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  Within the boundaries of Sharn, The City Of Towers, of the middle district of Underlook inside one those tavern where everybody is someone who preferred to be known as nobody and the locals are friendly with everyone who can afford to be nobody. Two Halflings after exiting the tavern return immediately back inside the tavern screaming, “Hey there a big hunt going on outside, Its look like those freaks are…” then suddenly a figure darted into the tavern using his back to closed-bolt the door behind him.
  He looked around the tavern desperately. First at the dozen or so faces in the room then past them as to be looking for another exit.
  The bartender seeing this screamed, “Hey over here, behind here and just keep quiet, I get rid of them.”
  The man did not hesitate but did sure his steps as he darted toward the bar’s counter, jumping over it then ducked behind it.
  As soon as he was out of sight two big strange-looking creatures came rushing into the door. They pause to look at the crowd and as they looked at the half-orc bartender; the bartender screamed at them, “Hey you, I told you fanatics don’t come in here! Leave now or I will bring the Watch to your new home with some wild story beyond the filth your buddies does do! 
  Out! Now!”
  Then with a momentary pause the bartender then said, “Fellas!”
  At this, three large orcs sitting at the table at the end of the counter farthest from the the exit stood up holding war-axes with a fourth, a female half-orc who stood as her eyes turned black.
  The female start whispering arcane mumbling and the first abomination at the door start shaking and with a strong effort he said, "Wait, we looking for draped man with shining sword, No trouble for you.“
  The bartender answered, "Do you see shining man here, Get out! You it!”
  Suddenly the other one start shaking as four more smaller strange creatures barged into the door behind wrapped in rags that partially hid their tentacles.
  A few men in the bar crowd start drawing their weapons as the tension in the room rose with them from their chairs dramatically.
  One of the men in the bar crowd shouted “You aren’t taking me anywhere alive. You monsters!”
  Then another one in the bar crowd screamed in a loud eerie voice, “Get out of here or I will rip your precious right to Khyber out of your love.”
  This statement caught all their attentions as they all start moving back thru the door they entered with the first two telling the others, “I see no swordsman we want here.”
  And then one of the smaller one answered, “Let’s check down this road a little more.”
  After they exited with a couple of minutes passed with the halflings watching from the door, the halflings announced they were returning to their new holes.
  The bartender signaled the robed man it was safe to stand up and said “Don’t tell us anything, we just don’t like them, but we also don’t want to know their business either.“ The bartender held both his palms in front of his body pointing at the stranger as he said this.
  Nevertheless, there was others in the crowd who did want to know what was going on and one of the customer demanded the stranger let him buy the drinks while he tell those who would joined him at his booth in the rear of tavern why he had to put the fear of Khyber or threaten to take the love of Khyber out of those scary-looking Dragon Below cultists.
  As soon as the stranger climbed over the bar and a couple of others whom stood up to the Dragon Below joined the man and the stranger in the booth.
  The man who extended his booth to the group introduced himself as…

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As the stranger joined John at his booth he revealed a well kept beautiful silverish sword. Some in the tavern who was watching the mysterious drape man gestures of gratitude and his approach to booth breath out feeling of relief when the stranger shown them that he was carrying a silvered weapon which means he was out there killing the cultists or at least their abominations.

The stranger then placed his fullblade leaning against the booth bench as he started to sit on the bench as if he were in full armor under the large robe.

While accepting John invite everybody else who was interested in knowing what was going on joined them pulling chairs to the booth and realized there were looks of a dragonborn behind the draping hood and the stranger was wearing armor.

John and two others whom were sitting across from the stranger started looked at one another and at how his robe was tied on him in a manner that made it difficult for anyone to see his full features.

The stranger started talk with hesitation in a manner that he had to pause to clear his throat. When he finally spoken there a subtle air sound in his voice and immediately the men at the table realized that, the stranger was wearing a mask to resemble a dragonborn.

“Please don’t become alarm. If you been around the dragonborn race you will see that I'm wearing a mask on my head and shoulder. I am really from a different place that is farther than any place you know that is far from here.

My name is Ankarv”

He only pronounced and sounded the word dragonborn and Ankarv perfectly in common but all the other words carried a heavy dialect some sort of creolization of the common language.

The tone of his voice was in a manner that shown he was about to announce something that was apprehensive and urgent while emitting a note of importance that convened by his body language and discouraged any who may wanted to interrupt.

Overall to the strong-willed and powerful men that by chance was at that tavern in Sharn’s Underlook district was too fascinated by the stranger only listen attentively.

The stranger continued on saying “But where I come from is less a tiding to share for I witnessed a sad sight and now I must approach others for help.

I were with five others like myself, six of us in all when we came to this place, Sharn of Khorvaire to retrieve an item, a weapon like this sword I am carrying. This sword and all other like it are crafted and held precious by my people.”

He paused showing he was not sure of the word he used to explain what he meant and followed up with a reflex in the form of his first perfectly pronounced non-dialect common language sentence saying, “That's if precious is the right word.”

Then by the way he moved his head was also familiar gesture of a person who was surprised by the words that the person had just said.

He immediately returned to his broken common language usage by saying, “I saying precious, to say the item isn’t valuable as some items  that can be traded for riches but for us my people, the G’thyaenkee these swords are worth more than any one of our lives and no people anywhere are allow to wield or possess them but us.

We stalked those who do and we followed one here to this place to return it home. You understand now? This is my duty and what I do,” Then he perfectly pronounced his second perfect common language sentence “I’m a G’thyaenkee Sword Stalker and unfortunate this is also a less tiding now because of what I just saw earlier this day.

We didn’t expected their numbers outside the building and in the lower level underneath their tower to be as vast but we did managed to fight our way into their tower where they are keeping our sword. It was a struggle getting in there but we prevailed until we was met by two powerful creatures.

This creatures were not man like us, they are some kind immortal creatures, the kind I had never fought before nor anything like them either and I have fought many different adversaries but never ever one that can’t die. I'd struck one of them good but he disappeared from the place I've slain him instantly and appeared behind me and incapacitated one of my comrades.

These creatures, is what I preferred to called them, must also be from a place farther than the place you would say is far from here but what I found more odd are those Its, as I saw you called them and believe is a good name for them now. They have allow those immortal creatures their throne and fight for them and I did meant odd in manner that I dare not imagined as entertaining!

They also brought creatures I do know called Slaads which are creatures in which all common speaking man must war against.

I have found them inside the tower with more creatures from places I know that you have not known.

 The reason I must seek aid is because of what I sensed those immortals are doing with the slaads’ youngs that are far worse than I have already told you.

Those immortals are remaking those Its into an formidable army by using one of my people swords with couple of other items, creating some kind of machine that is feeding the slaad’s youngs, which are the most foul of them after implanting them into the Its' bodies, making them stronger.

They captured my friends and nearly I but I knew to change tactics and rushed the Its and then fought my way out into here. I knew the people of Sharn must be warned of what I sensed happening in that tower.

I now has this new mission and since the sword I was sent to retrieved was part that sorcery machine, my captured friends swords probably will included to the contraption next.

You must understand what they doing!! Feel this!”

The Sword Stalker pointed at his sword which caused a slight pressure resembling full body ache in all the men that was listening  around the booth then he looked back up at them and as he did this with the aching stopping as fast as it started.

“All our swords can do this and that machine is evil! It feeds those young slaad this magic whiles it dwelling inside a man. Men like us. Those Slaads’ youngs with no magic from our blades, already have a touch that disease it prey.

That machine is making it possible for the salads young to replaced those Its, while the slaad's youngs dwell inside the Its' bodies making them stronger and smarter somehow while doing so.

If they can remake men into Its they may can remake any of us and if so I can't let them get those slaads or their young close to any people outside that building.  

The disease itself cause insanity while inducing its victims to turn on everybody and everything near it's afflicted victim yet somehow in a manner I don’t understand the victims here can control themselves enough but are more stronger.

 I saw them using the sorcery machine, making more Its and I fear the worst for you and us, if I was captured before I can warned you, the people of Khorvaire.

 If those immortal creatures can control what the diseased victims become by keeping the victims to exhausted and weak, you must understand, find help and warn others!  Please, the works of my people cannot and never will be the harbingers of what I have witnessed. Remember that, We, the G’thyaenkee cried for Khorvaire relief to help stop this evil today.

Now, you heard this and I must return to destroy that machine or at least destroy the sword as well as killed the slaad’s young swimming in that pool the machine attached to, You people must know the disease's cure, an old spell that remove ailments that causes insanity and dominates. Prepared yourself for if I failed, and come if you have the cure to save your people I saw there and save my comrades then if you can save me, for now I must return there!”

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