Secret Missives

Vorcet blinked his eyes a few times to clear them up.  Even being dead reading through ancient tomes for days on end with no break wore on his vision.  He let out a sigh and picked up his notes again.  They were not much to go on, but at least he had found a few new places to look for further information regarding the planeswalkers of Netheril.

Vorcet closed the book in front of him and carried it back to its place in Elbryan's library.  How Elbryan had managed to collect such a varied pile of books Vorcet would never know, and Elbryan was typically secretive about such things.  There was one more library to check before trying out some of the leads he currently had and that was the Keepers Library itself.

Vorcet wandered up to the observatory accross from the office he had claimed as his in the upstairs of the Mansion to rest and gather his thoughts for a bit before heading back to the island.  He pulled the lever that activated the machinery that pulled back the ceiling panels that afforded a view of the sky.  Vorcet sat in the coushioned chair and put his feet up on the small table and closed his eyes.

Vorcet felt the slight tingling in his skin that warned of magic being used in close proximity and he opened his eyes to find a rolled piece of parchment floating in the air in front of his face.  After a quick magical probe of the scroll and the magic holding it there, he grabbed the scroll and inspected the seal holding it closed.  At his touch the wax melted and the scroll unfurled in his hand.  The name at the bottom marked it as written by Sanria.

Vorcet read through the scroll and a smile spread slowly accross his face.  When he was finished a quick incantation burned the scroll to cinders.  Vorcet pulled his bag of holding from his belt and pulled a folded piece of cloth and helmet from it.  Something he had acquired some time ago for just such an occasion.

Vorcet stuffed the clothing back into the bag and began preparing the incantation that would bring him back to his office on the island. The last attempts had petered out and failed.  Perhaps this would be the time that the local balance would actually be restored.