Gilgamesh and the Golden Palace of Za-Hadrash - Introduction - Part Ten

   Previous installments:

• Introduction - Part One
• Introduction - Part Two
• Introduction - Part Three
• Introduction - Part Four
• Introduction - Part Five
• Introduction - Part Six
• Introduction - Part Seven
• Introduction - Part Eight
• Introduction - Part Nine

Introducing another major campaign player character, Thorbjorn Hrolfsson.

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Meanwhile, Thorbjorn Hrolfsson was at the Longhall in Gradsul, having just spent the day organizing a project to seat a mystical transporter pad, based on magics once employed by the Cult of the Black Flame and uncovered by Cerys Landry at their old stronghold of Baltron's Beacon in the Hool Marshes.  This enchanted stone dais would enable his followers to travel swiftly between his strongholds in Gradsul and Sasserine. Many followers had volunteered small donations of their life force towards the required enchantments. Soon, he would be able to move large numbers of the faithful frictionlessly between the two cities. 

He was also enjoying the thrill of romance with the lovely Arnora Gellveig, who seemed quite the perfect match. By now he and Falkvar had been courting their ladies together for over a month, since the completion of the Kassen Dam and the unfortunate events that occurred immediately afterwards that claimed the lives of half a dozen villagers there.

He wondered how Ingolfr was doing with his mission to assist the King’s nephew young Count Tarikos Skotti, and Cerys’ Uncle Torvus. He supposed that he might have made landfall in Krytos by now.

One of Thorbjorn’s aides approached his lord.

“Your Grace…there is someone to see you. She is just outside. It is the semblance of Cerys that dwells in Gradsul, her…sim-u-la-crum I think you once called her. She would speak with you about urgent matters.”

She was ushered before him. She was but a pale imitation of the original, but Thorbjorn knew that the simulacrum was permanently telepathically linked to her mistress.

“Hello Thorbs. I hear through my sources you have a bit of a romance going on. When’s the wedding?"

"Whenever my advisors have decided to organise it for me, I suppose."

"Well anyway...some news that may concern you.  I have had some most unusual visitors drop in on me. I am at Camp Ragfried right now with them. People from another Prime Material world. Their leader is a very charming fellow, of, well you might say, epic proportions. It looks like Sunaeco might have gotten himself into a spot of bother, and he may need our help…”

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...and from this point, the adventure commences.