*eyes glow deeply as her gnarled hands caress the worn leather pouch always seen hanging about her slender waist*
My plan has been set in motion....preperations are being made...my minions are hard at work..*grins and vanishes in a cloud of black smoke..a raspy voice can be heard fading away* Vas...Kal..An..Mani.....
Yee hee ya haa Yo ho! Blackrock Larisa's Blackrock >enhanced< Gunpowder
Make yo cannon go KaBadaBOOOM-ah-DOOOOM !!!
The story arc: The search for the great pyromaster Draconi's list of last resort explosives
Aside from the rumors of early experiments associated with the possibility of Gunpowder/cannon
the Brotherhood of Arcane alchemy had long known of the possibility of distilling a liquid form
and ancient hermit wizards >knowing< of its latent cataclysmic power, sought long, oh so long,
to further refine the naturally occurring crystalline metal, to a manageable form to be activated by voice
at a distance, for the breaching of gates or rapid clearing of forests via fire fields grown enormous
never mind the inherent advantage of mastering its application to scrolls and trapped boxes
the ancients of the gargoyles the ones adepte in forming and reforming metals,
the heat from blackrock is the purest fire of all, from legend,
for forging the finest metals, allowing both strength of arm and the vibrations of the mind whether silently focused
or loudly by voice to strike a harmonic shifting of the cutting edge of the blade to carve rare crystals as if common wood
never mind the flesh and bone of mortal creatures.
Ah! but only rumors, musings of the mind, combining musings of legendary figures and the dangers they might have dared
and a known danger such as blackrock as has been reminded of late through wars and stories,
its power to cause formless voices to be heard, or its simple possession to enrage distant and passing beasties,
or to strike a piece beneath the ground and summon elementals of near paragon abilities
to Slaying with a properly timed utterance a Shadowlord from another dimension
or to cause a quickening of acquiring skill by merely being in its presence
recently in the memories of living creatures, all these things seen
Set fire the musings of one mind, and spreading like dust to all creatures of mind
Dragon masters and their ancient lizards, weavers of arcane cloth and smithies and dragon scales and
elves with rapidly growing trees of frost wood
(rumored to be a misremembered name of "Ash of bloodwood" treated with or grown in blackrock)
all walks of life, touched by the dust of rumors, and musings of what if
Draconi and blackrock
all creatures of mind
Orcs and terathans and ophidians and elves, Gargoyles and humans and wisps, Savages and ogre lords and all things using magic
Blackrock and Draconi ...
shimmers darkly in their minds
if only, if there were, if there might be found, if only the first clue could be recognized ...
Where would Draconi hide such a terrible scrap of knowledge? in a dusty crypt neath a royal power?
Blackthorn? British? Zhah? a Lich lord guarding ancient tumbled ruins?
An elder race of incorruptible grace such as the pixies, the centaur, the meer? Their Elder champions?
Safely as a favor with a Queen of the ants?
As a slowly forming memory in a young lass,
that carries a pouch of the curious baubles
that seem to sing mutely at night in her dreams?
There are rumors of more and more blackrock being found ... what if ...