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[Greyskull]

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The Wisp Dungeon had been a fascination for all who ventured into Ilshenar. These Wisps were not unlike those found throughout Sosaria, but they were different. The ones in Sosaria are more powerful then their cousins in this far away land, but they still share the same mysterious traits. One being, where did they come from, and why is it that from time to time, they help Humanity.

Some say they were ancestors who have been sent by the gods to help people in times of need. Others say they are gods themselves who have tried to live a sense of solitude wandering the forests and providing miracles for nature. The Wisps of Ilshenar though defy this logic of solitude, for when Ilshenar was found all those years ago, an entire community of Wisps and a temple of sorts was found inside of a mountain, not far from a Shrine dedicated to the Virtue of Honor.

Greyskull had come here after speaking to a Meer Elder, who provided clues to helping him rebuild or replace the “Prisonstone” as the Meer called it. After dispatching a few gazers and pesky imps, the old man made his way inside the Wisps lair.
Moments after entering, the old man came across a few wisps, two of the three left as he approached, the third on the other hand slowly floated over and began to circle the old man. “Well hello there little friend” the old man chuckled as he watched the Wisp make another go around.

The Wisp then slowed and stopped at the old mans pack and began to speak in whistles and clicks, the language still to be deciphered by the best of Human and even Elven scholars. “I don’t understand you my little friend. Although if I may make a guess…” and the old man reached into his pack and produced a necklace with a shattered center crystal.
Once produced, the Wisp began to spin faster and faster and whistle louder and louder “Settle down, settle down. Easy now I mean no harm.” Greyskull said calmly. And to those words, and to the old mans surprise, the Wisp slowed and settled down and floated up to his face. Greyskull looked at the Wisp and could swear the faceless ball of pure mystical energy was peering into his soul.

After a few moments, Greyskull had felt as though he could hear the Wisp speaking to him. It wasn’t completely coherent, but he could almost make out words such as “danger” and “responsibility” and something along the lines of “Prisonstone unsafe”.
“I am here concerning this stone, I need it repaired or replaced. It is to hold a man of sheer hatred against all who oppose him. A man who would kill just for the sheer joy of hearing a victim scream.” He lowered his head in shame as he spoke of his brother Gryhm.

The Wisp again made a rudimentary contact with Greyskull, and a word such as “impossible to repair” and “replace unsafe” were heard inside the old mans head. “There MUST be a way. Please, help me find a way”.
The Wisp began to circle the old mans head, “Follow” was heard and the two began to proceed deeper into the Wisps temple.

Behind a large set of doors and down some steps, around a few corners and through another set of doors they came to a large room, a library. There were dusty books strewn all over the floor and along the top of a table in the middle of the room. The Wisp slowly floated around the room and along the bookcases. Along the floor and table as if searching for something of great importance.
After a few minutes, it settled and circled a book on the very top shelf of one of the bookcases. The old man made his way over “I am guessing my little friend, that you found something for me?” the old man looked around and found no ladder to reach the top shelf. “Well this should be interesting” the old man pulled back the sleeves to his robe, closed his eyes and concentrated. He then began to chant “*” over and over and he began to feel weightless.
As he reached the Wisp, he opened his eyes and grabbed the tattered book and slowly descended back to the floor.

Feeling a bit lightheaded, the old man sat at the table and opened the book softly to make sure he didn’t tear he pages.
Inside he noticed words he had no chance to make out. Words so ancient they may not have been spoken since the book was first written. “Nothing good can come from this. I must find a way to make out these words” the old man shook his head at his bad luck. “Help we give” and “right path” was heard in his head.
Greyskull nodded and closed the book.
“I know of a place I can go to get this deciphered. The Isle of Verity and the Lycaeum. They will have what I need.” The old man stood up from his chair “I thank you my little friend. Perhaps one day we can speak again”.
The only reply he heard as the Wisp floated away sounded like “Go in peace” and “good journey”.

[Gryhm Greymalkin]

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Jhelom Docks were busy with activity. The Day was loud and boisterous as two ships carrying men and supplies were being loaded for parts unknown. A third ship, The Condor, was deemed the flagship and was to be supplied with sparse provisions for now.

Gryhm stood on the docks with his hands on his hips and he smiled with joy. Things were going slowly, but smoothly, and his plans to create a vast army were beginning to take shape.

“Sir, the other ships are loaded and ready to depart. They await your final inspection,” said a sailor respectfully.
“Thank you, tell them I shall be there in a moment” replied Gryhm.

“The winds are in our favor General” said Celebrakka “We should be at our destination within a day. Are you sure you wish not to take the Moongates? We would be there in an eye blink and save resources.”
“You know damn well I don’t like that magic travel” Gryhm said sternly “besides, I had been locked away so long that I don’t mind a longer ride.”

“You never did say where it was we were going. We are not going with the other ships?” Celebrakka asked
“No, we will be heading northeast, to Ocllo. If that’s what it is still called, then to Moonglow.”
“Ocllo sir? What is in Ocllo?” the Elven Archer looked puzzled
“I have a family home there. And if I know my brother, it’s still there after all these years. It will make a good base for now until I can make preparations elsewhere.”

“And Moonglow?” Celebrakka asked while tilting his head
“That one is a mystery to me. I feel I need to be there, but can’t for the life of me know why. Something of importance is on that damn island I feel it, but don’t know what it is.” Gryhm clenched his fists as he usually did with unknowns. He didn’t like not being in control of his destiny but he would not be denied.

An hour later, the three ships departed two to the northwest full of men and supplies to an undisclosed destination, and one to the northeast to Gryhm continuing journey.