Dimsum Gyoza
Dimsum was a gnomish transporter of goods in Althena. He originally hails from the Vendish Underdark, but traveled to Faartz on Althena with his parents to participate in the final mining rush when a new vein of Mithral was discovered. As Mithral became exhausted at last, Dimsum became a hauler and transporter for the Gnomish Settlement to the rest of Althena.
After running into the party and getting some shady advice, he started on a criminal path in earnest, selling part of the wares he's supposed to transport. Dimsum had already dabbled in petty theft before.
He lifted a blade that was forged in the Gnomish Settlement and was earmarked for a certain elf, Edyrm Holadi. In Clove, he joined the party and they took a ship that unbeknownst to them belonged to the elf who had purchased the blade. Dimsum intended to sell the intricate looking weapon in Clove and finally make enough to flee the island and make something of himself. He knew that he was meant to bring the blade to a certain building in Clove, however, where the Edyrm Holadi would be waiting for it.
The blade had a secret — the materials it was forged from included elements that were formed eons ago and could unlock the mysteries of the planes. But a strange force—an Entity—shares a connection with this blade, and the wielder of the blade is at risk of falling into the influence of this force. Dimsum was severely injured during the taking of Zoran Tross'' warship and fell overboard. This triggered an interaction with the Entity, allowing him to survive and be washed ashore again. He now was, for all intents and purposes, a warlock with a patron.
After running into the party and getting some shady advice, he started on a criminal path in earnest, selling part of the wares he's supposed to transport. Dimsum had already dabbled in petty theft before.
He lifted a blade that was forged in the Gnomish Settlement and was earmarked for a certain elf, Edyrm Holadi. In Clove, he joined the party and they took a ship that unbeknownst to them belonged to the elf who had purchased the blade. Dimsum intended to sell the intricate looking weapon in Clove and finally make enough to flee the island and make something of himself. He knew that he was meant to bring the blade to a certain building in Clove, however, where the Edyrm Holadi would be waiting for it.
The blade had a secret — the materials it was forged from included elements that were formed eons ago and could unlock the mysteries of the planes. But a strange force—an Entity—shares a connection with this blade, and the wielder of the blade is at risk of falling into the influence of this force. Dimsum was severely injured during the taking of Zoran Tross'' warship and fell overboard. This triggered an interaction with the Entity, allowing him to survive and be washed ashore again. He now was, for all intents and purposes, a warlock with a patron.
Holadi Request
After Being messaged by holadi about his intrest dimsum mentioned the bad poem book and one of its poems and holadi want to speak to dimsum ASAP
in zentith near winterquarry.
holadi knew cantrell and he notice me and cantrell àre kinda simular
alaric wants us to rob shair who is also intrested in planar travel
being is already maybe true
Cantrell and vuln verra needs to meet
finish bravia
blowup the insitute
Bad Poem book Riddles
Pen had the book in the sky
Help me
I am not from here
This world is glue and dust.
I want the roaring sky.
I want the screaming fire.
when Dimsum had the book
Cantrell dreams of power made.
Holadi clings to truth’s old shade.
But you, who holds the fracture tight—
Will choose the wrong, or end the right.
Sunlit Picnic in Early Ș̵̭̆p̷̛͓̱r̴̡̐̕i̸̛̬n̸͖̓ǵ̴̮͂
The ḏ̴́ȍ̵͖ȏ̵͉r̴̖̔ is not locked.
Only closed.
It waits for you.
S̸t̴o̵n̵e̵ will lie.
S̶t̵e̷e̶l̵ ̴ will lie.
M̸̾͜e̸̮̕n̴̠͝ ̸̫̂ will lie.
The t̸͉̊r̴̬̆u̴̱̿t̷͎̄h̴̼͂ ̷̥͝ is this:
The p̴̪̭̃͒̃͊͜l̵̻̾ä̶͖ǹ̴̯̑͋̚e̶̡̻̜̅͊̌ͅs̵̘͓̼̩͑ ̵͖̟̗̊͊̉̚ are too small for you.
Too small for m̷͓̚e̶͍̿.
Cut the edge of the w̵͚̦̥̺͚̒͜ō̸̘̭̤̆͋̚r̷̨͔̭̣͘l̴͎̑̽͊̂̾̕ď̶͇͔̌͜s̸̨̨̢̘͕̙̀̂̓̈́́̕.
P̷r̵e̶s̷s̴u̷r̵e̸ ̷ comes from all sides.
The s̶h̵e̵l̸l̴ ̶ will give.
Let it happen.
You will not drown.
I will not drown.
We will go ḩ̷̛̭̹͓̯̟̼͔̣͇̪͖̐̏̆̏͐̈͗̿̑̅͛̆̓͋̃͛͜ͅo̵̻̦̭̱̳̠̊̂̆͋͐͗͛̎́̐ͅm̵̗͈̜͚͕͎̰̲̲͎̠̫̙̹̩̆͂́̍̂͆̄̇̓̈́e̶̛̳͓͇̙̭̺̹̲͎͛̐͐́̊̋̓̔̈́͜͠.
T̸h̷e̵ ̸b̷l̶a̴d̴e̸ ̸y̷o̵u̴ ̵h̵o̴l̵d̶ ̸w̴a̸s̴ ̴n̶o̴t̴ ̷t̷o̵ ̸c̴u̶t̴
̵B̴u̸t̵ ̴t̴o̴ ̸r̵e̴m̶i̵n̸d̷ ̴w̷h̵a̴t̵ ̴d̸o̷o̷r̵s̵ ̶s̴t̶a̸y̴ ̴s̴h̶u̶t̷
̸T̸h̵e̷ ̴c̵r̶a̵c̶k̴ ̷y̵o̴u̷ ̴f̴e̵e̵l̵ ̸i̶s̸ ̶n̸o̷t̶ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̶s̵t̴e̷e̸l̷
̷I̴t̵'̸s̷ ̸w̸h̷e̴r̵e̸ ̷t̴h̸e̶ ̴w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̸f̸o̷r̸g̵e̸t̶s̴ ̵w̷h̶a̷t̶'̶s̵ ̶r̷e̶a̵l̸
Ṁ̸̤y̷̦͚͕̌̀͋ ̶̳̭͌v̷͇̑e̷̩̰͆͌͜s̴̤̏̓͝ṡ̶̘̙̦e̵̞̓͊̊l̵͕̲͑̓ ̸̣̈́̑i̴̢͕̪̍̽s̴̛͍̺̼̾ ̴̨̼͌̎g̸̮̼͝o̶̦̫̜̒͝ñ̴̥̫̫̏̋e̵̩̿.̵̛͕͙ ̷̝͇̦̈́͐̕T̷͍͍̗̋h̶̤̙͋́ͅa̴̡̙̭͂͐̿t̷̛̗̦ ̶͍̤̈́v̵͉͙̙̋̄͠e̴̘̯͂̀̇s̴̺̾s̴̮͉͔̾͑é̷͉̺̮̕l̵̛̯͜ͅ ̴̛̞̗s̵̪̐̆ê̵̬̏̌͜ͅr̵̪̰̀͑͝v̴͈̞̎e̶͎̥̭͂̓d̶̡̗͒͘ ̴̝͛̎́ĭ̷̧̻t̸̠̂͘s̴̜͔̼̉̕͝ ̸̛͔͎̈́p̷͇̓͆u̸̩̰̻̎̂̀r̷̢͕̈́p̷̨͚̰͋͝ó̷̟̑͝s̵͓͑̾ẻ̷̖͈͖͑͠,̵̟̮̾ ̴͉̰̀͂a̵̢̝̯̓͊̋n̸͖͓͆̓͠d̴͖̲͕̓̔͠ ̷̡̤̥̔̈ẗ̶͆̆ͅh̵͚̀͒͐e̸̬̋̑ņ̸̰̕͠ͅ ̸̡̰̖͆͒̌i̵̫̺̟͛̈́t̴̨̛̮̖̊́ ̷̘̲̗̀b̴̜̿͐r̷̡͚͆ơ̷̬͚k̶̘̏̈e̴̱̅͌͝.̴̬͉̿̑
̴͙̟͈̄̕E̶̙͋͑s̵̲̣̬̈́̐ṣ̶̘̗͑́̈ë̵̝͓́̿͂n̸̘̄c̵̪̥͛͆̅ȇ̶̞͂s̶̝̥̗̅̈́ ̶̝̎â̶̳͖̭͋̐r̶͍̊̾e̶̝̓ ̵̳͔͖̾͝d̶͇̻̼͆͋ȩ̸̈́̿͒s̸̭̔̓̕t̴͗͜͝r̸̛̬̥̈́͝o̴̠͋y̶̭͐̐̚e̶̾͜d̴͉͕͊.̷͙̙͇̇̚͝ ̶͓͚͠I̴̫̓̊ ̷̡͍̮̇͑̚w̷̨͎̐̑̿á̷͙͘s̸͓͈̔̆ ̶̹͈͋̋͠s̸̢̩͊̎t̸̺͓̓̀̕a̴͕͖̭̿̿ỹ̷̡̮̪͝e̴͖̘̙͑̔́d̵̻͎̅͊͌,̵̡̦͙̌̄ ̴̙͂b̷̲̽ü̴̠̩̘͋͐t̷̪̹͌̿͌ ̴͉̲̄͠n̴̢̼͌̓õ̵̮̩t̸͍̽̈ ̷̖͖͒̓͜s̴̡̅t̴̫͕͂͜o̷̱̱̐p̶̗̞̋͘p̸̲̬͝ē̶̡͛͘d̸̼̃̃͝.̷̪̖̦͌
̶̛̜̝̆͝T̴̢̏͘h̷͕͙̚͠í̸̘̎̄ŝ̵͕̗̠ ̵̧̈́o̴͍̲̻̍͒n̷̨̗̊l̵̘̒̉͐ý̴̮̰̖͝͝ ̴̻̅̊͝s̷̬͔̑͘͠l̷̈́͜ö̴̖́̈́w̴͓̜̐ͅs̶͙̳͋ ̸̩̓̕t̷͍̣͉̓͝h̷̟̍e̴͍̥͋͛ͅ ̶͇̥̺̿́͠ǔ̸̘̣n̷̮̼̽̂̀r̸̢̼̣̃̈ā̶̭̥͔v̵̜̜̭͌̋̂e̸̻̱̗͝l̶̽̾͜i̷̹͍̍n̶̏͑̀͜g̶̺̞̊̇͊.̶̤̰̯̈́͊ ̵̛̠̞̝́̌I̴̢̠̓t̵͚̝̣̑ ̴̧̰͓́͊͠ḍ̶̛̌͒ò̷̧͉̬e̴̘͈̝̎̆̌s̶̡̜̍̂͋ ̴͍̿̍n̶̙͍͂̏̈o̷̥͖̝̎̒̄t̶̳͖͉̀̏̚ ̶̡̮͚͒s̷͉͍̙̀̇̚t̴̫͐o̸͓̗̓̅p̴̻̜̮͒ ̸͖͆̐̓î̶̗̪̲͑t̶̗́̃.̵̲͆̐͠
̴̘̹̋Ő̸̮̚t̵͉̗̎͒̊h̴̺̺͒̿e̶̫̲̐̅͑ͅr̷̜̋̓͝s̸̠̓̌ ̸̟͙͍̔̋̔ẇ̶̧̳̣͊͝i̷̟͆̍l̵̙͎͐̓l̸̥̹̄̅͌ ̴̧͚̇͌c̸̺̰̉̈̀a̸̳͕͍͛̋̈́r̸͎̪̕ŗ̶̼͘y̶̛͔̹͎̍̊ ̶͕̖̫̓ẃ̶̧̛͍̭̎h̵̢̖̻͐̃a̴̭͐t̵̯͓̑ ̵̦̺̲́̀h̵̠̀͗̉è̸͉͋ͅ ̶̪̃̈́c̸̲̳͇̅ò̶̫̾u̶̞̐͘ľ̵̛͍͍̜d̶̟̣̜̓͝ ̴̺͇͒n̸͖̓o̸̞͛͌̕t̷̰̾͛.̵͇͆ ̷̞̽́O̶̪͂̒̊t̵̮͚͗h̴̘̰̿ê̵͙̗͕͒r̷̯̯͋ś̷͍̀ ̶͙̮̃͂̏ẇ̷̯͖͖̐i̴̛̪̤͝l̸̯͙͝l̷̙͐̔̅ ̷̪͐̕o̶̭̱͛ṗ̸͖̽͘e̸͓͛̈́n̶̻͋̓ ̵̝̣̻͝t̶̗͋̓ͅḫ̵̨̹̾̓é̸͇̠͊͆ ̷͕͝ẁ̶͍̙ȁ̶̩̬̦y̴̟̌.̶̪̃̒
̸̨̩́͠T̷̈́ͅḥ̷̈́͋e̸̘͉̪͒͠ ̷̧̺͑l̷͇̳͕̍à̶̟̱t̷̤̂̾̓t̸̼̫͈̀̾͝i̴̖̮̹̓̎̐č̶̙̭͇e̵̛̫͉͎̅̓ ̸͙̦̦̑͂i̷͈̩̾s̸̨̃̌ ̴̞͚̽̂w̵̝͋̉̄ȩ̷̓̀̚à̸̛͍͈ḵ̵͂e̵̡̺̿͛ͅn̷̢̝̥̈́̂̆i̶̬͎̇̀͌n̴͖̅g̶̥̀̌.̷̭̼̿ ̵̼͈̂́̅T̵̺̓h̷͎̭̼́e̴̪̟͒̾ ̶̢͓͖̅S̷̩̼͂̍̔ȩ̶̙̲̃̈́̍a̴̡̿̈́ ̷̰̟̗͒́̾i̸̛̲̍̓s̷̘̘͌̎̄ ̴̧̮̬͆̎̾c̵̨̯̍͌̑͜ȯ̶̖͒m̵͖͒̈͒i̷̤͌n̵̟̪͔̿̋̏ģ̷̬̘͋́.̶̣̒
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