You greet Calarandir.  How friendly!

It's Night
 You're in a meadow on a green fluffy hill. Flowers and herbs are growing
 here, but here and there you see broken stems. It seems as if some nasty
 creatures lurking around here enjoy destroying them.
There are eight obvious exits: northup, northeast, eastdown,
southeast, southdown, southwest, westdown, northwest.
A black leather whip.
Calarandir and a cat-eyed purple female gremlin.

look at elf
Calarandir is a thin-faced mysterious male elf.
He has scars on his nose, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He has blue eyes.
He has very long white hair.
He is tall and skinny for an elf.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wielding a wooden staff with his right hand.
He is wearing a black leather jacket, a diamond necklace, a pair of black
leather boots, a pair of black leather trousers, a pair of leather gloves
and a small herb bag.

You sit down to rest a while.
Calarandir nods friendly.
You ask Calarandir in Quenya: have you done all the slab translations
yet?
Calarandir states quietly in Ancient: Tar, Delia
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Hello, Delia
Calarandir states quietly in Common: No, only the important parts
nod
You nod.
You tell Calarandir in Ancient: I've started to translate them too...though
its hard and tedious wor.
Calarandir asks you in Common: You are trying your luck yourself?
Calarandir smiles.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Yes, very hard
You nod slightly to Calarandir.
Calarandir analyses eight chodolaxes and four garlics.
Calarandir puts eight chodolaxes and four garlics into the herb bag.
You softly say in Ancient: had some trouble with the tougher vampires when I
ran out of garlic...killed atleast ten of them already
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Could you speak common or quenya
please?
You nod.
say my ancient isn't what it should be yet, I know
You softly say in Quenya: my ancient isn't what it should be yet, I know
Calarandir states quietly in Common: It's not too bad
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I guess you are translating for the
Shaolin?
Two red glowing eyes glare at you from out of the dark.
Calarandir sits down to rest a while.
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: For my own purposes too...but yes, I am
expected to give the masters a full translation.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Expected even, they expect a lot
You softly say in Quenya: i'm not sure of all of them...but I trust
yegerfin
Calarandir smiles.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Excuse, but my experiences with the
Shaolin have not always been the best
You nod.
You softly say in Quenya: the range of personalities and interests there is
quite bit too much sometimes
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Dekhan assisted some darkelves to get
information out of me and generally tries to hurt my reputation.
You softly say in Quenya: Dekhan is a weird one sometimes, he makes me a bit
edgy
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I give all my knowledge about the slabs
to Mathias, Venim and Mazarmormuk and hope they will make a wise choice as
of whom to share it with
You nod understandingly.
You softly say in Quenya: the Crusaders and Asrals have approached me
too
Calarandir states quietly in Common: It has become impossible to gain
advantages for the scribes anyway
Something small scurries through the grass.
Calarandir asks you in Common: They did?
You softly say in Quenya: yes...it has been a while though when they did
Calarandir goes hmmmm.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: That would give me a reason to ask for
something, like some gold for the new scribes branch
You softly say in Quenya: i've been thinking about asking the Queen for some
support too
Calarandir states quietly in Common: The queen...how much of the translation
do you have?
You softly say in Quenya: very little...I started only about two days
ago
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And crusaders and Asrals gave you
nothing?
You softly say in Quenya: but I know about the Queen and Vlad
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: I have the first and the sixth slab you have
translated.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Then you know the queens special role
in this
You softly say in Quenya: though some parts are missing from the end
Calarandir states quietly in Common: It's a shame how incapable some people
are to keep secrets
Calarandir grins slightly.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Well, I guess that was to be expected
and might even turn out to be good
You softly say in Quenya: i learned about Vlad and the Queen when Vlad
attacked Elvandar some years ago
Calarandir states quietly in Common: We might share the work and be done a
lot faster
Something small scurries through the grass.
You agree with Calarandir.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I already approached Rah, but he never
answered my request for assistance
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Jezz and Raptor are our worsed enemies
however. They are well able to translate the slabs themselves and I don't
want to know what they will do with the information
You softly say in Quenya: he asked me to write him a book about ancient
language, but I have never seen him since
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Same here
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Are you just going to translate the
slabs, give the translation to Yegerfin and that's it?
You softly say in Quenya: i see no harm if I did gave the translation to
Yegerfin
You softly say in Quenya: or what says you?
Calarandir states quietly in Common: That's not what my question was aiming
for
Calarandir smiles.
You softly say in Quenya: my actions will depend on what information I learn
from the translation...
You softly say in Quenya: atleast becoming Vlad's vampire whore is not in my
long-range plans
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I were more asking what you are going
to do with the translation yourself or what Yegerfin is going to do with it.
I guess you are not translating out of boredom
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: Of that, I assure you.
Something large and black flutters by and vanishes in the darkness.
Calarandir tells you in Common: I would not consider that in my worsed
nightmares.
Calarandir smiles at you.
You softly say in Quenya: Yegerfin...and about the rest of the Shaolin too
are in the dark about the translations
You softly say in Quenya: but Yegerfin will propably take as active role as
he is able in order to counter Vlad's plans
You softly say in Quenya: of the others I cannot vouch for
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I for example were going to 'sell' the
translation to some selected persons to gain gold for the scribes guild
development
Calarandir states quietly in Common: But those plans do not look
fullfillable right now
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: Of course I can ask for a little donation for
the scribes for all my troubles...
You softly say in Quenya: Yegerfin is actually quite rich
Calarandir nods slightly.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I know
Calarandir states quietly in Common: But with Omen and me the scribes are
not really cooperating in this right now. Also it is impossible to translate
the slabs at all without protection by the crusaders and some others. For me
at least
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: I can take care of most of the vampires
there...if they are alone that is.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And they are not even as interested as
I hoped. Actually they do not care for the fact that Vlad plans to destroy
Forostar
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Oh, I am not afraid of the
vampires...
You softly say in Quenya: but other factions...

Dawn has brightened the land.

Calarandir states quietly in Common: Raptor and Jezz will kill me if they
get the chance. I've done too much politics against them. But those were
quite successfull at least
Calarandir smiles proudly.
You softly say in Quenya: I met Jezz some days ago...seems their clergy has
dimished from what I last saw them
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Anyway, the crusaders do not care for
the core problem
Something large and black flutters by and vanishes in the darkness.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Yes, but Jezz alone is threat enough
for me...not to mention Vlad who would not be pleased about me
nod understandingly
You nod understandingly.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And Cathal does not trust me
You softly say in Quenya: i have no wish to go against either of them alone
too...I've seen the outcome a few times...
Calarandir states quietly in Common: The Asral clerics ignore the threat and
prefer to make war with Elvandar
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Alltogether quite disappointing
Calarandir states quietly in Common: So far the only thing was that Venim
aproached me with his plans to share possible treasures
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And I am seriously worried about that
attitude, but of course crusaders stick together and will not listen to me
and my worries
Calarandir sighs.
You softly say in Quenya: The Shaolin will propably move to counter
Vlad...but there are some...like Dekhan who would prefer to let the whole
thing rest as "interfering will just bring more conflict and suffering"
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Maybe Dekhan is just not aware of the
facts
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And he seems to know nothing about
history
Calarandir asks in Common: I guess you know the history of Vlad, humans and
insects pretty well?
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: Somewhat...Vlad was human royalty I
believe...a man whom anyone trusted and who could inspire tremendous loyalty
in his subjects.
You softly say in Quenya: i don't recall who the "fling" with him and
Gwenlanea started, but it was there none-the-less
You softly say in Quenya: Sathonys created the insects after being
disappointed with the humans, right?
You softly say in Quenya: my memory is a bit shoddy here...
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I am pretty sure there was a big
complot

The day has begun.

<shaolin> Gadihel: It's now around the first quarter of the 7. hour
of this day of Spirituality.
<shaolin> Gadihel: Nothing disturbs the peace of the temple.
You softly say in Quenya: what i'm completely unsure about is when Vlad
decided to attack the elves
Calarandir states quietly in Common: The death of Tar-Rocthlu without a
heir, the rise of Vlad, the arrival of humans, the war with the elves, the
creation of insects all happened in a very short period of time and I do not
believe in accidents
You softly say in Quenya: but in the deciding battle Gwenlanea herself shot
the fatal arrow at Vlad
A slight breeze makes the grass move gently in the wind.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Only 30 years and Forostar almost fell
forever. The battles ahead will be worse by far
You softly say in Quenya: i guess shortly after that he became the thing he
is
Calarandir shakes his head in disagreement to you.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I don't know about that arrow...
Calarandir states quietly in Common: But it took 1000 years for him to
become what he is now
Calarandir states quietly in Common: 1000 years his corpse rested in the
pyramid
You listen to Calarandir.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Where did you hear about that arrow?
That would be indeed interesting and unexpected to me
You softly say in Quenya: it was around the time when I was a member of the
Legion and Vlad attacked Elvandar
Calarandir asks in Common: And that piece of information is reliable?
You softly say in Quenya: we marched to the gates and fought Vlad there, and
we managed to drive him off...after that I hunted him for days, and managed
to find him in a condition fitting the corpse he is, and I shall always
curse the day when my arm was not strong enough...
You softly say in Quenya: only one blow and this would not be now...
Calarandir goes hmmmm.
You softly say in Quenya: afterwards Vlad captured me and took me as a
prisoner in the Tower of Pain in the tundra
A little mouse catches sight of you and flees into a small hole in the
ground.
You softly say in Quenya: but the arrow bit is deduced from bits of
conversation with Vlad and elven scholars
Calarandir states quietly in Common: It is said he is immortal
You softly say in Quenya: well...atleast it seemed he could be immobilized
atleast
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And that only love can make him
mortal...
You softly say in Quenya: atleast I believe so
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Which leads us back to Gwenlaneas role
in the whole thing
You softly say in Quenya: but is she willing to test that theory...
You shake your head in disagreement.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Well, I think she will have to. But it
looks indeed impossible on first sight
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Cathal and the crusaders wanted to
approach her carefully. But they never did it.
Hmmmmm.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: They are always happy to hear new parts
of the translation or other helpfull information. But don't ask them to do
something themselves...
You softly say in Quenya: of course I could inquire about Vlad when I write
her the letter...
A slight breeze makes the grass move gently in the wind.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: To be honest I doubt it will be you and
me fighting Vlad in the end. It will be other people and usually those are
the greedy ones. I'd just wish they would proof their interest and ability
to do some work beforehand so there are no bad surprises later
You softly say in Quenya: though I'm pretty sure its we who have to do all
the groundwork for all this...the brutes will go where they are pointed
Calarandir states quietly in Common: The greatest of all warriors will fight
him in the end and they will continue fighting each other for what they
think could grant them power until only one is left. That one will become
the new Vlad...
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I see no way to avoid that scenario,
but it will safe Forostar for another 1000 years
You softly say in Quenya: guess that would be a good outcome too
Calarandir states quietly in Common: The best outcome possible
Something small scurries through the grass.
You softly say in Quenya: if any of us are still walking this earth still,
we can manipulate events then to avoid all this unnecessary hassle
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And you and me will smooth the way. To
safe Forostar and to create a new Vlad. Somehow I do not like that
You softly say in Quenya: but that is then and not our concern yet
You softly say in Quenya: maybe we can find a way to be rid of him for
good...time is short but miracles can happen
Calarandir tells you in Common: Imagine Yegerfin as the new Vlad, or
Mathias, Mazarmormuk...Korsario...
Calarandir shudders.
You agree with Calarandir.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: And again it seems well planned to
me
Calarandir states quietly in Common: After all Sathonys himself is
responsible for the creation of this ugly race. Only to gain control over
one of them and make him stronger than his current first warrior is
Calarandir states quietly in Common: What we are planning is not to destroy
the evil. We are little helpers in the whole puzzle I'm afraid
You softly say in Quenya: what you say worries me, but unless we find
another way to proceed I see little choice
Calarandir nods slightly.
A little mouse catches sight of you and flees into a small hole in the
ground.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: That's the problem with gods. We will
never be able to overcome their endless power
Calarandir states quietly in Common: We have no choice but to play their
game
Calarandir asks you in Common: Do you think I am paranoid?
You smile slightly.
You softly say in Quenya: with gods around, I'd be amazed to find one who
isn't
Calarandir thanks you.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I hoped you would say something like
that. It means I might be wrong
You softly say in Quenya: hope is the one thing we need to cling to
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Maybe we can find a weak one to take
the role of the warriors in the end...although we will send that person to
eternal damnation
Calarandir states quietly in Common: If a halfling would become Sathonys new
first warrior somehow...that would weaken him a lot
A slight breeze makes the grass move gently in the wind.
You ask in Quenya: Should we damn ourselves doing so?
You softly say in Quenya: though I realize sacrifices are needed in this
Calarandir states quietly in Common: But then we have to convince the
tshaharks that this is the best way. And Sathonys made them stupid so they
probably won't notice
You smirk.
Calarandir sighs.
Calarandir tells you in Common: It is all well thought through.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: I just hope not too well for us
mortals
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Maybe magic can balance gods power some
day
You softly say in Quenya: I will do what is in my power to stop this...he
will not get me again
You tell Calarandir in Quenya: I hope so.
Calarandir nods slightly.
Calarandir states quietly in Common: Good luck, if you want to focus on some
special slab tell me and I choose another