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*Valkin would in passing between the crypts and the library notice such a occurrence, he would firstly remain still just starting at the flag, he would remain for some time watching the ship in deep thought*

"This ended with frey's departure... why now"

*with that valkin makes his way up the tower of the dammed to find the speaker*

serbiris wrote:

Although he is not present at the first sighting, Captain Vosst does appear within a few hours and is seen observing the vessel through a spyglass. For a time he simply watches, waiting... but as the situation remains controlled he departs, retiring to his office.

He stands at attention in the empty chamber and utters a single word in a crisp, clear voice. A query, which seems addressed to one in particular - although evidently, the room is empty.

"Orders?"

Observe. Ensure that no hostile action is taken.

*As he see's the living and undead guards forming up Ðraco walks over to see the commotion, upon seeing the vessel he simply turned around and returned to the construction.*

*A tall man dressed in his usual black can be seen once again moseying around the library. He slowly moves about the shelves, collecting any works on spells which activate on specific triggers, or any timed and delayed magic. After collecting any books pertaining to the aforementioned subject(s), he enters the research room he generally uses, quietly studying the information at hand for many hours*

Another man can be seen roaming the library, drawing many types of books from the shelves, mostly books about finances. He wears long black robes with a black hood, making sure to keep his face hidden from anyone who passes.

Deep within the Crypts, in the chamber that once belonged to the Keeper, one of the gems set in the eyes of the corner statues, one of the ones above the three large tomes, begins to glow faintly, intermittently.

Glim wrote:

Deep within the Crypts, in the chamber that once belonged to the Keeper, one of the gems set in the eyes of the corner statues, one of the ones above the three large tomes, begins to glow faintly, intermittently.

*valkin having spent some time recently within the chamber examines the gem, interested in what property's it might hold. he has normal would cast detect magic, read magic. Valkin spending a great deal of time in that room and the crypts remains there performing his research keening an eye on the eye so to speak*

Perhaps as inexplicably as it had started, the gem no longer shows any light within its depths.

A visibly worn and tired figure emerges from the crypts. With both hands he carries his saddlebag and walks with slow steps to the castle. Looking up into the midnight sky he takes comfort of the darkness and heads for one of the rooms in the guest lounge and locks the door.

*The man known as Aurelius Constance can be found once again sulking around the library. A parchment in hand, he moves about the shelves, collecting any tome that relates to the subjects on his list. Any that observe him in his work may notice that he still seems to be researching Tarkuulean history, specifically any works about Tark and those whom he kept in his company.*

*a man might be seen entering the library and taking a interest in "Undead Varieties" and "Undead Varieties: II Creatures of Tarkuul" he would take some notes and continue to move about the library picking up books and quickly looking them over*

*if one were to see some of quick notes they would look something like this*

Mohrg,Death Knight,Skeleton,Lich and lich subsets,Winterwight,Skeleton Warrior
Ghoul and Ghast,Mummy,Wight,Vampire,Bodak,Zombie,Angel of Decay,Revenant,Tyrantfog zombie
Allip,Wraith,Ghost,Shadow,Spectre
Bone Golem?

*if the man finds any other varieties of undead not on his list from any books he looks over he would add them and put them in one of the four, right now he does not seem to be focused on indepth research but more into collecting a list to be looked into.*

for DMs and Glim

incase DM wants to know its focus, its broken into predominantly Skeleton/bone undead,Corporeal,Incorporeal and random, top row being of most interest to him but in no particular order

*The man known as Aurelius Constance can be seen exiting the crypts, dusty and fatigued. He is accompanied by a man outwardly identifiable as the Magister, Valkin Mulgin. After a few words they part ways, Aurelius heading towards the library. Once there, he would go about as usual, researching various topics, reading any book that interests him. He spends many hours comfortably tucked away among a collection of books and tomes.*

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After a brief conversation in the library with Alumnus Stradivarius. Grim heads for the temple and patiently takes a seat in the front row. Waiting.

* A tiny and quite obviously drow female is seen frequenting
the Tarkuul library. A delicious candy scent lingering behind her as she wanders
about stretching her legs between reading intervals. She stops often in the
Castle and views the paintings fingertips pressed to her ebony lips. *

A drow and a half-drow were but a minor disturbance in the library for Grim as they soon left, leaving him at peace to continue his studies.

Many days later, with the Zhentarim ship still circling ominously, another rowboat makes its way to the City. Just as before, the occupants do not touch the City soil, merely handing a carefully sealed scroll tube to one of the skeletal guards, before rowing back to their ship.

*As usual, Aurelius Constance can be seen wandering around the library collecting various tomes. He moves about the shelves, carefully selecting any book in relation to meta magic, empowered spells, or spells which create an energy catalyst. He spends many hours gathering and reading these tomes, before quietly entering the research room he seems fond off to study what he has found.*

*Valkin would often be out of sight, perhaps sighted entering the library under-croft then simply gone, or the same with the crypts. Where he has been venturing however remains a mystery. When valkin is in the city he spends most of his time between the crypts and the library as he seeks out new material to help with his current projects. On one of these occasions he was seen inquiring with a stranger about a tailor to make a fine women's dress*

*Valkin would be seen unloading a number of viles out of a bag into a crate in the Magistarium, as well as packing bags with additional alchemical viles and other equipment. Including padding for his clothing, paraffin wax, and oil. Some might also note that his voice might sound muffled as if something has been placed over his mouth inside his helm*

Grim, perhaps believed absent to some the last 10 day or so could still be seen pacing around the city. In the library he would collect some books to read and then retreat into the one of the rooms of the upper floor of the castle to study in silence.

After a few days of absence the High Arcanist
was finally seen once more in the city..

Wether it was out of habit he exactly couldn’t tell at first. But something in the back of his mind told him if he’d walked to the gates without
being concious of his pace it was habit. Old painful habit. Sighing low he continued. “Knowledge and Power” A robe figure uttered as he passed.
He dipped his hood giving his head a shake as a smirk lifted the corner of his lips. He was reminded of the old mage who said the phrase to him
often. Power yes, Knowledge he could do without. At least that’s how he saw it now. A sinister chuckle escaped him as he approached the City
gate. Lifting a hand he pushed back his hood genuine suprise smoothing over his usually hard features. Where was all the sand? Curling his
hands around the steel bars he leant on the gate; his head swivelling left then right. Violet gaze taking in all he saw. Stone-like ground
stretched in every direction, walls and buildings loomed as if they’d always been. The image of the sand covered City he’d left shattered.
He let his head fall forward, expression concealed by the absolute jet blackness of his hair. Exhaling a shaky breath he released the gate and
pressed his right hand to the jagged press studs on his leather pants. He’d had them installed for moments like this, violent fit imminent.
He ground his palm into the metal until it sliced open his flesh. A thin river of red was a bright contrast against all the black. Blood
pattered lightly on the slabs of rock at his feet. Like macarbe rain drops. Leveling his eyes upon the nearest tower top his gaze slitted.
Who's body filled his chair now? Growling he pressed his palm deeper until the growl became something else entirely. Rolling his shoulders forth
in a half shrug he pushed the thought from his mind. It was no longer his seat. No need to comment his fresh wound dampened his rage.
"It's about damn time..." He commented aloud voice almost pleased as he opened the gate and walked through. His footing was a little off at first.
Months of compensating for compacted sand, sucking you in as you walked. Again his eyes flickered over everything, the familiar surfaces he remembered.
His random blood dotted trail showed the route he stalked about, avoiding anything restricted he retraced his path about the City thrice over before returning
to the gate. Turning he faced the City as a whole. "Good to see your doing so well.." He said on a sigh, pivoting again he left placing his boot into the portal.

Soon after more drops of blood would be spotted about Tarkuuls floor. The sorce however not spotted so much.

*Valkin would walk the grounds, noticing the blood spatted about he would nod in a humble fashion*

"It seems an old comrade has returned, perhaps the city will once again recognize his contributions, he was despite his faults most... fitting. I am certain you will find your place old friend."

For a third time, a rowboat is sent from the circling Zhentarim ship, a third notice handed to the unliving guards as the rowboat recedes back to its source.

In the comfortable silence of the library the High Arcanist was spending
night after night, studying and making notes. Only occasionally he would
lower the tome remaining motionless, pondering..

Day after day / Night after night, Kierno spent his whole time in library, rarely he went outside the castle Tarkuul. There are dark circles under his eyes of insomnia and exhaustion is really noticeable...

With as little preamble as it had arrived with, the Zhentarim ship finally departs the waters surrounding Tarkuul.

Grim having taken notice that some would adress him as not being present would be seen sitting in the library with stacks of old news papers and taking notes as he seems to be compiling a list on a scroll. Any bypassers would not halt his work unless he is directly spoken to.

Someone can notice that Kierno passes the portal and headed towards the Temple crypts with his Sentinel right behind him. Sentinel carried a several boxes, with echoing sounds from inside of them.

The door to the Captain's office is *locked - with very few and very specific exceptions, he takes no visitors on anything less than absolutely vital business. It is not readily apparent that he is present without stepping in to see, but Captain Vosst is indeed present in the office - although what he is doing is unclear.

//*Assuming it can be locked, or if this is permitted by the City! Either way he's still not taking visitors.

serbiris wrote:

The door to the Captain's office is *locked - with very few and very specific exceptions, he takes no visitors on anything less than absolutely vital business. It is not readily apparent that he is present without stepping in to see, but Captain Vosst is indeed present in the office - although what he is doing is unclear.

//*Assuming it can be locked, or if this is permitted by the City! Either way he's still not taking visitors.

The door itself would appear to have no locking mechanism, however should the Captain had made his wishes not to be disturbed clear, he would find that the door would simply not open to anyone save those he permits, or any members of the Council.

The sequestration of the Captain's office ends rather abruptly, and Vosst is seen hurrying about the city with large stacks of documents which are unloaded upon various other officials.

He is not found in the city for the several hours immediately following, however.

Much to everyone's suprise, Eddie is seen in the library these days quite often. Sitting in silence in the corner with a company of cigarettes and a flask of cognac he is reading through various tomes and books. And to make the matter even more curious, the tomes are not filled with pictures of naughty content.

Certain members of Tarkuul have taken notice to a rather new kind of visitor sometimes found gnawing on meat and bones, interested in the people who live here. Much to their discomfort, it is a rather giant mass of wiry fur, tusks, and razor sharp teeth.

*After a brief absence, the man known as Aurelius Constance can be seen once again lurking about the library. Moving shelf to shelf, collecting tomes on various subjects. His recent interest seems to be in gemstones and more specifically, Black Onyx.*

A slight figure roams the rows of bookshelves in the dead of night, those well acquainted with the city recognize Emilie as she magically lifts books from their careful places on the shelf and into a growing pile of books in her arms. She carried these books to her small disorganized office beside the library and adds the books to an even greater collection of old tomes that overtakes her floor. She is seen opening each, and before she can even flip a page, she writes on a long piece of parchment, then closes the book again, beginning the process over again.

Emilie would clearly notice Grim pacing about the bookcases himself. He would politely nod to her and continue his own reading.

A woman in black and red was seen entering the gates of Tarkuul after a long, long absense from the Living City. Her countenance was hidden behind her cowl, but it was evident she was tired and weary. No longer the Tarkuul she remembered, buried in sand, but as a proper city. The sight was a welcome one, though it brought to mind someone of her past whom she missed dearly. After brief contemplation, she was seen entering the Tower of the Damned, and was not seen leaving.

As of late, the feything would seem to have kept her word to Marigath and would be making regular trips with sacks full of meat whenever she could - either readily chopped up or to spend time nattering with him to do so!

This afternoon, a contingent of ten black and purple clad individuals, all seeming to wear military uniforms of a very old style, arrived in the Living City. After an open conversation with the Speaker and other residents of the City, the contingent walked briskly to the Court of the Living and disappeared inside the southwestern building.

Within the first hour of her arrival, it seemed to her the City was already bustling with 'life'. The notion tickled her, being so used to it referred as the Undead City. It still was, though now she heard it as 'the Living City'. It didn't matter to her - it was still, to some degree, home.

And it was certainly good to be back.

Almost minutes after the tent was risen in the Court of the Living,
the High Arcanist was seen entering it and closing the curtains
behind him.

Emilie disappears from the Castle sometime in the night after descending the steps from the throne room. Her mood is indecipherable as she strides to the portal. She isn't seen again within the walls or the Living City for the days that follow... or is she merely watching and waiting from the shadows?

An elusive figure, the dark armored man known as Grim is seen walking across the court and descending down into the crypts.

AzureLuna wrote:

Emilie disappears from the Castle sometime in the night after descending the steps from the throne room. Her mood is indecipherable as she strides to the portal. She isn't seen again within the walls or the Living City for the days that follow... or is she merely watching and waiting from the shadows?

Should this be the case, she would find soon enough that she is only one of many shadows that seem to be more vigilant than usual...

Enforcer Lacern seems to have thrown himself to his assignment with a will, and is rarely seen around the Living City unless he is in the Court of the Living assembling his machine.

Late that night, the High Arcanist entered the Castle via the ley-lines and leaning on his staff, he lurched
slowly, with a heavy, exhausted steps into the Living Quarters, locking himself in one of the empty rooms.
The room remained locked for a few days as he was not seen exiting it.

Sicarius has been absent and scarce around the City of late, sometimes gone for a tenday between the times he is around. During the increasingly rare times he is about the City, one might be able to note he is more unpleasant than usual.

Finally, almost two cycles later Lucius was seen leaving the room, invigorated. Without
much hesitation he heads towards the Court of the Living and disappears into one
of the structures.

A man in a long, dark taupe coat appears to be waiting in Tarkuul for someone or something. If asked what he is doing or what he is waiting for he responds that he is seeking a teacher.

A Breath in the Silence: "Life" in Tarkuul

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