H130, Day 256, 6 AP (Hadrian)

[Stix]

Hadrian returns to his cell to find another parcel, this one tied with a haphazard web made from dozens of knots.

[exile]

Closing the heavy wooden door behind him, Hadrian slips the battered leather pack from his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor beside him. Drawing the chair out from before his desk, the aasimar sinks heavily into his seat.

“A fine guard you make, hey Kopek?” he remarks, in mock chastisement. The lazing feline makes no attempt at a response from its nest amidst Hadrian’s crumpled sheets.

Casting off his gloves and whistling softly to himself, Hadrian sets to work at the mess of knots.

[Stix]

After several minutes of loosening and untying, Hadrian frees from the bundle:

• a professionally-scribed note crumpled into a small ball
  
• a handful of nails
  
• three bright blue dried flowers wrapped in a handkerchief
  
• a cabochon-cut bluish-purple gem, 3/4" across
  

The note reads as follows:

Hadrian:

You bring a smile to this Madman's face. These pains would have been no one's to bear but mine had I not found you to accept this great responsibility.

Time is patient, Time is cruel, Time is sitting on the weaver's stool.

In my travels to the Misty Shore, I made a discovery that must be preserved against Time, kept from the hands of those who desire it, and studied by those who wish an understanding of the nature of being and meaning.

As you already know, I require three still-burning Ysgardian Yule logs to further this task. Ultimately, I write you to confirm that your portal has shifted to the Cage -- to the private latrine entrance of Airion's Boarding House. The gate key to pass from this side is three crossed nails. To return, a sprig of blue winter aconite. Go with haste.

In Faith,

Theravis

[exile]

Theravis. So that was the name of his patron.

Here were the keys as promised; a handful of nails and what Hadrian could only presume was aconite. The cabochon must have been included to cover the costs of the endeavor.

The Bleaker sat back in his chair and turned a curious eye towards the window of his cell, trying to estimate how much of the day remained for his use. Whatever he had, it would have to do. The time had come to gather his escort. Gathering up his scattered belongings, and ensuring that the contents of both packages were safely stowed upon his person, Hadrian extended a calloused hand down to his sleeping bedmate and mussed up the cat’s fur.

“Farewell, Kopek. Ysgard awaits.” His brief goodbye lingering in the air, the aasimar turned to leave.

Knowledge Factions (What do I know about Theravis):
[dice=20+12]
Appraise (Cabochon cut gem):
[dice=20+4]

(OOC: Heading for Tensar’s to rally the troops, and stopping somewhere along the way to sell the gemstone [unless I totally misunderstood its purpose, in which case go ahead and stop me ])
[rand=04338503760586620617127610609886690793388131541196034324876428261]

[Stix]

Dumb luck rolls

Hive Ward
[dice=20]
Clerk's Ward
[dice=20][rand=39164129850218643456131742557202736294478597416722647432363104392]

[Stix]

(Whole lotta nothing on the die rolls all around. The gem sells for 200 GP. I'll start up a new scene at Airion's as people are gathering after Tensar's summons.)

[exile]

(Thanks, Stix. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to start the next post or not.)