The Crimson Trial/Plot Details

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 * Sharzalion: How dare you eavesdrop on me! What do you want?

Valderotaux: Now, now. Give it a rest, Sharz. I'm sure there is an explanation for this. Well, sir/madam? Let's hear it.

Sharzalion: Oh, never mind. Say, you are a red mage, like me. I have a tale you may wish to hear, but I shall not tell it for free.

Sharzalion: Well, I've heard that in Davoi they store their riches in many different vaults. I seek to borrow some Orcish dry food from them, you see.

Sharzalion: Would you mind running this errand for me? Only then I shall tell you my tale. I guarantee it will be worth your while.

Sharzalion: That's the spirit, my friend. Now, head to Davoi and search the Orcs' storage holes.

Sharzalion: The malicious Orcs dig false ones, and often move their treasure from hole to hole as well. Never assume it will stay in one place for long!
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 * colspan="2"| The Crimson Trial (pt.2 - Southern San d'Oria
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 * Sharzalion: Exellent form, my friend. I am impressed.
 * Sharzalion: Exellent form, my friend. I am impressed.

Valderotaux: Well, I'll be! She's got more talent than you I dare say.

Sharzalion: My dear sir, will you not hush? I wish to tell my tale. First, are you the daring type?

Sharzalion: Hmph. Only the meek say such things.

Sharzalion: At any rate, my tale takes place in the church. Something is sometimes sighted there.

Sharzalion: What is, you ask? How obtuse! I speak of course of a spirit, a ghost! Have you not felt it so, by the look of the interior there?

Sharzalion: So, after learning of the rumors, I went to investigate.

Sharzalion: The catacombs underneath the structure were so frightening, even I was taken aback.

Sharzalion: But it scared me not, for seen I paid it no heed.

Valderotaux: Well? Did you find it or not?

Sharzalion: Why, you--! Silence please. At least until the end.

Sharzalion: Anyway, I thought I might as well say a prayer, so I walked before the altar.

Sharzalion: And then, I felt my skin crawl. I tried to spin around, but I could not move!

Sharzalion: Ever I felt it creep closer. But I heard not a footstep!

Valderotaux: Hmm.

Sharzalion: Still I felt it draw closer, so I summoned all my strength to turn and look behind me.

Sharzalion: And I saw it right there! Right next to me!

Valderotaux: Was it floating in the air?

Sharzalion: Yes, and not only that, it wore a fine suit of armor. Obviously it was no mortal person, for I could see right through it.

Valderotaux: Thank heavens you're alive!

Sharzalion: Yes, well... Ere long it disappeared, surrendering but a glimpse to me. Yet that was enough, for I knew who it was.

Sharzalion: It was Rainemard.

Valderotaux: Rainemard? Yes, I've heard that name. Say, he was a red mage, like you! Ah, those were the days...

Sharzalion: This is no time to reminisce! Have you forgotten how he died? Surely he has come for revenge.

Valderotaux: Come to think of it, Rainemard had a daughter, didn't he? What was her name again?

Sharzalion: Did he? That I did not know. Pray tell, Valdero, who was she?

Valderotaux: Oh... I can't remember. Many an age has passed since those days.

Sharzalion: I see. Well, so ends my tale. What, you didn't like it? Forgive me! Rarely are ghost stories told well. At any rate, this is for you.

Valderotaux: Wait, I remembered her name! The daughter of the red mage Rainemard!

Sharzalion: It's about time. Well, tell us, then!

Valderotaux: It was Curilla... Yes, Curilla was her name. I remember Rainemard watched over her well.

Sharzalion: Curilla? Hmm... Curilla... I've heard that name before.

Sharzalion: Wait, the maiden general was named Curilla! Yes, she would bea bout that age, too. Who would have thought that she was Rainemard's daughter!

Valderotaux: It must be a terrible thing...to hear your father's spirit still wanders.

Sharzalion: Truly!
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