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Humbart Wessel

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Humbart Wessel: A [[Westmarch ]] veteran fighter, he was the mercenary captain who journeyed with [[Gregus Masi Mazi]] to [[Ureh]]. Humbart wrote a scroll telling about his travel with Gregus Mazi. Centuries later, [[Quov Tsin ]] found Humbart's scroll during his research and collection of everything about Gregus Mazi and his magical investigations.
Humbart died, but [[Zayl the Necromancer ]] used his powers on Humbart's skull and became Zayl's personal companion and magical off-hand tool. Zayl keeps Humbart's talking skull inside his belt pouch.
==Humbart's Scroll==
This is the scroll written by [[Humbart Wessel]] to [[Lord Hyram ]] of [[Zakarum]]. Quov Tsin used the information in this scroll to track down the location of Ureh, and the details on how to recreate the spellwork woven by Gregus Mazi to open the gates to ethereal Ureh:
On the seventh day, near dusk,the passage began,Master Mazi again approached the edge of the ruins. Says I to him, that this quest’s seen no good end and we should go, but he says he’s certain this time. The shadow will touch at just the right angle. It has to.
Master Mazi promised much gold to us and another offer none there’d take, however worthy any might think themselves. Fly up to Heaven . . . older now, I still wouldn’t have taken it.
The shadow came like he said, Nymyr’s [[Nymyr]]’s hand reaching out for old Ureh. We watched, certain as before that we’d been on a fool’s quest. Aah, what fools we were to believe that!
I recall the shadow. I recall the shimmering. How the ruins suddenly looked alive again. How the lights glowed inside! Swear I still will that I heard the voices of folk, but couldn’t see any!
We camped there, hearing the voices, hearing some of them call to us, it seemed. None of us
would go, though. Tomorrow, Isays I says to the others, tomorrow when Master Mazi comes out and shows all’s well, we’ll go in and get our fill. One night, it won’t matter.
And in the morning, all we saw were ruins. No lights. No voices.
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