Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25129884-20150627222221/@comment-25975584-20150725041303

Auraestus wrote: They are greeted with stoic faces of dwarven ambassadors. A centurion appears from the shadows, and bows. He starts to talk, "our order was founded when chaos first began to grip the realm of man. We took everything considered valuable to our race that we could get our hands on. Paintings, archaeological treasures, literature and technology. We found these in an obscure, sealed off storage room in the most ancient part of our monastery. From our fragmented texts and oral stories, they are the minds of geniuses implanted inside a cloned brain. Unfortunately, the mechanical part that regulates destructive curiousity is... beyond our knowledge. As you can see. We desperately need them functioning, for they hold knowledge of our past beyond value. I await your payment demands."