theres only about ten scripts but some of them are near 3,000 lines long and the convo is done with strings within the scripting itseslf utilizing custom tokens. Mermut is very familiar with the wand she altered it to add a renaming function to it back in 2007-2009 when she was my lead scripter on Harvest Moon.

Any DM available to setup the scene for a dwarven quest/request tomorrow at 5pm EST?

An addendum is added to the bottom of all freshly produced bulletins

Lauriella sits stone-faced on a chair charred by fire, before a desk also singed by flame within the library that just a few days ago fire elementals destroyed. She has cleaned and catalogued all the books, floors, drapes and shelves she can possibly do. Stacking the books neatly for those that work here can figure out what book the illusionist she thought had disappeared stole. Her guild seal is also missing either burnt to cinders or stolen by the same mage that copied her form and destroyed the library in front of her because she dispelled his or her other illusions in the commons. She had cried for hours until the tears could no longer form. Now she feels empty. Trying to wrap her head around all that has occurred. She had tried her best to stay out of the daily frays of the city only to be pushed front and center. She can hardly walk now and goes barefoot, her feet too big for her boots swollen from activity. She writes her reports almost calmly but underneath a storm of depression and misgivings are crescendoing to weigh down her heart. She closes her eyes and breaths calming herself, "I will get though these loses and set backs." She exclaims while remembering the only good thing she has done over the past few days. Helping an escaped concubine by the name of Natha to know what freedom means. She begins to write her first report. To the Cerulean leadership It started in the commons as I was speaking to Gnarl and Viktoria. Another Gnarl a copy appeared and entreated us. We asked the copy many questions trying to figure out what was going on. As we were engaging this illusion a copy of Viktoria appeared. Again we questioned the illusions to no avail. A darkness spell was casts from some unknown person in some unknown direction. there was a shuffling, and pushing of bodies while we where entrenched in the darkness. When the spell dissipated no one could tell who was the right Gnarl or Viktoria. Worried that these copies would spark trouble I used my wand of dispelling. The illusions were dispelled. A few minutes later a copy of myself appeared, She made a proclamation cast improved invisibility upon herself and left. there was a rumbling and explosion that came from city hall. A commoner ran up to use and said the library was on fire. All of us rushed to it. There in the middle of a burning library was the copy of me holding a book. She cast the same spells I regularly use. She said while holding up the book, "I found what I was looking for. Here are some friends to entertain you." Two elder fire elementals appeared causing more fire spreading it. We fought them along with others rushing to the scene. Viktoria went down. I tried to pull her out of the flames but what could I do being so pregnant and her in full plate armor. We did manage to revive her. When all was done we spoke to Herald Fisher about the missing book, Since then I have gone back every day to try best that I can to clean the damage and stacking books for the workers to categorize so that we may have an inventory of all missing or books burnt to unrecognizability. My guild seal with my wizard mark is either stolen by the figure or burnt to cinders. I will place my mark upon each report now to show that it is me with no wax seal. I have seen this form of work before by a mysterious illusionist I was investigating for Baroness Tiller before becoming a Cerulean. I thought him gone for near a year but this smells of his work and his dedication to chaos itself. I may be wrong but would put odds on it at the gambling hall. Lauriella wizard mark Lauriella rolls the scroll up and places it to the side. Bringing out another scroll she begins the next letter. To the Cerulean leadership A woman has immigrated to Peltarch from the east. I learned that she comes from a place in Shou a province called Wak'an. I do not know the east but the someone in the leadership should know. This woman is the escaped concubine of a shogun. The shogun did something to her when she was but a child along with what she calls her sisters. He magically altered her voice so that she can only speak at not much more than a whisper. She is also extremely submissive and frightened. I took her under my wing so to speak. got her new clothing and spoke with her at length about her condition. She also spoke with Verika. The young woman's name is Natha. She did not know if she was surgically or magically altered. When Verika showed up at the commons the three of us spoke of her condition. I and Natha were invited to help Verika research the problem. We went to a laboratory where Verika and I examined her in detail. She has no surgical alteration. Her voice is being altered magically. What magic neither I or Verika could discern for it was alien to both of us or at least to me. I always question Verika's veracity to some extent. I also patiently worked on Natha's self-esteem. Over the days she is improving well in this regard. Verika thinks she has a solution that by weakening the bonds of magic surrounding Natha she may cure her with a potion. the magic is not coming from Natha herself but from objects unseen or unknown. that much I know from the detects both Verika and I used. please advise and if you see Natha please have a kind word for her. She is lost in a foreign land and needs reassurance of safety. I will do my best to help her. Please advise on the magic or what I may do to help her get her voice back or if the leadership should be involved. Lauriella wizard mark Lauriella takes a deep breath. before writing the last letter. Her hand shakes. She has to calm herself before penning the next letter. To the Cerulean leadership. I sat in this library a week ago with high hopes. I seemed to do everything right. Today I sit in this burnt out library only remembering my failures. If I had not dispelled the illusions this library would be whole. if I had not done what I did at the west gate. Misinterpreting intentions I would not be writing this letter. Duty calls and I must write of this occurrence. Natha and I were at the west gate when a pixie appeared. It wanted us to get the bleached bones of the dead and make a sacrifice to open a portal. It sounded completely evil to me. We spoke with it at some length trying to find out where the portal would lead, why it wanted to open a portal. It would not answer our questions or answered as if sacrificing a living being was normal for adventurers to do. We refused to acquis to its demands. It disappeared for a time but came back dropping a skeleton on the dais I normally worship upon. again we entreated it and plead for it not to do the ritual to open the portal. We also found a mysterious letter on the ground it read. Elf of darkly white And human in silence Heavy does your heart weigh of sins of the past The winds howl cold, will You stand steadfast? Search where the dead roam, Find Rest for your soul, somewhere to call home We tried to convince the pixie not to go through with the ceremony. It disappeared again coming back a short while later with a cow to sacrifice. I use necromantic magics. I fend off the corruption of my soul with a firm faith in the goddess. I have to watch every spell I use to make sure in my heart I am doing the good and proper thing. I could not let the pixie sacrifice the cow. As the pixie attack the it I used negative energy ray to kill it since we could not dissuade it from its path. The pixies body fell upon the bones. The portal opened and arm skeletons poured out of the portal. I used my spells but quickly realized we would be overwhelmed. I rushed to the commons and called to arms everyone there. we rushed back to find the guard fighting several dozen skeletons, ghouls and other lower undead. I threw undeath to death to clear the immediate area. Then threw a scintillating sphere near the portal where a mass of skeletons where gathered. It destroyed the portal. There were still plenty of undead. We fought them until all were down. The situation was explained and everyone left including Natha on my suggestion that there was a room at the inn for her. She looked very tired. I stayed through the night and into the morning to clean up the mess. That is when a strange woman came to me. She was dressed in white armor with a skull helm on. She was looking for her familiar. I explained what the pixie was doing and that I felt forced to kill it. She asked who I was and what authorization I had to use magic as such. I told her I was a magic defender of the city. She asked if I was a cerulean and why I wore no blue if I was. That surprised me. I showed her my badge. She said her name was Chaevre' Vaelen and that centuries ago she herself was a cerulean. She then admonished me hard. She spoke of stranded adventurers on a pocket plane. I am sorry. I do not know this woman or if this is all true. I knew in my heart that stopping the ritual was the right thing to do. I still feel, I don't know what I feel at this time. My heart is torn. She did something with either the ether or astral. I don't know but her familiar reformed and she left. Lauriella Wizard mark Lauriella sets down her quill and stares at the letter wondering if she really did the right or wrong thing. She finally states under her breath, "Let lady Moonbow be the judge when I meet my end. it is all I may do now." She rolls up the scrolls and ties them with bows bringing them down to the CQ at headquarters. When she returns she sits back down in the chair and goes into a deep trance.