Role

Chapter 8

Hagmish was passing through a small merchants shop that dealt in armors and treasures that hed
never been to before. He had some dragon armors that he was trying to find an interested buyer and so
he approached the merchant. Unfortunately for Hagmish, the merchant didnt have enough coin to
purchase the armors he was looking to sell. As he turned to leave he noticed a ring sitting on a stand
labeled Soramas Ring. Hagmish read the tag and continued to pass by, intending to give the item little
thought when he realized the name struck him as familiar. He turned and looked at the small lettered
sign again and thought about it. Why was that name so familiar, it was if hed heard it before, yet it
didnt sound just right. Sorama, no. Sopama? Sovama, no that wasnt it either. So Sor - Sortoma! That
was it! The name spoken in his mind seemed to open another wash of memory as if the name invoked it
to come to life. He remembered being back in the room with the drow necromancer and the drow had
told him the name of the apprentice whose soul he summoned back from the grave was Sortoma!!
What an epiphany! He now had something concrete to work on.

The question was what to do with this new found information. Could he perhaps find a way to summon
Sortomas soul back from the grave just as the necromancer had? Perhaps some of the other Scions
possessed the knowledge for such a ritual. Whatever it was, Hagmish knew he had to find a way, and
make some progress soon. The Chancellor believed that the binding between his oath and the Scepter
pulled at him in different ways and these opposing binding could be very dangerous. He did not want to
give the Chancellor any reason to see it more beneficial to make a sacrifice out of him.