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Reinmar’s Master Alchemist, Klaus von Berkhoven, would wake with a jolt and sit up, unsheathing a slayersteel dagger from his bedside in defiance of the perceived glob of eyes that was not there... A dreadful figment of his mind’s design perhaps? “What invoke such a vivid nightmare?” He asked himself. In any case, the Reinmaren checked on his wife before walking down the stairs to check on his children. Once done, Klaus would scale the stairs once more and sit at his desk with a piece of wrapped charcoal and paper, then drawing what all he had seen from memory before it was lost.
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The Master Alchemist of Reinmar, Klaus von Berkhoven, would be standing at the work table in the alchemy lab within the Duchy and read this public missive. His hand would sign the Lorraine as he prayed for the safety of his friend, Demitrey. “Stay strong und let GOTT be dein anchor, Demitrey.” The auburn Reinmaren said as he finished his prayer before getting back to his alchemical research.
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Seeing the wedding invite from his student, Klaus von Berkhoven would make preparations for him and his family’s journey to Hyspia!
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Bastian Jusmia would read the missive, his ashen-colored face would blush blue as he had someone in mind to ask to the Ball.
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Klaus Helfgott read the announcement of the keep's inauguration and then looked to his fiancée, Avya, with a cheery smile. "Et es finally done! GOTT bless our new home!"
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "I'm glad my missive was able to reach you about my arrival, ma'am." He said as he walked over and sat on the cushion in front of the woman, "As for my story, I come from Reinmar, a port city in eastern Haense. I grew up in a family of alchemists grew to love the art of Alchemy. Recently, I've been travelling the realm to find various plants and herbs for the local Alchemists in Reimar and I figured out that this area might have one of the ingredients I've been looking for." The redheaded Highlander explained to elder. The two then chatted for roughly two or three hours about the various plants that grew within the local swamp and, after a while, the hag grabbed a small map and jotted something on it. "This should help you on your quest, young one. Please stay safe and if you ever need help and your in the area, don't be afraid to come ask me. Oh and if you can, maybe one day you can make something to make me look as you again." The elderly woman, with a giggle, then handed Klaus a piece of parchment. To the awe of the Highlander saw it had the possible locations of various local herbs within the swamp. "Thank you, ma'am. I won't forget your generosity and your wisdom. Perhaps I will make that potion for you someday." He replied, the redhead then stood up, says his farewell to the knowledgeable elder, and sets out to find the plants.
