Obviously I'm not of the faith, but Sylvie is and that's the impression I gleaned from her.

I don't know human customs, but I'm guessing breakfast might be of enough importance to bypass business reasons?"

Surraruthru glances at Sylvie with a confused look and mischief in his eyes.

[Anastasia]

"Afraid not," Sylvie doesn't miss a beat. "We need memory recording crystals and to research the yugoloth he mentioned. Sorry," she firmly steps aside, going on in. "Come on, Surraruthru."

The man sighs slightly, and as Sylvie passes away from him, your keen ears can make out a muttered, "Damn."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru edges close to Sylvie and keeps his voice down.

"Must be quite the lonely fellow to simply ignore the rituals and not even inquire about the reasons for a visit. Especially from a fellow follower of Oghma."

[Anastasia]

"That or I'm beautiful," Sylvie says, rather immodestly. "Let me interpret it how I please, it's a woman's prerogative."