[IC] Chapter 1-3: Mansion of Hate

[DM Surranó]

"Whoa whoa one at a time," the man raises his hands, one still holding fast onto the wand. "I'm no ghost but a mere craftsman who ventured a bit too far from home in search of arcane knowledge. Me called Murkatos, and weaponry is my trade. I came to this sunken castle because legends say there are unique artifacts of war lie somewhere underground. But I was assulted by these undead, trapped here on the attic. And I fear there's even worse. My only hope was that someone would eventually free me and that my wand would last long enough to keep them at bay. Thank gods you came."

Maul inspects the man closely. Flesh wound, he says as he tends his wounds.

"Arcane weaponry?" is all Merri asks. "Dealing with arcane wands needs some arcane affinity. Or roguish talent. So spill."

Murkatos nods. "Arcane affinity, yes. I didn't mean to keep it secret. I have academic training, though not too much, and I can craft magic weapons as well. But currently I'm here for days and my energies are drained to bone."