This was a note to lure people into my massive-mechanical tent trap.

Get the whole party to sit inside a tent with me. Then collapse the (80pt massive mechanical trap) tent. Have a friend feed me a Cure Light and then loot the bodies.

:)



I never actually got to do it.

:(





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(note: scrawled)



Baron Darren,



I am a loyal citizen of Capulus that is in dire need of your help.  I have sent this messenger in the hopes that you will take pity on me.  Please compensate him.  



My name is Gadlen.  I am being kept against my will by a liche named Trajan.  He is forcing me to assist him in his research for a powerful weapon.  Without me, he cannot make the magic permanent.  If I do not help him, he will kill me and my family.  My only hope is that you come to my aid.  



Each day, for an hour I walk the woods in search of supplies for his experiments. Yesterday, I met a man that lives in a stone hut by the name of Dirham. Find him and be as reasonable with him as you can. He will help you find the cave's entrance.  It is very well hidden.



Beware, Trajan has created many powerful and intelligent creatures to slave by my side which would undoubtedly defend him.  Some are even incorporeal in nature.  Also, his kind cannot be hurt by any normal means.  Bring no more than five companions or he will be able to sense your presence long before you reach the cave!  I realize that the danger is great. You will be well compensated.  Bring a spell book for me to study and I will fight by your side!  Please hurry, his creatures do not sleep and nor have I since my enslavement.



                                Gadlen



Find Dirham at the end of this map.











[this is the map to Dirham's stone hut.

The map is clear.  It looks to be a 1 hour

walk from Ravenholt, going East,

toward Westmarch]





Know that this is a tale of Jhivantane, the of Jewel of Tyrra, and that this was in the time of Haroun Al Raschid, King of Kings, Prince of all the lands of the known Worlds.



There was no court that was like to Haroun Al Raschid's. He had gathered to him all manner of great men from all corners of the world.  There were sages and wise men, and alchemists, geographers and geomancers, mathematicians, and astronomers, translators and archivists, jurists, grammarians, cadis and scribes.



	In his court were the greatest teachers of the humans and the greatest monks of the Dwarves (a dirty folk who did not bathe and who venerate the dried dung of their leader, whom they called Chieftain).  And you must realize, he had with him the greatest scholars of the world in his presence.



Thus his palace was the palace of Wisdom.



There were magicians in his palace, astrologers who could interpret the will of the heavens from the high dances of the distant stars.  Enchanters from Sessuar and far off lands with high fur hats and long sleeves full of secrets.  And there were poets and musicians, and men of high wit and perfect taste.  And there were strange prodigies in that place-- men with the heads of animals,  and animals that spoke like men,  And marvelous mechanical wonders that counterfeited life, and sang, or moved when they were spoken to.



Thus his palace was the palace of Wonders.



For those were days of wonders.  And Haroun Al Raschid was a wise king.  When he sat in judgment, even his sages were astonished at the sagacity of his verdicts.  Under him the city prospered, and the whole of Tyrra flowered and blossomed.



But Haroun Al Raschid was troubled in his soul.



And, dressed as a merchant from a far off land, he would travel through the city, sampling its delights and tasting its wares, ennobling the virtuous and entertaining and casting down the wicked and the dull.  And in this way he encountered stories stranger then hitherto told, even in the marketplace of Jhivantane.