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"It will be a long drop from here to the ground below, but I believe we can make it if we need to." Lerithyn looks at the elevator, "That said, if we trigger a trap after finding the mineral I can get us out of here without using the portal device." He looks around the room a bit, "In the boiler room there was a signet above the elevator. I would assume there would be a signet of significance here as well."
Lerithyn goes through an intricate search procedure he had learned in the lab, mentally creating a grid of the whole area and inspecting each individual grid-spot until he found what he was looking for. When he reaches the table he attempts to pull the cloth off and lets it drop to the floor to reveal the tables they were hiding. (16Investigation)
Lerithyn starts searching all around the dining room, passing his hands over and under the tablecloths, removing when able to see what's below. In the meantime, Ilmo climbs the kitchen furniture and takes a look at the silverware in the drawers.
"They are actually a nice imitation of what we're looking for... wait..." and he lifts the golden one, showing a hollow mark in its middle. "This is it! They has it engraved in this spoon! But now it's gone! How in the Thirteen Peaks of Goldmeadow are we going to find it now? And if we can, how are we going take this out without Mr. Teleporter killing us on our way down? This is a fernian 50th floor!"
"Well we don't have to take the spoon, do we, so we should be fine, no? I don't think a halfling relic will be cared about nearly as much as giant relics."
Ra'sakar turns back to the lift, speaking in giant once more, in order to confirm this.
"If the item we intend to find in this tower was not of giant make, was of a foreign people, would we still be killed if we tried to leave with it?"
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Lerithyn laughs a moment as something occurs to him. It's rare for him to laugh, but when he does it's usually because he caught himself acting out of place. "My apologies... This may help make the search a bit easier," he pulls a small thick monocle from pack, fiddles with his puzzle cube, and casts Detect Magic as he begins the ritual of investigation. He focuses his efforts around where Ilmo found the spoon and works his way in a circular pattern from there.
Thinking of the last spoon he picked up Stribog kept his hands in his pockets not wanting a repeat of the last time. Still he kept himself ready...in case something did appear.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Lerithyn analyzes around the utensils with patience while the Lift is answering Ra'sakar.
"I only care for Great Things made by Great Beings."
Aukan gets into the oversized teleporting box, and starts pocketing the skeletal remains in there, ignored before except for a quick look by Lerythin. With a little effort, he finds some hidden sewing inside the clothing, locating nine gems, all of them big but one: a pearl that overshadowed every other piece in quality and artisan's handicraft.
Ilmo steps forward, looking at Aukan in admiration.
"Indeed, that is quite a bit of luck. Now, let us remove these bodies, and the items they had with them."
Once the bodies are removed from the elevator, and while Aukan still stands in the lift with the pearl, Ra'sakar speaks to the Lift in giant.
"Guardian of the tower, how are you able to determine whether people are stealing giant crafted items? If it is by detecting their work in the lift, could you tell me if there is anything that would identify as being a giant craft item?"
"Very nice, Mr. Aukan." Lerithyn works his ways closer to Aukan and, once near enough to feel the pang of magic, focuses on the pearl with his monocle (attempting to determine the school(s) of magic that enchants the pearl).
"Good on you Aukan!" Stribog says as he pats the scholar on the back. "Now we can move on from here. Onward and upward right!" Looking to the rest of the group, Stribog is excited to move away from this place and hopes that everyone will soon forget his blunder.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"You have nothing made by a Giant on yourself, so I do not consider yourself a petty thief. I have been blessed with a link to all things made by Giants in this Tower, so I can feel them when they pass through me."
Leithyn can not easily determine the school of magic that permeates the jewel. (Depending on how Lerithyn perceives each school aura, he gets a difficult-to-interpret reading. For example, if he sees auras of different color for each school, he sees a rainbow; if he feels textures, he gets mixed reactions; if he hears tones, he gets static, etc.)
"Giant-friend," the Lift adds to Aukan. "Zendikar is about to manifest itself around the city right now... you may want to stay inside for a day or two instead of risking you and your companions to get lost among the turbulence of its soul."
Ilmo whispers to Aukan, comically intending not to be heard by the Lift:
"I'd like to stress that I'm not part of House Ghallanda. Lady Sorala hires me now and then to do her bidding because of my very particular talents."
"We are, but there's a Roil storm coming. Best to stay here til it passes."
Ra'sakar has a slightly manic grin on his face as he mentions the Roil storm, but takes a more serious expression as he mentions that the group should remain in the tower.
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The party makes its way to the top of the Tower, in order to spend some hours around. Each one of its members were dedicated to their own business, having looks through the windows onto the surface below. Curiosity was making them hunger for details, as none of them had experienced a Roil before. Everyone knew what was it, but none had a clear idea of how it happened. The only details that was common to every version is that it turned maps of the region totally useless. Some stories mentioned time and distance as relative, blaming a distant dark deity (khorvairians call it the Traveler's Curse; native blame it on Cosi the Trickster); others referenced wild magic and a fierce ecology as the land was alive, combining elements and causing violent and erratic changes in the terrain. Most stories fell at some point between those extremes.
"The spike fields are bad, but they're nothing compared to Windblast Gorge. A drake will rip you to shreds before you can bat an eyelash. And mark my words: Xen'drik makes magic run wild. Don't trust it. The higher you climb, the deep you swim, the faster you run... the worse the Roil gets. The land writhes like its got a mind of its own. If you're in the way of a Roil tide, you're a goner" said Ilmo. "Quakes, floods, noxious gas, life blooms... everything is possib... " and he stopped himself, pointing at the distance. "I think it's starting... over there".
The land shuddered and writhed, tectonic chaos started around, extreme weather showing out of nowhere, and sudden destruction exploding all around. Large boulders and shards of rock erupted from the earth, and then subsided to start allover again a few second later. Winds could be seen as they pulled out trees by their roots turning debris and vegetation into devastating funnel clouds. Over a not so distant river, whirlpools were lifting up and sucking down whatever they found, as waves crashed flooded the forests next to them.
"I've always heard about the rock crags, the dust storms and tornadoes and the tidal waves and the sinkholes... but this... this is just another level on danger I don't want to experience first hand EVER in my life" whispered the gnome.
For those born on Xen'drik, the Roil is a natural phenomenon, but witnessing it (and surviving it) was a privilege granted to a handful of people.
As suddenly as it started, it was gone. A few minutes that seem to last hours changed everything around. The river at the distance has changed its course, now heading east, and the snapped trees were growing in different places and in different varieties, with bright and gigantic flowers drawing back the flying animals that mere minutes before had departed in frenzied desperation.
Lerithyn watches as the roil does its thing. From this altitude he had watched it many times when he was younger and was able to recognize patterns in its chaos. The patterns seemed distant now, as if his time spent in a civilized world had changed the way he viewed everything. This concerned him a bit as he watched, but he never voiced any of these concerns. Instead he focused on the task at hand while fidgeting with his focus. "Shall we leave now?"
Stribog Northson was in awe of the chaos that he witnessed. Not just seeing what had happened bUT feeling the power was even more enjoyable then he could have hoped. With the storm over he followed the rest of the companions to the lift.
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"It will be a long drop from here to the ground below, but I believe we can make it if we need to." Lerithyn looks at the elevator, "That said, if we trigger a trap after finding the mineral I can get us out of here without using the portal device." He looks around the room a bit, "In the boiler room there was a signet above the elevator. I would assume there would be a signet of significance here as well."
Lerithyn goes through an intricate search procedure he had learned in the lab, mentally creating a grid of the whole area and inspecting each individual grid-spot until he found what he was looking for. When he reaches the table he attempts to pull the cloth off and lets it drop to the floor to reveal the tables they were hiding. (16 Investigation)
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Lerithyn starts searching all around the dining room, passing his hands over and under the tablecloths, removing when able to see what's below. In the meantime, Ilmo climbs the kitchen furniture and takes a look at the silverware in the drawers.
"They are actually a nice imitation of what we're looking for... wait..." and he lifts the golden one, showing a hollow mark in its middle. "This is it! They has it engraved in this spoon! But now it's gone! How in the Thirteen Peaks of Goldmeadow are we going to find it now? And if we can, how are we going take this out without Mr. Teleporter killing us on our way down? This is a fernian 50th floor!"
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"Well we don't have to take the spoon, do we, so we should be fine, no? I don't think a halfling relic will be cared about nearly as much as giant relics."
Ra'sakar turns back to the lift, speaking in giant once more, in order to confirm this.
"If the item we intend to find in this tower was not of giant make, was of a foreign people, would we still be killed if we tried to leave with it?"
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Lerithyn laughs a moment as something occurs to him. It's rare for him to laugh, but when he does it's usually because he caught himself acting out of place. "My apologies... This may help make the search a bit easier," he pulls a small thick monocle from pack, fiddles with his puzzle cube, and casts Detect Magic as he begins the ritual of investigation. He focuses his efforts around where Ilmo found the spoon and works his way in a circular pattern from there.
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Thinking of the last spoon he picked up Stribog kept his hands in his pockets not wanting a repeat of the last time. Still he kept himself ready...in case something did appear.
Lerithyn analyzes around the utensils with patience while the Lift is answering Ra'sakar.
"I only care for Great Things made by Great Beings."
Aukan gets into the oversized teleporting box, and starts pocketing the skeletal remains in there, ignored before except for a quick look by Lerythin. With a little effort, he finds some hidden sewing inside the clothing, locating nine gems, all of them big but one: a pearl that overshadowed every other piece in quality and artisan's handicraft.
Ilmo steps forward, looking at Aukan in admiration.
"That's the one! The Pearl From Heavens Above!"
"Let your dice roll"
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"Indeed, that is quite a bit of luck. Now, let us remove these bodies, and the items they had with them."
Once the bodies are removed from the elevator, and while Aukan still stands in the lift with the pearl, Ra'sakar speaks to the Lift in giant.
"Guardian of the tower, how are you able to determine whether people are stealing giant crafted items? If it is by detecting their work in the lift, could you tell me if there is anything that would identify as being a giant craft item?"
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"Very nice, Mr. Aukan." Lerithyn works his ways closer to Aukan and, once near enough to feel the pang of magic, focuses on the pearl with his monocle (attempting to determine the school(s) of magic that enchants the pearl).
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"Good on you Aukan!" Stribog says as he pats the scholar on the back. "Now we can move on from here. Onward and upward right!" Looking to the rest of the group, Stribog is excited to move away from this place and hopes that everyone will soon forget his blunder.
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"Is that finally happening? It has been quite a while, so I'll be looking forward to that. Definitely best to stay here for a couple of days."
A Roil storm. It had been longer than usual since the last one.
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"What is it?" Lerithyn asks. "Are we free to go?" He puts his monocle away, effectively ending his spell, and gets closer to the teleporter.
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"We are, but there's a Roil storm coming. Best to stay here til it passes."
Ra'sakar has a slightly manic grin on his face as he mentions the Roil storm, but takes a more serious expression as he mentions that the group should remain in the tower.
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The party makes its way to the top of the Tower, in order to spend some hours around. Each one of its members were dedicated to their own business, having looks through the windows onto the surface below. Curiosity was making them hunger for details, as none of them had experienced a Roil before. Everyone knew what was it, but none had a clear idea of how it happened. The only details that was common to every version is that it turned maps of the region totally useless. Some stories mentioned time and distance as relative, blaming a distant dark deity (khorvairians call it the Traveler's Curse; native blame it on Cosi the Trickster); others referenced wild magic and a fierce ecology as the land was alive, combining elements and causing violent and erratic changes in the terrain. Most stories fell at some point between those extremes.
"The spike fields are bad, but they're nothing compared to Windblast Gorge. A drake will rip you to shreds before you can bat an eyelash. And mark my words: Xen'drik makes magic run wild. Don't trust it. The higher you climb, the deep you swim, the faster you run... the worse the Roil gets. The land writhes like its got a mind of its own. If you're in the way of a Roil tide, you're a goner" said Ilmo. "Quakes, floods, noxious gas, life blooms... everything is possib... " and he stopped himself, pointing at the distance. "I think it's starting... over there".
The land shuddered and writhed, tectonic chaos started around, extreme weather showing out of nowhere, and sudden destruction exploding all around. Large boulders and shards of rock erupted from the earth, and then subsided to start allover again a few second later. Winds could be seen as they pulled out trees by their roots turning debris and vegetation into devastating funnel clouds. Over a not so distant river, whirlpools were lifting up and sucking down whatever they found, as waves crashed flooded the forests next to them.
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"It should be. Since the Guardian knew it was coming, perhaps it will know if it is safe. If it is, we shall be on our way."
Ra'sakar stands up, and walks over towards the elvevator, and gestures for the others to come over. His next words are in Giant.
"Is the Roil Storm over? If so, we shall be taking our leave."
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"Well that was magnificent"
Major takes another look out the window glancing over the changed landscape before following behind Ra'sakar toward the elevator.
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"I am not to be toyed with"
Lerithyn watches as the roil does its thing. From this altitude he had watched it many times when he was younger and was able to recognize patterns in its chaos. The patterns seemed distant now, as if his time spent in a civilized world had changed the way he viewed everything. This concerned him a bit as he watched, but he never voiced any of these concerns. Instead he focused on the task at hand while fidgeting with his focus. "Shall we leave now?"
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Stribog Northson was in awe of the chaos that he witnessed. Not just seeing what had happened bUT feeling the power was even more enjoyable then he could have hoped. With the storm over he followed the rest of the companions to the lift.