"Right," Singe begins, sitting at a table in the corner, "Magic is not simple. I cannot just go poof and make a fireball." Polly sits, wide eyed, paying attention to everything said to her, nodding at appropriate moments. Her lips move a little, as if she's taking notes. "I may be able to one day, but that's going into a complicated subject. Perrin, on the other hand won't ever be able to cast a fireball even though he has magic."
"Wow, really? Why? Do you think I'll ever be able to?" Polly asks, the words tumbling out of her.
"That's three questions, only two of which I can answer." Singe says with a smile, "Perrin is granted magic from his god. Just like Grasalfan does."
"So who gives you your magic? What about Lera?"
"Ahh, Lera has always had magic, I have had to... make magic? Wizards tap in to a fundamental part of our world. We manipulate the world around us. We call Lera's, Woe's Zamar's and my own form of magic 'arcane magic'. And we call Perrin and Grasalfan's magic 'divine magic' as it's from the gods." Polly nods, still wide eyed and taking everything in. If she had quill and parchment, she'd be taking extensive notes.
"Overall, both arcane and divine magic are separated into eight categories by their effect. They are, Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation."
Singe nods, "Abjuration is the magic of protection. Conjuration is the magic of movement and summoning. Divination is the magic of knowledge. Enchantment is mind altering magic. Evocation is the magic of assertion. Illusion creates things that aren't actually there. Necromancy is the magic of death. And Transmutation is changing magic." Polly's face scrunches up at the mention of death magic, "Yes, necromancy is a powerful and dangerous field, more so than other forms. However, the divine version of necromancy is often about reversing death or slowing it. But that type of magic is incredibly powerful."
"So, what's a fireball?"
"A fireball is an evocation spell, most harmful spells are."
Polly nods, looking up and to the right, as if she's filing away this information for later. "So what are you going to teach me?"
"Something that won't tax you greatly. Trying to create a fireball would probably result in you fainting or worse. We're going to make hands. Yes, hands." Singe says clearly "Ziaun...", turning his right hand from palm down to a fist, each finger, beginning with the pinky curling in. "Ti!" His hand returns to a face down palm. A spectral hand, purple and semisolid appears and floats around Polly.
Polly watches, eagle eyed, every single movement made. Once the hand pops into existence, she gasps. "Wow! Can you do anything with it?"
"I can't punch you, I can't lift incredibly heavy things, but I can make it pick stuff up, carry a book, or help me write. Do you remember that bard competition about two tendays ago?"
"Yeah! It was fun!"
"Do you remember when Zamar was playing and that hand came out of his hand?"
Polly's face changed as she came to a realization. "Was that you?"
Singe grins, his hair going wild. "Yes! You can make the hand look however you want!"
"How do you make it do things?"
"I just think it. For example, if I want it to go over and tap Lera's back, I just think it and..." The hand drifts over to Lera and taps her shoulder.
Polly giggles, getting excited once again. "Can I try?"
"Sure! Repeat what I say and my hand gestures. Ziaun," he repeats the hand gesture for her.
This time, Polly doesn't pay attention to you. Instead she's focused. "Ziaun." She turned her right hand palm down into a fist, perfectly mimicking everything you did, curling each finger, starting with her pinky. "Ti!" Again her movements perfectly mimic your own, her hand returning to a face down palm. A tiny spectral hand appears in front of Singe, then quickly moves toward him, flicking him on the ear, before it disappears. Polly looks at Singe, growing excitement on her face. "Did you see that?"
"Yes I did! You did magic! Do you want to make it look different? Perhaps like Mr. Drippy!"
"How do I do that?"
"As you cast the spell imagine the hand however you want."
Polly tries once more, doing everything exactly the way she was shown. This time, a spectral version of Mr. Drippy appears before you, and pokes you in the chest. As last time, it only lasts a moment before it's gone. "So cool! What else? What else?"
"Most people cast magic in different ways. Woe and Zamar and Lera know a small number of spells. Perrin and Grasalfan, by calling on their gods can change what they cast from day to day."
"How do you learn new spells?"
"I'm somewhere in between. I have a spellbook." Singe produces his personal one. "And each morning I practice a few of them, as many as I can remember and then I can cast those spells through out the day."
"Oh wow, can I see it?" Her eyes grow huge with wonder.
"Yes," Singe hands the book over.
Polly begins to flip through the spellbook, studying each page intensely for a moment, then moves on to the next page, where she does the same thing. When she gets to the page labeled 'Fire Bolt' she pauses even longer, seemingly disappointed; the page is written in a mixture of Common, Elvish, and Primordial.
"If I give you that spell, I give you the right to burn someone. I've seen that spell kill."
Polly looked up, confused. "What do you mean? I wouldn't want to burn anyone!" She seems shocked by this.
"That's what that spell is for."
"I know it makes fire, but I would... just... burn things..." She looks somber. "Or start campfires." She bites her lip. "Or protect myself from bad guys."
Singe sighs "What do you think Mr. Drippy will think of you shooting fire out of your hands?"
Polly thought on this a moment. "Mr. Drippy just wants to protect me."
"Fire and water don't mix well."
"But I'm not throwing fire at him!"
"I know! I know. We still have a little time before we leave, do you want to get your own spellbook?"
Polly looks at the book one more time. "Nah, I don't need it. I can remember things!"
Singe takes a moment before looking at the six year old straight in the eyes, "I'll strike a deal with you Polly."
"Okay!"
"I'll teach you fire bolt if you learn one spell of my choosing."
Her eyes get huge once again. "What spell?"
"It's not one I know well, but it's one that controls the movement and shape of water."
"Okay, show me!"
Singe looks at his feet. "I don't know it."
Polly looks confused. "Then how can you teach me?" Her bottom lip sticks out as she begins to pout. "Are you just lying to me? Adults do that a lot when they don't think I can handle the truth."
"No, no no. You can handle the truth.The truth is that I don't know everything. But I see the way you interact with Mr. Drippy and I thought you might enjoy the synergy."
Polly nodded. "So, how do I know what I'm supposed to do?"
"We go find out! Together!"
Polly looks at you confused. "I don't understand."
"I didn't just come up with these spells," Singe gestures to the spellbook, "Everything in there is built off of something else. I found many of the spells in other people's spellbooks. If this city is as good as it appears, it will have a library where we can find the spell."
"Yes! Let's do it! We can learn a new spell together!" Polly jumps up out of her seat, taking Singe's hand. She starts tugging at him.
Singe walks up to the group's table, Polly pulling him along, "We're going to a library to learn new spells. We'll be back within the next two hours. Does anyone know where one is?"
"Does Lord Viscardi know about this plan?" Perrin asks Woe.
"I will personally watch over her," the captain says. He stops when he's interrupted by Perrin and Singe. Singe coughs and looks at Polly.
"Is this the girl?" The captain asks, looking down at her.
"Pardon me, we really must be going." Singe ushers Polly away. Polly eyes the man, curiously, before being dragged away.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"There is no place for her to hide on the flying machine. And if she doesn't know where we are going, I hope it will be enough for her not to follow. We can't control her, but it should be easy for Captain Segred..." Woe points to him "... to keep an eye on her. She won't be able to get away from the boat. And on arrival he'll have to watch her. Woe turns to address the captain directly: "Yes, Captain Segred, this is the Circle of the Scarlet Dawn, a new adventurer's group I told you about. Everybody, this is Captain Segred."
Singe walks up, Polly pulling him along, "We're going to a library to learn new spells. We'll be back within the next two hours. Does anyone know where one is?"
"Does Lord Viscardi know about this plan?" Perrin asks Woe.
"I will personally watch over her," he says. He stops when he's interrupted by Perrin and Singe. Singe coughs and looks at Polly.
"Is this the girl?" The captain asks, looking down at her.
"Pardon me, we really must be going" Singe ushers Polly away.
Polly eyes the man, curiously, before being dragged away.
"I think so, I have only been able to send a message to Lord Eltan. But I also trust him 100%" says Woe.
"Is Lord Viscardi her father?" The Captain asks. "I will personally make sure she gets to him."
"Captain Segred, there is concern about Polly being uncontrollable, even though she is but six-years-old. Tell us, how will you manage an impetuous child, one that may wish to escape your care? What we have done is to befriend her and make her feel that she is doing something adventurous. Without being condescending. Can you do that?" Asks Koll
"It's her brother." Perrin chimes in.
Captain Segred clears his throat. "I will... perhaps hire," his eyes stray a bit before he spots Dapple, "A tabaxi to entertain her. Children are often entertained by the exotic creatures." He nods, satisfied with his answer.
"For some reason, I don't think that'll keep her entertained for long." Perrin states.
"It's only gonna be five days. The Memory is a fast ship." Woe states.
"I admit I am not well with children. But it is only five days. The Memory is a quick ship," the Captain says. They both speak at nearly the same time.
Turing to captain Segred Woe says: "Maybe you can teach Polly how to navigate a ship? I am sure she would enjoy that very much!"
"Why don't we let you and Polly meet and talk and see how you both feel after that. I understand you have a lot riding on this, Captain, so it is up to you to make a favorable impression. If you can convince her to go with you then I'm sure we will all be more at ease. Does that sound reasonable to everyone?" Asks Koll.
"I think it's a good plan. We will need to tell Polly eventually. Lera, Zamar, do you have anything to add?" Woe adds. The Captain shifts uncomfortably.
"Do not be afraid, Captain. Speak to her openly and honestly, but give her a sense of adventure and agency. I think she should go with you, but in order to convince the rest of us, you will need to convince Polly. Just think how you would have liked an adult to treat you when you were a child." Koll says.
"Yes, of course..." The Captain thinks a moment before nodding. "I think I can appeal to the child."
"Good luck appealing to her. Not even with the help of my goddess can I convince that child of anything." Perrins says.
Woe pokes Shanolia. "What is your opinion on this?"
Shanolia jumps at the sudden contact. "I'm sorry, opinion on what?" She looks around, taking in Dapple's bloodied appearance, Singe and Polly's absence, and the captain's presence
Woe rolls her eyes. "this is the captain who could take Polly back, he is leaving soon. Do you have questions? What are your thoughts?"
"I do not believe I am the best person to ask in a situation such as this; I do not trust those I cannot name, nor have ever seen." Shanolia eyes the captain to try and judge how trustworthy he is.
“This is a huge mistake. Insanity is attempting the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Woe, what about this time isn’t ya abandoning her? What about this time isn’t shipping her off away from exciting adventure? Nothing has changed, and so her response won’t change,” Lera scowled. “This dude is an idiot who’s best idea to entertain Polly is mildly racist. We don’t honestly know or trust him. Besides, Polly has been fine so far. Mr. Drippy is very adept at protecting her, as are the rest of us. Letting her go back will be a huge mistake I won’t stand by.”
"Lera, she is not your child. What seems like insanity is ascribing some kind of immovable and intractable superpower to a little girl. Perhaps you are beyond convincing, but I'm not so sure Polly is. I think a lot of her determination has come from you filling her head with dreams of adventure. You could convince her. I vote she returns with Captain Segred." Koll adds.
"I agree with Lera. You all saw the way that water-serpent made quick work of those fish. On top of that, she is a resourceful child with a will of iron and a wanderlust not dissimilar to our own. My only concern lies with her brother, the Lord. I admit I do not trust him fully either, but within his guild I can feel some semblance of safety. I do not wish to throw that away for a child that is not mine." Shanolia says. "I will stand beside whichever decision we come to, it would not be the first time I've been on the run from power, and she may prove to be capable in her right, but in the end, I believe the choice should be hers."
"Woe, we have other business to attend. Perhaps I can go now and do that thing with someone else while you and Lera hash this out. I've had my say." Koll gets up and looks to Dapple, but extends the invitation to others. "I have some business to attend in the city - would you like to accompany me?"
“I never put thoughts into her head that weren’t there already,” Lera frowned. “I’m not some petulant child, I earned my place here just like the rest of you. I also know Polly better than any of you, and I’m intelligently thinking through this. Why can’t you trust me?” Lera argues.
"I may speak for just myself here, but 'tis not that we don't trust you. You have proven yourself more than capable of being amongst the greatest of adventuring parties. We are simply afraid for the child's safety. If you believe that she will be safe with us, I will agree that she may tag along. I trust your judgment." She looks to Koll. "May I tag along as well? I have a few questions I would like to ask you." Shanolia says.
"Of course." Koll says.
“I firmly believe she will be much safer with us.” Lera states confidently.
"Who was that?" Polly asks as she and Singe exit the Thundering Lizard.
"I believe that was a captain of a ship."
"Why was he asking about me?" She looks over her shoulder.
"You said you could handle the truth, yes?"
"Yes!"
"That means you won't be mad about what I'm going to tell you?"
Polly frowns. "Why would I get mad?"
"Because they're talking about you."
"Who?"
"Everyone at that table." Singe sighs, "We're worried about you."
She begins to look worried. "Why? I'm okay! There's nothing wrong with me, I promise!"
Singe smiles nervously, not wanting Polly to have a temper tantrum in the middle of the street. "Some of the group doesn't think it's safe for you to keep going."
Frowning, Polly thinks about it for a moment. "But I have Mr. Drippy! And you're teaching me magic! I was okay when we fought those fishy things! And the stuff in the wizard's portal!"
"I know! I'm particularly conflicted about the entire thing. I think you should come but your safety should come before all else."
Polly hangs her head, and says softly, "The others don't think I should come with you, do they? They don't want me here."
"I think they want you safe."
"But... I am safe."
"Ok. Let's go learn some magic and then I want you to talk to them, make your case."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
The city is bustling with energy at this time in the morning. The Chultans are going about their business with a purpose on this beautiful day. Asking around, Singe learns that Wakanga O’tamu, Merchant Prince of Magic and Lore is the best bet to find what he's looking for, but there is also a sizable library in the Temple of Savras. Singe picks the former and goes to the estate of Waknaga O'tamu. The guards stop Singe and Polly at the gate to the estate, eyeing both of them.
"Hello gentlemen! I am here seeking an audience with the Merchant Prince Wakanga O'tuma on the matter of acquiring a spell scroll."
"Prince Wakanga is not currently available," the guard says, "But proceed to the door and ask for Herundo. He will acquire any scroll you need." The guard nods you through.
"Wonderful, thank you!" Singe walks into the estate. Polly follows, her mood very subdued.
The estate is impressive, even compared to the estates in Baldur's Gate. The lamps all seem to be lit by magic, even though they're not needed at this time of day. Wakanga seems to have taken advantage of his skills as the primary wizard in this City by outfitting his estate with nearly every magic bauble imaginable. As you approach the door, it asks, "To whom do you wish to see?" The door has a thick Chultan accent.
"We are here looking for Wakanga O'tuma, rather Herundo, we were told he would be able to get us a spell scroll we were after while O'tuma is unavailable."
There is a muffled voice beyond the door, and after a few moments a young Chultan opens it. "I am Herundo," he says. "Is this the girl you wish to send to Baldur's Gate? Wakanga is in the teleportation circle now. Shall we proceed?"
Polly frowns, and looks at Singe. "You... you're sending me back?"
"What? No. No. Who wanted to send her back. Tell me. Now." Singe's hair begins to dance and he speaks quickly, gesturing with his staff, testing out a new spell.
Polly's bottom lip begins to quiver, and tears fill up her eyes. She hides behind Singe, gripping at his arm. The man sees Singe casting and takes a step back, This does not looks like the Captain, Singe hears echoing through his head.
"The captain? Who hired the captain?"
He closes the door. "I'm sorry," the door says, "Wakanga is not currently available." Shit.... who was that? Was that the girl? It looked like her, but that was definitely not the captain of a ship. The thoughts fade as the man gets further away from the door. I need to tell Wakanga....
Singe looks at Polly, "You will not be leaving my side until we are out of Chult, understood?"
Polly nodded, tears starting to spill over her cheeks. "W-what's happening?"
"I have no idea," Singe fumes, "but there's a captain who has a lot to answer for." Singe begins to walk extremely quickly back to the Thundering Lizard. Polly takes Singe's hand and nearly runs to keep up with him.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"You piece of shit!" Singe screams as he bursts through the door to the Thundering Lizard, "You scheming, little, small minded, piece of shit!"
Singe walks over to the captain, pointing one finger at him. "This man! This man was not going to be taking Polly on any sailing ship! No! Not at all! This man had arranged a means of teleportation! Better? No! Why lie? Why lie unless it was horribly, horribly unethical, unimaginable, unfathomable! What are you doing? Who are you doing this for?"
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
The captain looks confused, but seeing the intensity in Singe's hair, he takes a step back. "I was only planning to do as I was told," he says. "I was meant to take her to Prince Wakanga. That is all I know!" He takes a step back towards the wall before adding, "They said not to tell Lady Woe that it would be through magic. The girl is terrified of magic, they said!" He honestly seems terrified himself. He saw Singe with his spell book and magical teachings and doesn't seem to be one that puts much trust in spells.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"I'd tell him if I was you. Right now you have several scary adventures who already didn't fully trust you to begin with and now trusts you even less because you lied to us. Now get to talking." Perrin says as he eyes the Captain and Polly preparing to jump and defend her if this guy makes any sudden moves.
"They?" He seems confused for a moment before adding, "Lord Eltan. He wanted the child to be teleported... that's all I know! Wakanga was supposed to send her to Baldur's Gate." He seems to compose himself for a moment, adding, "We could both benefit from this... Allow her to leave, and we can all earn coin enough for a lifetime."
Lera panicked, anger welling up inside her. She was right, and Woe’s stubbornness had almost led to something awful happening to Polly. She let out a scream, thunderous energy exploding out from her. She channeled it towards the liar, the magic narrowing into a focused bolt of thunder that hit him squarely in the chest. “HOW DARE YOU?” She roared, the man slumping to the ground. “AND HOW DARE YOU?” Lera spun towards Woe, pointing a finger at her.
“You were either in on it or too dumb to listen to me and realize this was a bad idea,” Lera glared at Woe. “And I’m not sure which is worse.”
Woe stands frozen and in shock watching the event unfold in front of her.
When Lera attacks her with words, Woe slowly looks at the teenager. She speaks in a low voice: "Too dumb to listen. Ha. I had no idea what he planned. But he should have just told me! Sending Polly back with teleportation would have been THE SINGLE safest way to do it! I would have been all for it!!! I am bitterly disappointed by your actions, Lera. You killed an innocent messenger. There are larger works at play. We'll find out what happened. But you need to leave here right now. You're in grave danger. Get out of here, all of you. We need to leave - Grasalfan, where is your flying machine! RUN, RUN, RUN!!"
Dapple had joined the others at the table, quiet, eyes following the intense argument as it progressed. He was puzzled. They were obviously discussing the girl child, but was she not a member of their group despite her age? It had seemed so, and she'd been involved in the combat when they'd freed him, or so he'd understood.
At Koll's incitation to join him, Dapple rose from his place. "I'll join you, if you'll have me," he says. "The distraction will keep me out of my own head. Just let me clean up a bit." Excusing himself, the tabaxi heads upstairs to quickly wash away the blood and clean his wounds. He's just finishing up and getting ready to head back down to the common room when he hears the raised voices, and Lera's shout rings out. Dashing for the stairs, he burst into the room to chaos. The sea captain lay on the floir, seeming dead, and Lera and Woe on the verge of more violence...
Polly grasped at Singe, terrified at all the yelling about her and let out a scream as this strange man exploded into her face. She began to wail loudly, trying to hide herself behind the wizard.
Grasalfan tries to ignore the argument that takes place about Lord Viscardi's sister. He felt she was industrious and somewhat intelligent, but he made no move to weigh in on the argument. It was their charge, whether they liked it or not, so it was their decision in the end. Singe's yelling brought the gnome to his feet, and when Lera let out the thunderous bolt of energy, blowing the captain's heart to pieces, Grasalfan grabbed one last long link of sausages. "Well," he says, "Chultaan prisons are much worse than ship brigs. Perhaps we should leave early." Trailing a link of sausages, Grasalfan grabs his pack and heads for the nearest exit.
"Really Woe? The safest? Why isn't Mr. Whistler here then? You know how he feels about Polly, he'd teleport halfway across the world for her. So who's waiting for her on the other side? I can tell you, a man who undoubtedly sees Polly as pawn in a giant game of dragonchess!" Singe leans over the sea captain, checking his pulse, there's none, "He's dead. We better start moving."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Eyes lighting up somewhat at this sudden turn of events - such excitement! - Dapple moves towards the door. "I don't know if I'd be dragged into this somehow, but I don't intend to lose anymore time in a prison. If you are leaving, I think I'll be coming along. There is nothing left for me here."
Dapple didn't know these people yet, but they were the only people alive that he did know. The only clan clan he had any connection to at all. It seems life just got much more interesting for him. "Well Mr. Bun. What do you think?"
At the sight of Lera’s actions Perrin just stands there shocked for a second but when everyone starts to move he just starts letting out a string of curses in hafling followed by (still in hafling) Yondalla what am I suppose to do with this before following the others out making sure that Polly is coming with and staying right behind her.
"This bloody child is going to be the death of us all." Shanolia mutters in Abyssal as she grabs her pack and rises to her feet. In Common, she calls out; "I suppose that settles the argument?" as she follows behind, bringing up the rear end of the group.
As Singe stands there, Polly clinging to him and wailing, he notices the tavern has gone deadly silent. Looking around, he sees all the patrons hiding behind and below tables, peering out at the group. As he scans the room, Singe sees the barkeep duck behind the bar, then a moment later, someone dashes out from behind the bar, into the kitchen.
”A child was being abducted!” Singe looks at the tavern before running out the door.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Zamar grabs his gear, spits on the Captain and shouts, “You will never try to abduct a child again, cur!” In an aggrieved tone. He then follows his compatriots out.
"Right," Singe begins, sitting at a table in the corner, "Magic is not simple. I cannot just go poof and make a fireball." Polly sits, wide eyed, paying attention to everything said to her, nodding at appropriate moments. Her lips move a little, as if she's taking notes. "I may be able to one day, but that's going into a complicated subject. Perrin, on the other hand won't ever be able to cast a fireball even though he has magic."
"Wow, really? Why? Do you think I'll ever be able to?" Polly asks, the words tumbling out of her.
"That's three questions, only two of which I can answer." Singe says with a smile, "Perrin is granted magic from his god. Just like Grasalfan does."
"So who gives you your magic? What about Lera?"
"Ahh, Lera has always had magic, I have had to... make magic? Wizards tap in to a fundamental part of our world. We manipulate the world around us. We call Lera's, Woe's Zamar's and my own form of magic 'arcane magic'. And we call Perrin and Grasalfan's magic 'divine magic' as it's from the gods." Polly nods, still wide eyed and taking everything in. If she had quill and parchment, she'd be taking extensive notes.
"Overall, both arcane and divine magic are separated into eight categories by their effect. They are, Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation."
"Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation," Polly repeats perfectly.
"Yes! They're big words and can get confused with each other. I used the acronym 'NICE DATE' to remember them when I was first learning magic."
Polly shrugs. "Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation," Polly repeats, again. "Easy enough."
Singe nods, "Abjuration is the magic of protection. Conjuration is the magic of movement and summoning. Divination is the magic of knowledge. Enchantment is mind altering magic. Evocation is the magic of assertion. Illusion creates things that aren't actually there. Necromancy is the magic of death. And Transmutation is changing magic." Polly's face scrunches up at the mention of death magic, "Yes, necromancy is a powerful and dangerous field, more so than other forms. However, the divine version of necromancy is often about reversing death or slowing it. But that type of magic is incredibly powerful."
"So, what's a fireball?"
"A fireball is an evocation spell, most harmful spells are."
Polly nods, looking up and to the right, as if she's filing away this information for later. "So what are you going to teach me?"
"Something that won't tax you greatly. Trying to create a fireball would probably result in you fainting or worse. We're going to make hands. Yes, hands." Singe says clearly "Ziaun...", turning his right hand from palm down to a fist, each finger, beginning with the pinky curling in. "Ti!" His hand returns to a face down palm. A spectral hand, purple and semisolid appears and floats around Polly.
Polly watches, eagle eyed, every single movement made. Once the hand pops into existence, she gasps. "Wow! Can you do anything with it?"
"I can't punch you, I can't lift incredibly heavy things, but I can make it pick stuff up, carry a book, or help me write. Do you remember that bard competition about two tendays ago?"
"Yeah! It was fun!"
"Do you remember when Zamar was playing and that hand came out of his hand?"
Polly's face changed as she came to a realization. "Was that you?"
Singe grins, his hair going wild. "Yes! You can make the hand look however you want!"
"How do you make it do things?"
"I just think it. For example, if I want it to go over and tap Lera's back, I just think it and..." The hand drifts over to Lera and taps her shoulder.
Polly giggles, getting excited once again. "Can I try?"
"Sure! Repeat what I say and my hand gestures. Ziaun," he repeats the hand gesture for her.
This time, Polly doesn't pay attention to you. Instead she's focused. "Ziaun." She turned her right hand palm down into a fist, perfectly mimicking everything you did, curling each finger, starting with her pinky. "Ti!" Again her movements perfectly mimic your own, her hand returning to a face down palm. A tiny spectral hand appears in front of Singe, then quickly moves toward him, flicking him on the ear, before it disappears. Polly looks at Singe, growing excitement on her face. "Did you see that?"
"Yes I did! You did magic! Do you want to make it look different? Perhaps like Mr. Drippy!"
"How do I do that?"
"As you cast the spell imagine the hand however you want."
Polly tries once more, doing everything exactly the way she was shown. This time, a spectral version of Mr. Drippy appears before you, and pokes you in the chest. As last time, it only lasts a moment before it's gone. "So cool! What else? What else?"
"Most people cast magic in different ways. Woe and Zamar and Lera know a small number of spells. Perrin and Grasalfan, by calling on their gods can change what they cast from day to day."
"How do you learn new spells?"
"I'm somewhere in between. I have a spellbook." Singe produces his personal one. "And each morning I practice a few of them, as many as I can remember and then I can cast those spells through out the day."
"Oh wow, can I see it?" Her eyes grow huge with wonder.
"Yes," Singe hands the book over.
Polly begins to flip through the spellbook, studying each page intensely for a moment, then moves on to the next page, where she does the same thing. When she gets to the page labeled 'Fire Bolt' she pauses even longer, seemingly disappointed; the page is written in a mixture of Common, Elvish, and Primordial.
"If I give you that spell, I give you the right to burn someone. I've seen that spell kill."
Polly looked up, confused. "What do you mean? I wouldn't want to burn anyone!" She seems shocked by this.
"That's what that spell is for."
"I know it makes fire, but I would... just... burn things..." She looks somber. "Or start campfires." She bites her lip. "Or protect myself from bad guys."
Singe sighs "What do you think Mr. Drippy will think of you shooting fire out of your hands?"
Polly thought on this a moment. "Mr. Drippy just wants to protect me."
"Fire and water don't mix well."
"But I'm not throwing fire at him!"
"I know! I know. We still have a little time before we leave, do you want to get your own spellbook?"
Polly looks at the book one more time. "Nah, I don't need it. I can remember things!"
Singe takes a moment before looking at the six year old straight in the eyes, "I'll strike a deal with you Polly."
"Okay!"
"I'll teach you fire bolt if you learn one spell of my choosing."
Her eyes get huge once again. "What spell?"
"It's not one I know well, but it's one that controls the movement and shape of water."
"Okay, show me!"
Singe looks at his feet. "I don't know it."
Polly looks confused. "Then how can you teach me?" Her bottom lip sticks out as she begins to pout. "Are you just lying to me? Adults do that a lot when they don't think I can handle the truth."
"No, no no. You can handle the truth.The truth is that I don't know everything. But I see the way you interact with Mr. Drippy and I thought you might enjoy the synergy."
Polly nodded. "So, how do I know what I'm supposed to do?"
"We go find out! Together!"
Polly looks at you confused. "I don't understand."
"I didn't just come up with these spells," Singe gestures to the spellbook, "Everything in there is built off of something else. I found many of the spells in other people's spellbooks. If this city is as good as it appears, it will have a library where we can find the spell."
"Yes! Let's do it! We can learn a new spell together!" Polly jumps up out of her seat, taking Singe's hand. She starts tugging at him.
Singe walks up to the group's table, Polly pulling him along, "We're going to a library to learn new spells. We'll be back within the next two hours. Does anyone know where one is?"
"Does Lord Viscardi know about this plan?" Perrin asks Woe.
"I will personally watch over her," the captain says. He stops when he's interrupted by Perrin and Singe. Singe coughs and looks at Polly.
"Is this the girl?" The captain asks, looking down at her.
"Pardon me, we really must be going." Singe ushers Polly away. Polly eyes the man, curiously, before being dragged away.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"There is no place for her to hide on the flying machine. And if she doesn't know where we are going, I hope it will be enough for her not to follow. We can't control her, but it should be easy for Captain Segred..." Woe points to him "... to keep an eye on her. She won't be able to get away from the boat. And on arrival he'll have to watch her. Woe turns to address the captain directly: "Yes, Captain Segred, this is the Circle of the Scarlet Dawn, a new adventurer's group I told you about. Everybody, this is Captain Segred."
Singe walks up, Polly pulling him along, "We're going to a library to learn new spells. We'll be back within the next two hours. Does anyone know where one is?"
"Does Lord Viscardi know about this plan?" Perrin asks Woe.
"I will personally watch over her," he says. He stops when he's interrupted by Perrin and Singe. Singe coughs and looks at Polly.
"Is this the girl?" The captain asks, looking down at her.
"Pardon me, we really must be going" Singe ushers Polly away.
Polly eyes the man, curiously, before being dragged away.
"I think so, I have only been able to send a message to Lord Eltan. But I also trust him 100%" says Woe.
"Is Lord Viscardi her father?" The Captain asks. "I will personally make sure she gets to him."
"Captain Segred, there is concern about Polly being uncontrollable, even though she is but six-years-old. Tell us, how will you manage an impetuous child, one that may wish to escape your care? What we have done is to befriend her and make her feel that she is doing something adventurous. Without being condescending. Can you do that?" Asks Koll
"It's her brother." Perrin chimes in.
Captain Segred clears his throat. "I will... perhaps hire," his eyes stray a bit before he spots Dapple, "A tabaxi to entertain her. Children are often entertained by the exotic creatures." He nods, satisfied with his answer.
"For some reason, I don't think that'll keep her entertained for long." Perrin states.
"It's only gonna be five days. The Memory is a fast ship." Woe states.
"I admit I am not well with children. But it is only five days. The Memory is a quick ship," the Captain says. They both speak at nearly the same time.
Turing to captain Segred Woe says: "Maybe you can teach Polly how to navigate a ship? I am sure she would enjoy that very much!"
"Why don't we let you and Polly meet and talk and see how you both feel after that. I understand you have a lot riding on this, Captain, so it is up to you to make a favorable impression. If you can convince her to go with you then I'm sure we will all be more at ease. Does that sound reasonable to everyone?" Asks Koll.
"I think it's a good plan. We will need to tell Polly eventually. Lera, Zamar, do you have anything to add?" Woe adds. The Captain shifts uncomfortably.
"Do not be afraid, Captain. Speak to her openly and honestly, but give her a sense of adventure and agency. I think she should go with you, but in order to convince the rest of us, you will need to convince Polly. Just think how you would have liked an adult to treat you when you were a child." Koll says.
"Yes, of course..." The Captain thinks a moment before nodding. "I think I can appeal to the child."
"Good luck appealing to her. Not even with the help of my goddess can I convince that child of anything." Perrins says.
Woe pokes Shanolia. "What is your opinion on this?"
Shanolia jumps at the sudden contact. "I'm sorry, opinion on what?" She looks around, taking in Dapple's bloodied appearance, Singe and Polly's absence, and the captain's presence
Woe rolls her eyes. "this is the captain who could take Polly back, he is leaving soon. Do you have questions? What are your thoughts?"
"I do not believe I am the best person to ask in a situation such as this; I do not trust those I cannot name, nor have ever seen." Shanolia eyes the captain to try and judge how trustworthy he is.
“This is a huge mistake. Insanity is attempting the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Woe, what about this time isn’t ya abandoning her? What about this time isn’t shipping her off away from exciting adventure? Nothing has changed, and so her response won’t change,” Lera scowled. “This dude is an idiot who’s best idea to entertain Polly is mildly racist. We don’t honestly know or trust him. Besides, Polly has been fine so far. Mr. Drippy is very adept at protecting her, as are the rest of us. Letting her go back will be a huge mistake I won’t stand by.”
"Lera, she is not your child. What seems like insanity is ascribing some kind of immovable and intractable superpower to a little girl. Perhaps you are beyond convincing, but I'm not so sure Polly is. I think a lot of her determination has come from you filling her head with dreams of adventure. You could convince her. I vote she returns with Captain Segred." Koll adds.
"I agree with Lera. You all saw the way that water-serpent made quick work of those fish. On top of that, she is a resourceful child with a will of iron and a wanderlust not dissimilar to our own. My only concern lies with her brother, the Lord. I admit I do not trust him fully either, but within his guild I can feel some semblance of safety. I do not wish to throw that away for a child that is not mine." Shanolia says. "I will stand beside whichever decision we come to, it would not be the first time I've been on the run from power, and she may prove to be capable in her right, but in the end, I believe the choice should be hers."
"Woe, we have other business to attend. Perhaps I can go now and do that thing with someone else while you and Lera hash this out. I've had my say." Koll gets up and looks to Dapple, but extends the invitation to others. "I have some business to attend in the city - would you like to accompany me?"
“I never put thoughts into her head that weren’t there already,” Lera frowned. “I’m not some petulant child, I earned my place here just like the rest of you. I also know Polly better than any of you, and I’m intelligently thinking through this. Why can’t you trust me?” Lera argues.
"I may speak for just myself here, but 'tis not that we don't trust you. You have proven yourself more than capable of being amongst the greatest of adventuring parties. We are simply afraid for the child's safety. If you believe that she will be safe with us, I will agree that she may tag along. I trust your judgment." She looks to Koll. "May I tag along as well? I have a few questions I would like to ask you." Shanolia says.
"Of course." Koll says.
“I firmly believe she will be much safer with us.” Lera states confidently.
"Who was that?" Polly asks as she and Singe exit the Thundering Lizard.
"I believe that was a captain of a ship."
"Why was he asking about me?" She looks over her shoulder.
"You said you could handle the truth, yes?"
"Yes!"
"That means you won't be mad about what I'm going to tell you?"
Polly frowns. "Why would I get mad?"
"Because they're talking about you."
"Who?"
"Everyone at that table." Singe sighs, "We're worried about you."
She begins to look worried. "Why? I'm okay! There's nothing wrong with me, I promise!"
Singe smiles nervously, not wanting Polly to have a temper tantrum in the middle of the street. "Some of the group doesn't think it's safe for you to keep going."
Frowning, Polly thinks about it for a moment. "But I have Mr. Drippy! And you're teaching me magic! I was okay when we fought those fishy things! And the stuff in the wizard's portal!"
"I know! I'm particularly conflicted about the entire thing. I think you should come but your safety should come before all else."
Polly hangs her head, and says softly, "The others don't think I should come with you, do they? They don't want me here."
"I think they want you safe."
"But... I am safe."
"Ok. Let's go learn some magic and then I want you to talk to them, make your case."
Polly nods and follows along silently.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
The city is bustling with energy at this time in the morning. The Chultans are going about their business with a purpose on this beautiful day. Asking around, Singe learns that Wakanga O’tamu, Merchant Prince of Magic and Lore is the best bet to find what he's looking for, but there is also a sizable library in the Temple of Savras. Singe picks the former and goes to the estate of Waknaga O'tamu. The guards stop Singe and Polly at the gate to the estate, eyeing both of them.
"Hello gentlemen! I am here seeking an audience with the Merchant Prince Wakanga O'tuma on the matter of acquiring a spell scroll."
"Prince Wakanga is not currently available," the guard says, "But proceed to the door and ask for Herundo. He will acquire any scroll you need." The guard nods you through.
"Wonderful, thank you!" Singe walks into the estate. Polly follows, her mood very subdued.
The estate is impressive, even compared to the estates in Baldur's Gate. The lamps all seem to be lit by magic, even though they're not needed at this time of day. Wakanga seems to have taken advantage of his skills as the primary wizard in this City by outfitting his estate with nearly every magic bauble imaginable. As you approach the door, it asks, "To whom do you wish to see?" The door has a thick Chultan accent.
"We are here looking for Wakanga O'tuma, rather Herundo, we were told he would be able to get us a spell scroll we were after while O'tuma is unavailable."
There is a muffled voice beyond the door, and after a few moments a young Chultan opens it. "I am Herundo," he says. "Is this the girl you wish to send to Baldur's Gate? Wakanga is in the teleportation circle now. Shall we proceed?"
Polly frowns, and looks at Singe. "You... you're sending me back?"
"What? No. No. Who wanted to send her back. Tell me. Now." Singe's hair begins to dance and he speaks quickly, gesturing with his staff, testing out a new spell.
Polly's bottom lip begins to quiver, and tears fill up her eyes. She hides behind Singe, gripping at his arm. The man sees Singe casting and takes a step back, This does not looks like the Captain, Singe hears echoing through his head.
"The captain? Who hired the captain?"
He closes the door. "I'm sorry," the door says, "Wakanga is not currently available." Shit.... who was that? Was that the girl? It looked like her, but that was definitely not the captain of a ship. The thoughts fade as the man gets further away from the door. I need to tell Wakanga....
Singe looks at Polly, "You will not be leaving my side until we are out of Chult, understood?"
Polly nodded, tears starting to spill over her cheeks. "W-what's happening?"
"I have no idea," Singe fumes, "but there's a captain who has a lot to answer for." Singe begins to walk extremely quickly back to the Thundering Lizard. Polly takes Singe's hand and nearly runs to keep up with him.
Singe cast detect thoughts somewhere in there.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"You piece of shit!" Singe screams as he bursts through the door to the Thundering Lizard, "You scheming, little, small minded, piece of shit!"
Singe walks over to the captain, pointing one finger at him. "This man! This man was not going to be taking Polly on any sailing ship! No! Not at all! This man had arranged a means of teleportation! Better? No! Why lie? Why lie unless it was horribly, horribly unethical, unimaginable, unfathomable! What are you doing? Who are you doing this for?"
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
The captain looks confused, but seeing the intensity in Singe's hair, he takes a step back. "I was only planning to do as I was told," he says. "I was meant to take her to Prince Wakanga. That is all I know!" He takes a step back towards the wall before adding, "They said not to tell Lady Woe that it would be through magic. The girl is terrified of magic, they said!" He honestly seems terrified himself. He saw Singe with his spell book and magical teachings and doesn't seem to be one that puts much trust in spells.
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"Who's they!" Singe does not back down.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"I'd tell him if I was you. Right now you have several scary adventures who already didn't fully trust you to begin with and now trusts you even less because you lied to us. Now get to talking." Perrin says as he eyes the Captain and Polly preparing to jump and defend her if this guy makes any sudden moves.
"They?" He seems confused for a moment before adding, "Lord Eltan. He wanted the child to be teleported... that's all I know! Wakanga was supposed to send her to Baldur's Gate." He seems to compose himself for a moment, adding, "We could both benefit from this... Allow her to leave, and we can all earn coin enough for a lifetime."
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Lera panicked, anger welling up inside her. She was right, and Woe’s stubbornness had almost led to something awful happening to Polly. She let out a scream, thunderous energy exploding out from her. She channeled it towards the liar, the magic narrowing into a focused bolt of thunder that hit him squarely in the chest. “HOW DARE YOU?” She roared, the man slumping to the ground. “AND HOW DARE YOU?” Lera spun towards Woe, pointing a finger at her.
“You were either in on it or too dumb to listen to me and realize this was a bad idea,” Lera glared at Woe. “And I’m not sure which is worse.”
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Woe stands frozen and in shock watching the event unfold in front of her.
When Lera attacks her with words, Woe slowly looks at the teenager. She speaks in a low voice: "Too dumb to listen. Ha. I had no idea what he planned. But he should have just told me! Sending Polly back with teleportation would have been THE SINGLE safest way to do it! I would have been all for it!!! I am bitterly disappointed by your actions, Lera. You killed an innocent messenger. There are larger works at play. We'll find out what happened. But you need to leave here right now. You're in grave danger. Get out of here, all of you. We need to leave - Grasalfan, where is your flying machine! RUN, RUN, RUN!!"
Dapple had joined the others at the table, quiet, eyes following the intense argument as it progressed. He was puzzled. They were obviously discussing the girl child, but was she not a member of their group despite her age? It had seemed so, and she'd been involved in the combat when they'd freed him, or so he'd understood.
At Koll's incitation to join him, Dapple rose from his place. "I'll join you, if you'll have me," he says. "The distraction will keep me out of my own head. Just let me clean up a bit." Excusing himself, the tabaxi heads upstairs to quickly wash away the blood and clean his wounds. He's just finishing up and getting ready to head back down to the common room when he hears the raised voices, and Lera's shout rings out. Dashing for the stairs, he burst into the room to chaos. The sea captain lay on the floir, seeming dead, and Lera and Woe on the verge of more violence...
Polly grasped at Singe, terrified at all the yelling about her and let out a scream as this strange man exploded into her face. She began to wail loudly, trying to hide herself behind the wizard.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Grasalfan tries to ignore the argument that takes place about Lord Viscardi's sister. He felt she was industrious and somewhat intelligent, but he made no move to weigh in on the argument. It was their charge, whether they liked it or not, so it was their decision in the end. Singe's yelling brought the gnome to his feet, and when Lera let out the thunderous bolt of energy, blowing the captain's heart to pieces, Grasalfan grabbed one last long link of sausages. "Well," he says, "Chultaan prisons are much worse than ship brigs. Perhaps we should leave early." Trailing a link of sausages, Grasalfan grabs his pack and heads for the nearest exit.
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"Really Woe? The safest? Why isn't Mr. Whistler here then? You know how he feels about Polly, he'd teleport halfway across the world for her. So who's waiting for her on the other side? I can tell you, a man who undoubtedly sees Polly as pawn in a giant game of dragonchess!" Singe leans over the sea captain, checking his pulse, there's none, "He's dead. We better start moving."
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Eyes lighting up somewhat at this sudden turn of events - such excitement! - Dapple moves towards the door. "I don't know if I'd be dragged into this somehow, but I don't intend to lose anymore time in a prison. If you are leaving, I think I'll be coming along. There is nothing left for me here."
Dapple didn't know these people yet, but they were the only people alive that he did know. The only clan clan he had any connection to at all. It seems life just got much more interesting for him. "Well Mr. Bun. What do you think?"
At the sight of Lera’s actions Perrin just stands there shocked for a second but when everyone starts to move he just starts letting out a string of curses in hafling followed by (still in hafling) Yondalla what am I suppose to do with this before following the others out making sure that Polly is coming with and staying right behind her.
"This bloody child is going to be the death of us all." Shanolia mutters in Abyssal as she grabs her pack and rises to her feet. In Common, she calls out; "I suppose that settles the argument?" as she follows behind, bringing up the rear end of the group.
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As Singe stands there, Polly clinging to him and wailing, he notices the tavern has gone deadly silent. Looking around, he sees all the patrons hiding behind and below tables, peering out at the group. As he scans the room, Singe sees the barkeep duck behind the bar, then a moment later, someone dashes out from behind the bar, into the kitchen.
”A child was being abducted!” Singe looks at the tavern before running out the door.
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Zamar grabs his gear, spits on the Captain and shouts, “You will never try to abduct a child again, cur!” In an aggrieved tone. He then follows his compatriots out.
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