About: Gilean Vel Meets the Telepath

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You seem to clinging to a tree branch overhanging a cliff. In the distance, you can see a large lake. Looking down, and down, you can just barely make out the far fringes of a mining camp. Directly below you is a small ledge. One just barely large enough for the two men standing on it. The one nearest the edge is relatively tall and skinny, with a showman's tatoos spread across his back and arm, and a tall hat on his head. As he turns around to face the other man, you recognize him as Gilean Vel. The other stands farther from the edge with his back to you. All you recognize is that he is wearing the clothes of a Birixal noble, and a very rich one at that.

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rdfs:label	Gilean Vel Meets the Telepath
rdfs:comment	You seem to clinging to a tree branch overhanging a cliff. In the distance, you can see a large lake. Looking down, and down, you can just barely make out the far fringes of a mining camp. Directly below you is a small ledge. One just barely large enough for the two men standing on it. The one nearest the edge is relatively tall and skinny, with a showman's tatoos spread across his back and arm, and a tall hat on his head. As he turns around to face the other man, you recognize him as Gilean Vel. The other stands farther from the edge with his back to you. All you recognize is that he is wearing the clothes of a Birixal noble, and a very rich one at that.
dcterms:subject	Adventure Dreams Tenebrous Council Campaign
abstract	You seem to clinging to a tree branch overhanging a cliff. In the distance, you can see a large lake. Looking down, and down, you can just barely make out the far fringes of a mining camp. Directly below you is a small ledge. One just barely large enough for the two men standing on it. The one nearest the edge is relatively tall and skinny, with a showman's tatoos spread across his back and arm, and a tall hat on his head. As he turns around to face the other man, you recognize him as Gilean Vel. The other stands farther from the edge with his back to you. All you recognize is that he is wearing the clothes of a Birixal noble, and a very rich one at that. "Strange. You don't appear the way I imagined an immortal sorcerer would appear." The other makes no sound, but Vel responds to something only he can hear. "Well, despite your mask, you're obviously fairly young for one. So you really can offer an immortal unchanging body." There is a brief pause, then Vel responds to something unheard. "Ah. Unlimited power can acheive anything. Still, why share?" Silence. "Unlimited power?" The wind whispers by. "And since we're honest with each other, I am no fool to refuse your offer. I know the consequences. I do have one question, though. Why the mask and the mindspeech?" Another pause. "I understand. The Council has always taken more ... proactive ... measures in the past. And you can also protect me from them?" Vel looks very surprised. "What?! Prove it!" As the silence stretches, Gilean Vel's surprise changes to shock. When the man makes a hidden gesture with his hands, Vel falls to both knees before him and bows. "My Lord! I pledge my service to you once again, and beg your forgiveness!" The other man looks down at him. "Yes, My Lord!" With that, the young nobleman vanishes as he were as disappearing mirage. After a few minutes, Gilean Vel rises, and wrapping the shadows around him, walks out into the thin air, fading with every step.

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