Historical Delvings

[Highlander]

I don't have time for another wild goose chase...was Lori's primary thought as she looked back towards the cold cityscape of Sarshel. Grey sea, grey sky, grey buildings, interspersed with patches of white snow. Her gaze lingered especially out to sea and to the east, but she just shrugged, wrapped her scarf more snugly around herself, and pressed on up the road to Songhall. A familiar road, but still not an easy one, even for a prepared mage, and on her arrival at the mountain halls of lore, she wasted little time lingering in the Thirsty Fool before heading for the endless lines of tomes. History and Chronicles...a huge section, and she stood a bit overawed at the shelves stretching around the chamber. With a sigh and a polite smile, she approached the section's curator, and outlined what she was looking for.

"I am looking for chronicles of events that may have taken place on the 7th Mirtul...no, not this one, but the same date or near to it in the past. Portentially round numbers of years ago, preferably, that will narrow it down a bit.....yes, unusual events, weather, disappearances...unless you have any personal recollections of those who practiced dark magic - such things may not be written down, but wizards can be dreadful egomaniacs, and like to boast, don't you find?" A wry smile to the curator, hoping that he may be able to point her some way towards the needle in the haystack. She could not spend long here, with other plans brewing in the city, but perhaps in a day or two, she could make some progress..?

Spoiler:

Lori has made a roll of 21 in Knowledge: History and 19 in Knowledge: Planes, should that be required

[Obsidian Sea]

Lori Peveril is no stranger to Songhall. Since the disaster at The Velvet Chantry, and owing to the continuing circumstances of the new Impilturan climate, the fortress of Songhall has become scarce of faces that might greet or interest the Enchantress, in contrast to earlier - seemingly simpler - days. The Borsavin boy is serving at the bar against when she arrives at The Thirsty Fool. As ever, the lad has a good-natured eagerness about him to see to the lady's comfort, and an ineptness at making small talk that seems exclusive to Lori, and Lori alone. That her time spent at the inn is only fleeting one might daresay is the feature disappointment in Milos Borsavin's day.

The curator is willing to assist with Lori's search parameters, but does not prove to be especially able. The search is, after all, quite specific and many historical publications deal in specific years; the natural progression of the Dale Reckoning calendar is heeded; the duration of dynasties or the reign of specific rulers, too. Significant chunks of the Interregnum cannot be accounted for even in the comprehensive libraries of Songhall, and perhaps that is the bane of Lori's search.

At the end of the first day, the search proves fruitless, yet the Wizard from Lyrabar navigates the historical archives with confidence and experience, and she can be certain that the fruitlessness of the search lies in the inadequacies of the library, or in the very falseness of the search's concept - she prepares to leave Songhall late in the next day, with no doubt that her search had been thorough. Returning her key to the innkeeper, who tends the bar that evening instead of his son, it seems as though the journey to Songhall rewards her only in reminding her that her diligence knows no error. Yet when she departs the inn, passing by the sealed doors of The Velvet Chantry, she hears the very name "Lady Peveril" being called down to her from the stairway that rises nearby towards Songhall's domestic streets.

//OOC: To be continued serverside at the next convenience of both DM and player.