OOC: I think Pyro may be waiting for a more complete turn list, or confirmation that mine is accurate. As I said, I only started looking at a certain point, and there might be requests that I had missed. If someone could find look from page 85 going backward to Taupe's request, we should be able to see if I missed anyone.
Kronk entered 3's room, where he sat at his desk, laughing.
"What's so funny sir?"
"Nothing much, it's just that after all this time it looks like I've found a new playmate. The inquisition never really posed enough challenge for me to bother with, and with the MechaTechno already firmly on my side, I've not a an opponent worth my time. At least, not since Dark One died, or whatever it is gods do when they cease to exist. Any way, now that Don Pedro is here I finally have someone to challenge me."
"That's great news sir. Anyway, I was on my way here when I saw one of the guys at the order coming to deliver you a message, so I managed to convince him to hand it to me. As far as I can tell, he hasn't tried to peek at it."
"Very good, hand it here would you?"
Kronk gives 3 the letter. After reading it and examining the coin inside it, he smiles.
"It seems that Dark Two has gotten caught up in the game himself. That reminds me, I have letter for him. Would you mind delivering for me when you get the chance?"
"Not a problem sir."
As 3 continues to examine the coin, Kronk delivers his report on recent events.
"Hmmm, rectified spirits eh? Not many sane people will deal with the stuff. Must be Pedro. Probably used it to create this coin. I know I sensed magic a while ago, this must have been it. I've got nothing else I need you for today, why don't you go get yourself dinner and meet with me in the usual time in the morning."
"Very well sir."
Kronk leaves, carrying the letter with him to the dining hall. After he leaves, someone else enters.
"Ah, 7. It's been so long. How's mother?"
"She's well. What's this thing you needed me to pass on to her? Why's it so special you didn't bother to use a construct?"
"Simple. There's an agent of the organization known as Regenreich in DoomForests. This organization seems to operate by having agents possess mortals, and then acting through them. I know they aren't based in this dimension, and besides what I've already said, I don't know much else. This sheet contains a copy of a list of materials this agent says he needs. This one is a copy of a contract he sent me. He apparently needs 9 dwarves to sign it, as he requires they're assistance. I've looked them over and for the life of me can't figure out what they could be used for. I want the others to take a look at them, maybe they'll know something I don't. I also received a warning that the contract should not be altered in any way, as the results would be extremely dire. Try to send word if the others can figure anything out. Also tell mother I said 'hi'."
"Will do. Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of."
With that 7 leaves, heading towards the caverns.
"Now for this coin. I know that this is what Pedro mentioned in his letter, but does it do what I think it does? I think I have just the way to test it....."
With that, he takes out the Dark One's other gift, and touches the coin to it while saying a strange word. As soon as the coin touches the gift, it vanishes. He then goes around the room, checking every large object, then, satisfied, he touches the gift to each while saying the same word. Once his larger things are gone, he touches the gift to the ground in a few places, while saying two words each time. At each place he touched, there was a small flash of sickly green light, then a construct made largely of crundle bones appeared. He gave them their instructions, then once they had left with the rest of his things he leaves the room as well. He touches the gift to a small rune on the wall, which was connected to a trail of runes reaching to the floor, disappearing under the dust. He says several words, after checking to make sure no on was watching. The trail of runes glowed red for a moment. He leaves, smiling to himself. Behind him, there is no trace that the room he had just left ever existed.
As he walks through the hall towards the caverns, he thinks back to all the fun he had with the Dark One, then begins softly singing, "Beware, beware of the words I twist, I am small but my reach is long. And the ravens black against the winters mist are whispering the half man's song....."
Letter for Dark Two:
Dear Klan Master:
Thank you for sending this coin to me. I have a few ideas on how to use it, but I will need sometime to test them first, as one must be cautious with such things. Regarding your other letter, if you truely want to know about your predecessor, meet me in the dinning hall of Old DoomForests sometime. At night preferably, as some parts of the story can be rather morbid, and I wouldn't want to cause a disturbance by reciting them to half the fort. The exact date is up to you, as I'm free most of the time, but I understand that you are quite busy and have a lot to take care of. Just send me a letter when you've figured out when would be best.
Regards, Drazoth the 3rd.