Welcome to Sharvik's Warehouse

To Whom it May Concern:

      The following are notes gathered from the bronze dragonborn, Sharvik. These and many other possessions owned by Mr. Sharvik have been left to you with explicit instructions that their delivery to you be staggered in the event of his untimely death. It was his wishes that they be, quote, "Sent upon a random interval such that you will always be left confused, intrigued, and in want of more." Unfortunately, due to the many debts that Mr. Sharvik had accrued over his life, his collection of possessions have been reclaimed by the bank as a down payment on his considerable owed sum. We also at Bank of the East - Markesh Branch have elected to inform you that, as the beneficiary of Mr. Sharvik's possesions and estate, or lack thereof, have also become the beneficiary of his debts. A formal notice is soon to follow. Please make these payments on the appointed quarterly schedule and no repercussions will follow. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.

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Ah yes, just as Sharvik thought. It seems that the Flower grows quite abundantly in the Northern Lands. It is quite hard to spell the land in the common tongue. So Sharvik has decided, along with Shankbone, to just refer to it as the Northern Lands. It could be a good place to travel to. Away from prying eyes. Sharvik could also begin his work on the next version of Shankbone. He's good, but not necessarily great. One hopes that Cracked-Tooth Calyn has not already heard the rumors of Flower in the North. Of course, that would be highly unlikely. Sharvik knows Cracked-Tooth. He can't even read. And everyone knows that if you can't read you can't be creative. By all accounts, Sharvik should be the best reader of all. Footsteps approach. Sharvik hopes that it is Robert. He has an exciting proposition for him.

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Sharvik spoke with Robert regarding the Flower. Sharvik thinks that he spun a good yarn, told a good tale, or... dammit, the words aren't working. Sharvik will return shortly. Sorry, it has been a little bit. Sharvik had many more things to do than he thought. Anyways, Sharvik informed Robert about the Flower growing in the North. To the best of Sharvik's recollection, he said something along the lines of, "Bah, I'm Robert. I'm drunk and refuse to listen to the brilliant ideas of Sharvik and his pet bird." Well, Sharvik is fine with that. It was a bad idea anyways. He will go see the North one day. Him and Shankbone. Instead, however, Sharvik will wait. Wait a little longer. He's made other problems go away with time. He can wait out this too.

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An interesting turn of events, to be sure. Mr. Bodge just informed Sharvik that we are all to be moving on to Cracked-Tooth's domain. Mr. Bodge has always had a steady alliance with the one with very poor dental hygiene. Sharvik prides himself on keeping his teeth in the very best of conditions. Down here in the slums of Markesh it is very easy to let that particular part of your daily cleaning routine go. That and of course bathing. Sharvik has often wondered how the Tabaxi clean. Bath? Tongue? A very interesting proposition. One day Sharvik will have to ask one. If he ever meets one. And if he can remember. Memory has a way of escaping folks down here too. They forget their friends and family, hells, even their enemies. Sharvik must keep his mind steel like a trap, or one could begin to slowly lose their mind. The first bits of evidence of a lost mind that Sharvik has seen is talking to inanimate objects. Swords, helmets, even a cooking pot. Sharvik saw that once too. Thankfully, Shankbone has assured Sharvik that he is still of sound mind. This is good, Sharvik would hope to begin to lose it. The rambling would come next, Sharvik figures. Those poor fellows, talking to themselves not even realizing that they're going insane.

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The metallurgical arts seem to come quickly to Sharvik. The idea of heating metal to bend it is quite simple, and the ornate designs that can follow also take but a light tap of a hammer. Sharvik can just use his breath to stoke a forge, though that only lasts for a few seconds. In those seconds, however, it does bring a roaring fire that itself gives off the greatest of heat. It is unfortunate that Sharvik has promised to not use his breath around Mr. Bodge anymore. He was afraid of it, Sharvik thinks. While he did deny that question when asked, Sharvik could see that his eyes held the slightest hint of fear. Sharvik does not know why. He and Robert may have had their differences, but the idea that Sharvik would set Mr. Bodge alight with his own flame is absurd. Sharvik would never hurt Mr. Bodge in that way. Not after all he has done to help Sharvik become the man he is now. Shankbone thinks that Mr. Bodge's decision to move into Cracked-Tooth's domain to be foolish. Sharvik tried to convince him that it was not. "Mr. Bodge knows what he's doing," Sharvik said. "He knows how to make things work. He'll get it done." Shankbone still isn't convinced, and with that event slowly approaching, Sharvik finds that maybe he isn't as convinced as he thought he was.

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How Mr. Bodge did it Sharvik could never understand. Calyn gave up his domain without so much as a parting word. It was almost supernatural. Sharvik thinks that Robert might have more than he's telling anyone. Shankbone whispers these other ideas to Sharvik at night. Sharvik does not know. Does not know. The look in Calyn's eyes were of smoothed glass. Like the man had been pulled from him, leaving behind a shell. Mr. Bodge held a feast that Sharvik attended. It is unwise to not attend one of his feasts. While it was very enjoyable Sharvik can't help but notice different men reporting to Robert. New men. Men that Sharvik has not seen before. He was also joined by a woman. Not one of the usual ones. She has an evil about her, Sharvik can feel it. She sat there with a blank expression. Sharvik is very unnerved by her. She caught Sharvik staring and her eyes were black and empty. Sharvik hasn't been able to sleep knowing she is around. Sharvik will write again soon. Things are not right.

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Sharvik has taken his time in keeping and writing his notes. Mr. Bodge found some of Sharvik's notes that were foolishly left on a table while Sharvik went to get more wine. He confronted Sharvik asking why they were written and why Sharvik was fearful and apprehensive of the new woman. He has always had a violent temper, but this time was different. He was calm, very calm. His eyes were calculating and determined. He had lost all traces of who he was in that moment. Fearing for Sharvik's life, Sharvik assured him that they were mere writings and that he would not make notes like that again. And so Sharvik hasn't, until now. Last night, before the dinner festivities closed on another feast, Sharvik saw Mr. Bodge and the woman leave. Unsure of what possessed Sharvik, Sharvik followed them. Sharvik followed them all the way to a solid door. Sharvik had never seen this door before, and he has been passing by this very spot for years. The woman and Mr. Bodge went through the door, closing it behind them. It was strange, however, the door did not seem to be locked. No keys were produced by Mr. Bodge to enter, no sound of a lock clicking into place, nothing. So it came to Sharvik with a great surprise to find that it was locked up tighter than a laid brick when he tried to open it. Sharvik waited for hours for them to reappear, but they never showed. Finally Sharvik retreated to his room to sleep. Upon waking Sharvik checked on the door again. But there was no door there. Something is very very wrong here. Food has gone missing at night. A few men too. Sharvik can hear scraping along the halls at night. Sharvik fears something might be lurking in the dark now. Somthing evil. Something that might have come from that door.