Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 19.666 (section)

==Seeing into the Lore Pool==
Durgaz would also like to know a number of things about that lore pool:
*  the rewording of the 'deal' that apparently took place between it and Kyuad
*  whatever transpired between it and Balal that resulted in the body swap. Seer-Sighting the boro skull should accomplish that.

===Durgaz's Vision from the Boro Skull===
Durgaz would also like to know a number of things about that lore pool:
*  the rewording of the 'deal' that apparently took place between it and Kyuad

===Durgaz's Vision from the Boro Skull:  the Deal with Lore===
What I'd tell you about the "rewording of the deal" is that:
*  it happened in-game, so I won't remember the exact wording -  I'd suggest you ask Steve and Bill OOC to tell you about this in more detail (also to remind me).  I think they'll be cool with letting you know, since they have nothing to fear/hide.
*  I do know that there was NOTHING hidden or anything that Eranon or Kyuad was doing.  (you could see that in vision for a fact)  It was mostly the double-talk of a demon/outsider working to get the best deal possible.
*  the beast "Lore" basically used the fact that Belal and Zal'Kazzir speak to you guys with flowery compliments against them.  This old beast spoke bluntly with no whiley politicing - and hence that WAS it's was of politicing.
*  it's request as that since it gave you the info on where the Cadaverous Eye was that NOW you guys must help it find a new body.  It particularly wanted REVENGE on Belal.  Nothing that it had previously been advisor to Vrolk the Vile, even travelling with him under the Spine of the World.  On the return, Belal (with Vrolk's aid so it says) took Belal out of the Lore Pool (that it was trapped in for unknown reason) and switched "cells"...  Giving Belal the Courtisan Imp Demon's form again.  Lore (not it's real name) was then trapped in the Lore Pool, as you found outside the Obsidian Spire - seeing it "rise" (being built) for the last 127 years!  With a hatred for his old master (the Vile) only bested by his hate of the Courtisan Imp Belal  (he knew it by the original name though).
*  the deal was basically that they would help get it in the vacinity of another body.  It asked for Belal's body.  They said, no - but would help with another body.  It noted another demon under the Vile's manipulation  (name unknown), which was likely the "Vrock thing" (the vulture with wings that left with the Dark Wizard Elven Night King carrying Walden!).  They said they probably wouldn't be able to do that either.  So it suggested a HUMAN body...  When asked why - it asked which human race was now in "control" of the South lands...  They replied Sarcosan, explaining that the Night King Jahzir was now "King of Erenland".  It immediately said it wanted to have a Sarcosan body so that it could go and work it's way into the Night King's court...  Offering to give aid in the future to unravelling the Night King's plans.  <br> Eranon and Kyuad talked about giving it one of the Sarcosans that were prisoners in the Bugbear Slave Caravan  (all Channellers)  but quickly decided against this...

===Durgaz's Vision from the Boro Skull:  Belal and Lore===
*  whatever transpired between it and Balal that resulted in the body swap. Seer-Sighting the boro skull should accomplish that.


...from the distance you can here the snorts of bugbears, those discusting usurpers of orc-kind.  The beasts are snivelling cowards that only find pleasure in beating those beneath their whips.  Perfect whelps for slave-trading they then became for the Master in the North.  Your former troupe (under White Worm) had been forced to make dealings with their kind in the past.  Though not having to work directly with the conniving beastmen, it was they that lead to the deal struck with the Sarcosan Legate that you later learned was selling your Fist into slavery through drug and then latter being dipped in the Black Nail's putrid corpse-making cauldren...  The bugbears lead White Worm to Krell and his huntsmen riders...


...as if seeing from the empty eye holed skull in a blurry black and white vision of the old borro for which you now use, you can see several of the exchanges that you know to have happened below the ridge on which the horses and prisoners stood while your pathwalkers raided the bugbear slaver caravan.  The sun dimmed for a moment as dozens of knarled Goblin arrows rose up and reigned down some one hundred yards away...  It was then that the old beast that gave the name Lore began taunting and teasing the outsider that Zal'Kazzir had freed.  Belal, ever the curious had just finished pilfering the saddle-bags that of the four Sarcosan horses... just before smearing horse dung in the unconcious face of the Vile the old beast noticed the unusual 'container' on the back of Durgaz's horse.  As it sneaked to a perch on the horse looking down into the purple-green swirl that seemed lined with crystaline formations within the skull - then rising to the surface as air bubbles, the spherial forms shifted and turned...  Belal's eyes opened wider and wider...  He knew this thing was - and he was scared!  <br>  ...in a volt of shock - you feel as though SOMETHING had reached into your vision and pricked YOUR eyeballs!!  Something had happened - something not of this Aryth!  and in the black for which the scene had turned, things began to clear again - but the little Courtisian Imp was out of view...  <br> <br>  ... the ever so slowly the head of the frog-like Imp rose into your vision.  It was as if the vision (seen from the skull's eyes)  were looking out from the ridge and the little body of the Outsider Demon had been knocked back and off the horse, lying prone on it's back out from the horse.  You then saw it again when the vision returned, as it sat up on the ground...  <br> <br> ...with a noticably different stance 'Belal' stood again - this time straighter standing than before... walking up to the hind-end of your horse 'Belal' peered into the eye-holes of the skull.......  then grinned with hate....

'''''I seeeee you.  Whatever could you be seeing from this dead bone head?  Are you watching me now?  Watching you back??'''''    <br>   <br> ...clattering it's sharp claws on the bone skull, it is obvious that something has transpired - and NOW 'Lore' was speaking to 'you' from Belal's body!!  This must have been the time when the 'switch' happened.  But HOW is a mystery.  Only sharp pains of that Outsider Magic now remains in Durgaz's mind...  <br> '''''...are you in there 'old friend'?  I had forgotten what slime this outward appearance took shape in old Kor'ahn'''''   <br> (Nazif Kor'ahn is the "true name" of Belal that Zal'Kazzir learned in order to have it become his Courtisan Imp)    <br>   <br> '''''...Do you know 'old friend' how long it took me to master this puddle enough to roll up eyes of the muck to give clarity of vision?  Thirty eight years, four arcs, six days, twenty one hours, fourty two minutes and thirteen beats of my heart...  A life-time for the men of this scourged planet.'''''  <br>   <br>   <br> Slipping around the hind quarter of the horse and out of view the little imp scratched it's claws along the bone, raking ... making a horrid screech just before the horse seemed to shake just a bit  (as Lore jumped onto the back of the horse)  and it continued taunting Belal now seemingly trapped in the liquid pool...  <br>'''''...yes, if it were not for the fact that time now seems to have meaning on this doomed planet - perhaps the decades would have been easier to bare 'old friend'... but knowing we only have a short time left here to sew our seeds, every hour that slipped by seems wasted now - does it not?    <br> Let me remind you Nazif of the horror you, the Vile and Mellifleur gave unto me...   <br> OH - forgive 'old friend' you now HAVE the prison again do you not... mwahahahahahah....    <br>   <br> It seems that you have managed to be the falling of our former master now, have you not Nazif?'''''    <br>   <br> as the imps head looks down into the boro skull eyes from upside-down behind, turning to look at the body of the Vile.    <br> '''''I never thought the elvin legate would survive beyond the misty mountains of Fire Peak, let alone making way from the seven Flayers of Graz'atazor.  Surely you remember.  <br>   That was in the days when we found your pathetic goo in that cave.    <br> THAT 'old friend' was the day that I swore to return the favor that you and the Vile suffered unto me.'''''  ...obviously in great hate, Lore pushes back the anger and wipes his dagger teeth with his forarm, jumping from the horse and walking toward the body of Vrolk - glancing back while continuing to taunt Belal...   <br>   <br>  '''''hmmm... Vrolk the Vile, the Stormbringer... knowing traitor to elf-kind.    <br> Friend to the Black Bloods and Sarcosan Legates.    <br> So pathetic you were in your quest for life, that while 'vile' is what you sought to be protected against it was "the Vile" that you become known as.  It continues to make me jest that you hated that name with passion.    <br>   <br> Heh... I am surprised 'MASTER' that you made you way out of those caverns beneath the favored but fallen Halls of Moria.  Perhaps it was the dealings of other traitors that saved you.    <br>   <br> I wonder... was it the snaked tongue of Fesikri, the raving tongue of Iblis or the rage of Bashili that couried favor with your elf-flesh to allow you to whimper out of that tomb?    <br> <br> Surely GHARGA'ICA the hag courtier, lordess of seven didn't allow your life... She hated you before you met.    <br> Or perhaps it was MAMMON'KHA vermonlord that cast you in good light being the mouthpiece and speaker of the Dru-Gal...    <br> No... even his writhing face couldn't hold back the hungry one, LEVITICUS the life drinker or his brother in war RUTTERKIN'UHL, soul eater.    <br>   <br> My coin would be on the devil in ilithid skin RHA'ZHULKHAR the dark tyrant, what made the deal to seal their kind behind you...   <br> Oh... wish that we could speak again as we did 'MASTER'...   <br> Then again...   <br> No... no... I donot.    <br> You were a pathetic whelp then and your remain one in this twisted form that you've made for yourself now...  <br>    <br> So then... 'Belal', is it that you've taken to calling yourself?...'''''  as the devious demon turns back toward the boro skull...    <br>   <br> '''''What manner of man do you now serve I wonder?    <br> I wonder how it is I'll work this Sarcosan?  I have already begun to rend his tavelling companions....      <br> <br> True - I will maintain my end of the bargain.  I care not for the soul jar that the Vile bartered for beneath the Spine of the World.  I care not that the Lich Lord''''' (Sunulael, the Priest of Shadow) '''''used it to hold ransom the Vile's service...  More power to those that seek to cause entropy and chaos on the dark channeller, if knowing they can intercept the eye of the beholder will make them happy with our arrangement - so be it.    <br> They should have little success on the way - now that it moves to the Prison of Pain, driven by the hate of an orc short two fingers...   <br> heheh    <br> Should time be given for that Orc Captain to entwine with the seer orc that made our deal which puts us in this position I feel that it will not bode well for either. and...  <br>   <br> '''''  the old beast pauses, as if unsure or ... uneasy....    <br> '''''...oh... perhaps this it is not only you to which I speak 'old friend', I had not thought until now that...'''''    <br> As the knowing imp steps closer and gazes into the eye-hole of the boro skull the VISION quickly comes to an end.    <br> You pull your head back into the here and now.  DID 'Lore' see you?  How is it "lore pools" can know any answer to any question??  Durgaz may not know, but it was not something for which your mind wanted to risk learning by staying in the seer sight!