Ellanise opens her mouth to respond to Byldeth, but she hesitates, and her eyes snap back to Teryn for just a second. He can see one of her eyebrows rise minutely before she looks back at the dwarf. "Thank you, might dwarf, but my hope is that we can avoid physical confrontation." She smiles. "If it is unavoidable, however, I know we'll be in good hands."
Turning to the dwarf, Teryn speaks with his usual warmth and composure, his tone carrying a lightheartedness to match Byldeth’s enthusiasm.
“I feel much safer already knowing your shield and flame will be there to guide us in battle, should it come to that.” He gives a slight nod, his silver eyes glimmering with quiet amusement. “Like Ellanise, I hope we can resolve this mystery with words and wits rather than blades. Still, rest assured that I will do my part using my spells should a fight prove unavoidable."
Byldeth nods with a smile, "I agree that diplomacy is a great way, and it would be great if we could solve our problem with words instead of Steel. However, should problem arise and a fight is unavoidable, i will do my best to protect everyone." He said, turning towards Teryn, "And i am curious to see your magic! I've seen a few spellcasters and their tricks can be breathtaking."
Rowan smiles, giving the group a quick nod. “Y’know, I appreciate the talk of parley over punching,” he says, voice bright with a casual drawl. “Some folks might call me a brawler, but if we can solve this puzzle with words instead of weapons, that’s fine by me—keeps the fields from gettin’ trampled, after all.”
He chuckles softly, then glances toward the door leading to the hallway. “Still, if there’s one lesson from farm life I’ve held onto, it’s that you can’t reap a good harvest if you oversleep. Or, as they say: ‘The early bird catches the worm.’” He rubs a thumb absently along the edge of his cuff, eyes drifting to each face in the circle. “So I’m thinkin’ it’s past time I turn in. If we’re gonna be up ‘n at it come sunrise, best we not show up bleary-eyed.” The sincerity of the grin he flashes underlines his eagerness to start fresh in the morning—preferably bright and early.
Teryn’s serene smile broadened just a fraction at Byldeth’s comment, a flicker of pride lighting his silver eyes despite his efforts to temper it. “I appreciate your curiosity, Byldeth,”he said smoothly, his tone measured but tinged with quiet excitement. “Magic is a fascinating art—sometimes subtle, sometimes spectacular. I’ll admit, my spells can be rather…dramatic. I’ll do my best not to startle anyone should the need arise.”
There was a glimmer of something unspoken in his gaze, as if he were carefully keeping the more violent and unnerving aspects of his magic concealed. His abilities, after all, were as enchanting as they were unsettling—tools honed for precision, but capable of delivering frightful outcomes. He quickly shifted his focus back to Rowan, nodding in agreement with the halfling’s practical wisdom.
“You’re right, Rowan,” Teryn said, his voice warm. “Rest is a necessity, especially when there’s so much to accomplish. I’ll spend some time with a book in the lounge to pass the hours before I trance. It seems a fitting way to prepare for the challenges ahead.”
Morning comes gently to the quiet halls of the academy, where the warm glow of daylight filters through tall, arched windows. Throughout the night, no unexpected visitors disturbed your rest; the corridors remained still, and the wards—though compromised before—seemed peaceful under the watchful vigilance of occasional patrolling faculty.
After spending some time together in the lounge, each of you found ways to relax or discuss your specialties. Brief introductions of skill sets and methods were shared, forging the beginnings of a professional rapport. The group retired to the guest rooms Vasha arranged, finding them modest but comfortable—simple beds, a small chest for personal belongings, and dimly lit lanterns on side tables.
The night passed without incident. No strange footsteps in the corridors, no additional signs of intruders. The only sound was the soft hush of fellow academicians taking late-night strolls in distant hallways. As the first rays of morning sunlight spill into the lounge, Vasha arrives to greet you. She’s dressed much the same—dark attire, hair neatly brushed into place, golden clasps on her horns gleaming softly. A small, leather-bound ledger rests under one arm.
“Good morning. Professor Marsh is in a briefing with a few of the Academy’s senior staff but should be back soon. In the meantime, he asked me to see if you’ve decided how best to proceed.” She looks around at your group, expression poised but inviting curiosity.
“Given everything we uncovered, there are a few avenues to follow:
Speak with potential witnesses: The Academy’s groundskeepers, night guards, or even staff in neighboring wings might have seen or heard something. If the thieves were as skilled as we fear, they still might’ve left subtle signs along the way.
Check with local authorities: While we’ve been reluctant to involve them in any official capacity, a few casual inquiries about suspicious activity might yield clues—assuming no one in the watch is complicit, of course.
Inspect the grounds outside the window: It’s a steep drop, but if someone scaled the walls or found a magical means to ascend, there might be traces at the base of the building or along the outer structure.
Question any leads about the tome’s significance—whether that’s advanced students who overheard the professor discussing his findings, or rival scholars known to dabble in cosmic phenomena. Narrowing that list could point us directly to someone with motive.”
The Tiefling shifts the small ledger to her other hand, then regards each of you with a composed nod. “It’s your investigation now. None of us want to see that tome misused. If there’s any other resource you need—records, academic references, a discreet introduction to someone in the city—do let me know. The professor is very grateful and...quite anxious to help.” She offers a faint smile, genuinely grateful for your presence. “For now, I’ll stand ready to assist. If you plan to head outside or speak with staff, just say the word. We’re counting on your expertise.”
With that, Vasha waits patiently, giving you the chance to gather your belongings and finish breakfast before setting off on whichever leads you deem most pressing.
Byldeth did not sleep well. he woke up with a sense of dread. The paladin looked around, as if searching for a fiend that might have appeared on his rom, but gladly he did not see anything. Getting dressed, he quickly went to mee the group, nodding as he heard Vasha. "It seems we have many options. Why not split up in groups? So we can do things faster!" The dwarf offers.
“Splitting into groups does seem an efficient way to handle this, if everyone is agreeable of course,” Teryn said, his smooth voice measured and confident. “Checking outside the window for magical traces shouldn’t take long, and I’m happy to handle that.”
He turned his gaze to Byldeth, a faint smile touching his lips. “Byldeth, I imagine your standing as a paladin will carry some weight with the city guard. Your presence alone is sure to lend credibility to our inquiries.”
Teryn’s attention shifted briefly to Käinen, Rowan, and Ellanise, his tone warm but purposeful. “As for the leads about the tome’s significance, that’s a task I would particularly like to delve into. Understanding the Concordance—and the people who might covet its knowledge—could be key to unraveling this mystery. Anyone who overheard the professor’s discussions or has shown an interest in cosmic phenomena could be worth speaking to.”
He clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze steady as it moved between his companions. “Käinen, I suspect your skills in observation and stealth might be invaluable outside the window and in discreet conversations with staff. Rowan, your easy demeanor would serve well with witnesses or the guards, and Ellanise…” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Your history here in Luminaar could provide unique insights into those who might have the knowledge or motive to steal the tome.”
Byldeth can't help but blush at Teryn's words. "I will do my best! Although i need to be careful. The professor does not want even the guards to know that his book disappeared . . . I'm going to ask that something important was stolen from me. Maybe a symbol? A Paladin's symbol is important, they will know the severity."
Rowan scratches the back of his neck, offering the group a quick smile. “Splitting up does sound like the best way to cover ground,” he agrees, casting a glance at Teryn. “Your plan makes sense to me—though I’ll say, I’ve never been much good at weaving tall tales. I’d rather plow a straight furrow with folks, if you catch my drift, than sow my seeds on the sly. No offense to anyone who’s more subtle-minded; it’s just not what I’m best at.” He nods toward the window, his teal-blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I’ve a decent eye for tracks. If someone scaled that wall, I might catch a footprint or disturbed patch of grass. If that’s the lead we need, I’m happy to take a look with whoever’s heading outside. Otherwise,” he shrugs lightly, “I’ll go wherever you think my pair of hands will do most good.”
Ellanise words picked his interested, though he disguised that by looking at Vasha. At most people would think he fell for her or suspected her of the theft – a possibility not entirely discarded. Between a past that could help with the investigation and ability with stealth and daggers, Käinen was sure the elvish woman used to be a criminal. Fortunately, no one seemed to care about that.
He found the way the crew spoke… Strange. Different from what he would expect from normal people in normal conversation, but then again they were hired hands dealing with a very unique case. Either that or their pacifism was superficial. Whatever the case he was happy to find they were not the kind to rush for battle. Not that the goliath was a pacifist, but a fight with criminals was often to the death and that was a risk he would avoid whenever possible.
The way to his room was silent and sleep came easy, thanks to the years of training. Awakened he started the morning with stretches and light calisthenics. By the time Vasha appeared he was finishing the wrapping of his hands.
“So both of us and Rowan go window-staff while Ellise and Byldeth speak with the guards.”He said looking at everyone upon saying their names, as if asking for confirmation. “Byldeth, it may be a good idea to say that your symbol was some kind of antique jewelry imbued with magic. This way the guards will find more sense on the theft and you’ll be able to ask more inconspicuously about anyone strange walking the campus and people dealing in historic or magical artifacts.”
Byldeth snaps his finger, pointing at Kainen, "Great idea! I mean, normally i don't like to lie, but since its something to help the greater good, i hope it doesn't count." he gives out a nervous laugh, nodding. "Well, i'm ready when you guys are. Should we start now? The fastest we go, the less chance there will be of the bandits escaping."
Ellanise smiles a small smile. "I believe my skills would be better used here," she says to Käinen and the others. "I'd be happy to help look for physical clues or to question some of those who knew about the book."
Teryn nods, eager to start the investigation as well."Yes, the 'early bird catches the worm',"he states with a slight smile, echoing Rowan's earlier wisdom. "Let us begin with the window then." He heads out of the building to where the window leads, careful to avoid standing directly under it so as not to disturb any evidence the others might find, and casts detect magic again.
Morning’s light fills the corridors of the academy with a gentle warmth, accompanied by the low murmur of faculty and students beginning their daily routines. A few curious onlookers glance your way as you gather, clearly wondering what business this small band of adventurers has within these scholarly halls. Vasha stands by, ledger in hand, offering her usual calm nod to any who acknowledge her. She quietly reiterates her willingness to assist where needed. “If you find yourself in need of academy documents or wish to speak with someone formally, do let me know. I can arrange introductions. Otherwise, you have the Professor’s blessing to investigate as you see fit.”
After a short bow, she steps aside, allowing each of you to break off in whichever direction seems most pressing. The day is clear and the campus hums with subdued energy.
If you choose to examine the spot where the thieves might have scaled or bypassed the academy walls, you’ll find a narrow path skirting the edge of the building. From here, you can peer down the steep drop—a four-story plunge to a modest patch of courtyard below. The stone is smooth in most places, but small ledges and decorative flourishes may have provided footholds for a skilled climber. You’ll note the base of the wall lies in a semi-landscaped area of short grass and sparse bushes. A lone gardener can be seen in the distance, tending to a row of potted shrubs near the courtyard’s perimeter. The warded window you investigated last night sits high overhead. In daylight, you can see faint arcane glyphs etched into the stone, now dull without the protective magic once coursing through them.
If you’d rather talk to people who might have noticed strange comings and goings, the academy’s groundskeepers are usually out tidying the lawns or trimming hedges, occasionally moving equipment. A handful of students can be seen walking casually to their next study session. A handful of teaching assistants in robes similar to Vasha's bustle between buildings carrying stacks of scrolls. A custodian stands near a tall supply cupboard in the corridor, checking a list of maintenance tasks.
The nearest guard post lies just beyond the academy gates, near a busy thoroughfare where patrols often pass. Casual inquiries or a private discussion might shed light on any recent suspicious activity or rumors circulating through the city.
In the Arcana and Astronomy wings, clusters of advanced students and learned mages may be open to a polite line of questioning about rare texts or rumored cosmic events. A few older professors, recognized by their layered robes, can be found sipping tea in a small faculty lounge. Sometimes, scholars or independent researchers linger in the academy archives, scanning through musty tomes.
Following the sloping path along the academy’s outer wall, Teryn arrives at the courtyard below the study window. A mild breeze rustles the sparse bushes and low hedgerow, carrying the fresh scents of morning grass. The stone wall looms overhead, with the window in question staggeringly high above. From here, the wards’ glyphs are faintly visible as an etching in the masonry—no longer illuminated by arcane energy.
When you quietly intone the familiar words and motions of Detect Magic, a ripple of arcane awareness expands around you, overlapping the tranquil courtyard. For a brief moment, the routine hum of minor enchantments from the academy buildings lights up in your mind—a swirl of wards and protective spells laced through walls, window frames, and higher turrets.
At ground level, however, the immediate vicinity yields no strong magical signatures. The wards on this section of the wall are still severed at the window’s height, leaving little more than a dull residue where an active enchantment once existed. A subtle trace of that severed magic lingers, but no new or active spellwork stands out near the bushes or stone.
No other magic is immediately detectable on the grass, pathway, or the landscaping around the courtyard. A filmy outline of Abjuration magic flickers at the edge of your vision, but it’s hard to tell if it is from the degraded ward or some other source.
Rowan arrives at the courtyard alongside Teryn, letting the elf focus on his magical scanning while he goes down to one knee near the base of the wall. “Figured I’d do a bit of old-fashioned tracking,” he murmurs, running calloused fingers over the soil and short grass. He checks for any fresh disturbances—an overturned stone, a snapped twig, footprints pressed deeper in the dirt than normal. The decorative bushes catch his eye, too, as someone could have hidden behind them for a few short moments. He also notes that the small ledges and carvings on the wall look smooth, and checks for any freshly chipped bits of stone.
Glancing over to the distant gardener methodically trimming shrubs, Rowan straightens up and squints thoughtfully. “If someone was stompin’ around here in the middle of the night, I reckon this caretaker might’ve seen or heard a thing or two. A gardener pays attention to changes the way a farmer watches for caterpillars on his crop—one chewed leaf can warn you a bigger infestation’s on the way.” He points gently toward the manicured flower beds, adding, “If I had to guess, whoever scaled the wall might’ve left more signs than we’re seein’. Maybe the gardener noticed bent stems or torn leaves when he did his rounds.”
Once Teryn shares that nothing immediately magical shows near ground level, Rowan scratches his chin in mild frustration but doesn’t seem overly discouraged. “Not much arcane evidence, then,” he says, casting a quick look at the faint glyphs on the window above. “But I still think askin’ after any unusual footprints or torn foliage could be worth a shot. If one of the caretaker’s free, we could see if they noticed anything off—just like finding that one wilted plant in an otherwise healthy row.”
Survival for the tracking on wall and ground level: 19 Investigating the garden for hints of trespassing: 17 Asking the gardener/groundkeeper for disturbances the morning after the theft (if the others agree that we do that since it kinda gives some information away, that someone --as in we-- is snooping around for clues from just after that night, and this could trigger rumors and chitchat. I.e. just looking through the garden doesn't specify the date for what we are looking for.): 13
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Teryn watched Rowan work with quiet admiration, his silver eyes following the halfling’s methodical inspection of the courtyard. When Rowan spoke of the gardener’s attention to detail and the value of questioning them, Teryn gave a serene nod, his confidence in the halfling’s instincts evident.
“You’re absolutely right, Rowan,” Teryn said smoothly. “I trust you’ll be able to glean something useful from them. Your way with words and understanding of the natural world will serve us well here. I’ll leave this matter in your capable hands.”
With that, Teryn adjusted the collar of his fine clothes and discreetly produced a small vial of perfume from his satchel. He applied a subtle spritz to his wrists and neck, the faint, pleasant aroma lending him an added air of refinement. Satisfied with his preparation, he turned toward the academy, his steps light but deliberate.
The Arcana and Astronomy wings loomed ahead, their towering shelves of books and quiet corridors beckoning him. As Teryn entered, he noted the clusters of advanced students engaged in animated discussions, their voices a low hum of academic fervor. Here and there, learned mages gestured to star charts and arcane symbols, their layered robes marking them as scholars of note.
Insight to look for anyone acting strange/standing out: 10
Byldeth takes time to polish his armor and comb his hair- if he wanted the guards to cooperate with him, he had to appear professional and imposing. After a while, he walks outside, nodding to the group. If no one followed him, he would go alone, walking out of the campus and approaching the guard post. He took out once again his green vial, sipping the contents, coughing and putting it back into his pouch, as he entered the guard post. "Excuse me!"He calls, "I am in need of help."
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Teryn lowers his arms, subtly pointing to Ellanise and casting message, his own lineage spell.
'Don't let it bother you. Our non-elven friends simply require quite a bit of sleep.'
His whispered voice carries a slight mischievous lilt that he is careful not to allow in more open conversation.
Ellanise opens her mouth to respond to Byldeth, but she hesitates, and her eyes snap back to Teryn for just a second. He can see one of her eyebrows rise minutely before she looks back at the dwarf. "Thank you, might dwarf, but my hope is that we can avoid physical confrontation." She smiles. "If it is unavoidable, however, I know we'll be in good hands."
Turning to the dwarf, Teryn speaks with his usual warmth and composure, his tone carrying a lightheartedness to match Byldeth’s enthusiasm.
“I feel much safer already knowing your shield and flame will be there to guide us in battle, should it come to that.” He gives a slight nod, his silver eyes glimmering with quiet amusement. “Like Ellanise, I hope we can resolve this mystery with words and wits rather than blades. Still, rest assured that I will do my part using my spells should a fight prove unavoidable."
Byldeth nods with a smile, "I agree that diplomacy is a great way, and it would be great if we could solve our problem with words instead of Steel. However, should problem arise and a fight is unavoidable, i will do my best to protect everyone." He said, turning towards Teryn, "And i am curious to see your magic! I've seen a few spellcasters and their tricks can be breathtaking."
Rowan smiles, giving the group a quick nod. “Y’know, I appreciate the talk of parley over punching,” he says, voice bright with a casual drawl. “Some folks might call me a brawler, but if we can solve this puzzle with words instead of weapons, that’s fine by me—keeps the fields from gettin’ trampled, after all.”
He chuckles softly, then glances toward the door leading to the hallway. “Still, if there’s one lesson from farm life I’ve held onto, it’s that you can’t reap a good harvest if you oversleep. Or, as they say: ‘The early bird catches the worm.’” He rubs a thumb absently along the edge of his cuff, eyes drifting to each face in the circle. “So I’m thinkin’ it’s past time I turn in. If we’re gonna be up ‘n at it come sunrise, best we not show up bleary-eyed.” The sincerity of the grin he flashes underlines his eagerness to start fresh in the morning—preferably bright and early.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
Teryn’s serene smile broadened just a fraction at Byldeth’s comment, a flicker of pride lighting his silver eyes despite his efforts to temper it. “I appreciate your curiosity, Byldeth,” he said smoothly, his tone measured but tinged with quiet excitement. “Magic is a fascinating art—sometimes subtle, sometimes spectacular. I’ll admit, my spells can be rather…dramatic. I’ll do my best not to startle anyone should the need arise.”
There was a glimmer of something unspoken in his gaze, as if he were carefully keeping the more violent and unnerving aspects of his magic concealed. His abilities, after all, were as enchanting as they were unsettling—tools honed for precision, but capable of delivering frightful outcomes. He quickly shifted his focus back to Rowan, nodding in agreement with the halfling’s practical wisdom.
“You’re right, Rowan,” Teryn said, his voice warm. “Rest is a necessity, especially when there’s so much to accomplish. I’ll spend some time with a book in the lounge to pass the hours before I trance. It seems a fitting way to prepare for the challenges ahead.”
Morning comes gently to the quiet halls of the academy, where the warm glow of daylight filters through tall, arched windows. Throughout the night, no unexpected visitors disturbed your rest; the corridors remained still, and the wards—though compromised before—seemed peaceful under the watchful vigilance of occasional patrolling faculty.
After spending some time together in the lounge, each of you found ways to relax or discuss your specialties. Brief introductions of skill sets and methods were shared, forging the beginnings of a professional rapport. The group retired to the guest rooms Vasha arranged, finding them modest but comfortable—simple beds, a small chest for personal belongings, and dimly lit lanterns on side tables.
The night passed without incident. No strange footsteps in the corridors, no additional signs of intruders. The only sound was the soft hush of fellow academicians taking late-night strolls in distant hallways. As the first rays of morning sunlight spill into the lounge, Vasha arrives to greet you. She’s dressed much the same—dark attire, hair neatly brushed into place, golden clasps on her horns gleaming softly. A small, leather-bound ledger rests under one arm.
“Good morning. Professor Marsh is in a briefing with a few of the Academy’s senior staff but should be back soon. In the meantime, he asked me to see if you’ve decided how best to proceed.” She looks around at your group, expression poised but inviting curiosity.
“Given everything we uncovered, there are a few avenues to follow:
Speak with potential witnesses: The Academy’s groundskeepers, night guards, or even staff in neighboring wings might have seen or heard something. If the thieves were as skilled as we fear, they still might’ve left subtle signs along the way.
Check with local authorities: While we’ve been reluctant to involve them in any official capacity, a few casual inquiries about suspicious activity might yield clues—assuming no one in the watch is complicit, of course.
Inspect the grounds outside the window: It’s a steep drop, but if someone scaled the walls or found a magical means to ascend, there might be traces at the base of the building or along the outer structure.
Question any leads about the tome’s significance—whether that’s advanced students who overheard the professor discussing his findings, or rival scholars known to dabble in cosmic phenomena. Narrowing that list could point us directly to someone with motive.”
The Tiefling shifts the small ledger to her other hand, then regards each of you with a composed nod. “It’s your investigation now. None of us want to see that tome misused. If there’s any other resource you need—records, academic references, a discreet introduction to someone in the city—do let me know. The professor is very grateful and...quite anxious to help.” She offers a faint smile, genuinely grateful for your presence. “For now, I’ll stand ready to assist. If you plan to head outside or speak with staff, just say the word. We’re counting on your expertise.”
With that, Vasha waits patiently, giving you the chance to gather your belongings and finish breakfast before setting off on whichever leads you deem most pressing.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Byldeth did not sleep well. he woke up with a sense of dread. The paladin looked around, as if searching for a fiend that might have appeared on his rom, but gladly he did not see anything. Getting dressed, he quickly went to mee the group, nodding as he heard Vasha. "It seems we have many options. Why not split up in groups? So we can do things faster!" The dwarf offers.
“Splitting into groups does seem an efficient way to handle this, if everyone is agreeable of course,” Teryn said, his smooth voice measured and confident. “Checking outside the window for magical traces shouldn’t take long, and I’m happy to handle that.”
He turned his gaze to Byldeth, a faint smile touching his lips. “Byldeth, I imagine your standing as a paladin will carry some weight with the city guard. Your presence alone is sure to lend credibility to our inquiries.”
Teryn’s attention shifted briefly to Käinen, Rowan, and Ellanise, his tone warm but purposeful. “As for the leads about the tome’s significance, that’s a task I would particularly like to delve into. Understanding the Concordance—and the people who might covet its knowledge—could be key to unraveling this mystery. Anyone who overheard the professor’s discussions or has shown an interest in cosmic phenomena could be worth speaking to.”
He clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze steady as it moved between his companions. “Käinen, I suspect your skills in observation and stealth might be invaluable outside the window and in discreet conversations with staff. Rowan, your easy demeanor would serve well with witnesses or the guards, and Ellanise…” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Your history here in Luminaar could provide unique insights into those who might have the knowledge or motive to steal the tome.”
Byldeth can't help but blush at Teryn's words. "I will do my best! Although i need to be careful. The professor does not want even the guards to know that his book disappeared . . . I'm going to ask that something important was stolen from me. Maybe a symbol? A Paladin's symbol is important, they will know the severity."
Rowan scratches the back of his neck, offering the group a quick smile. “Splitting up does sound like the best way to cover ground,” he agrees, casting a glance at Teryn. “Your plan makes sense to me—though I’ll say, I’ve never been much good at weaving tall tales. I’d rather plow a straight furrow with folks, if you catch my drift, than sow my seeds on the sly. No offense to anyone who’s more subtle-minded; it’s just not what I’m best at.” He nods toward the window, his teal-blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I’ve a decent eye for tracks. If someone scaled that wall, I might catch a footprint or disturbed patch of grass. If that’s the lead we need, I’m happy to take a look with whoever’s heading outside. Otherwise,” he shrugs lightly, “I’ll go wherever you think my pair of hands will do most good.”
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
Ellanise words picked his interested, though he disguised that by looking at Vasha. At most people would think he fell for her or suspected her of the theft – a possibility not entirely discarded. Between a past that could help with the investigation and ability with stealth and daggers, Käinen was sure the elvish woman used to be a criminal. Fortunately, no one seemed to care about that.
He found the way the crew spoke… Strange. Different from what he would expect from normal people in normal conversation, but then again they were hired hands dealing with a very unique case. Either that or their pacifism was superficial. Whatever the case he was happy to find they were not the kind to rush for battle. Not that the goliath was a pacifist, but a fight with criminals was often to the death and that was a risk he would avoid whenever possible.
The way to his room was silent and sleep came easy, thanks to the years of training. Awakened he started the morning with stretches and light calisthenics. By the time Vasha appeared he was finishing the wrapping of his hands.
“So both of us and Rowan go window-staff while Ellise and Byldeth speak with the guards.” He said looking at everyone upon saying their names, as if asking for confirmation. “Byldeth, it may be a good idea to say that your symbol was some kind of antique jewelry imbued with magic. This way the guards will find more sense on the theft and you’ll be able to ask more inconspicuously about anyone strange walking the campus and people dealing in historic or magical artifacts.”
Byldeth snaps his finger, pointing at Kainen, "Great idea! I mean, normally i don't like to lie, but since its something to help the greater good, i hope it doesn't count." he gives out a nervous laugh, nodding. "Well, i'm ready when you guys are. Should we start now? The fastest we go, the less chance there will be of the bandits escaping."
Ellanise smiles a small smile. "I believe my skills would be better used here," she says to Käinen and the others. "I'd be happy to help look for physical clues or to question some of those who knew about the book."
Teryn nods, eager to start the investigation as well. "Yes, the 'early bird catches the worm'," he states with a slight smile, echoing Rowan's earlier wisdom. "Let us begin with the window then." He heads out of the building to where the window leads, careful to avoid standing directly under it so as not to disturb any evidence the others might find, and casts detect magic again.
Morning’s light fills the corridors of the academy with a gentle warmth, accompanied by the low murmur of faculty and students beginning their daily routines. A few curious onlookers glance your way as you gather, clearly wondering what business this small band of adventurers has within these scholarly halls. Vasha stands by, ledger in hand, offering her usual calm nod to any who acknowledge her. She quietly reiterates her willingness to assist where needed. “If you find yourself in need of academy documents or wish to speak with someone formally, do let me know. I can arrange introductions. Otherwise, you have the Professor’s blessing to investigate as you see fit.”
After a short bow, she steps aside, allowing each of you to break off in whichever direction seems most pressing. The day is clear and the campus hums with subdued energy.
If you choose to examine the spot where the thieves might have scaled or bypassed the academy walls, you’ll find a narrow path skirting the edge of the building. From here, you can peer down the steep drop—a four-story plunge to a modest patch of courtyard below. The stone is smooth in most places, but small ledges and decorative flourishes may have provided footholds for a skilled climber. You’ll note the base of the wall lies in a semi-landscaped area of short grass and sparse bushes. A lone gardener can be seen in the distance, tending to a row of potted shrubs near the courtyard’s perimeter. The warded window you investigated last night sits high overhead. In daylight, you can see faint arcane glyphs etched into the stone, now dull without the protective magic once coursing through them.
If you’d rather talk to people who might have noticed strange comings and goings, the academy’s groundskeepers are usually out tidying the lawns or trimming hedges, occasionally moving equipment. A handful of students can be seen walking casually to their next study session. A handful of teaching assistants in robes similar to Vasha's bustle between buildings carrying stacks of scrolls. A custodian stands near a tall supply cupboard in the corridor, checking a list of maintenance tasks.
The nearest guard post lies just beyond the academy gates, near a busy thoroughfare where patrols often pass. Casual inquiries or a private discussion might shed light on any recent suspicious activity or rumors circulating through the city.
In the Arcana and Astronomy wings, clusters of advanced students and learned mages may be open to a polite line of questioning about rare texts or rumored cosmic events. A few older professors, recognized by their layered robes, can be found sipping tea in a small faculty lounge. Sometimes, scholars or independent researchers linger in the academy archives, scanning through musty tomes.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Following the sloping path along the academy’s outer wall, Teryn arrives at the courtyard below the study window. A mild breeze rustles the sparse bushes and low hedgerow, carrying the fresh scents of morning grass. The stone wall looms overhead, with the window in question staggeringly high above. From here, the wards’ glyphs are faintly visible as an etching in the masonry—no longer illuminated by arcane energy.
When you quietly intone the familiar words and motions of Detect Magic, a ripple of arcane awareness expands around you, overlapping the tranquil courtyard. For a brief moment, the routine hum of minor enchantments from the academy buildings lights up in your mind—a swirl of wards and protective spells laced through walls, window frames, and higher turrets.
At ground level, however, the immediate vicinity yields no strong magical signatures. The wards on this section of the wall are still severed at the window’s height, leaving little more than a dull residue where an active enchantment once existed. A subtle trace of that severed magic lingers, but no new or active spellwork stands out near the bushes or stone.
No other magic is immediately detectable on the grass, pathway, or the landscaping around the courtyard. A filmy outline of Abjuration magic flickers at the edge of your vision, but it’s hard to tell if it is from the degraded ward or some other source.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Rowan arrives at the courtyard alongside Teryn, letting the elf focus on his magical scanning while he goes down to one knee near the base of the wall. “Figured I’d do a bit of old-fashioned tracking,” he murmurs, running calloused fingers over the soil and short grass. He checks for any fresh disturbances—an overturned stone, a snapped twig, footprints pressed deeper in the dirt than normal. The decorative bushes catch his eye, too, as someone could have hidden behind them for a few short moments. He also notes that the small ledges and carvings on the wall look smooth, and checks for any freshly chipped bits of stone.
Glancing over to the distant gardener methodically trimming shrubs, Rowan straightens up and squints thoughtfully. “If someone was stompin’ around here in the middle of the night, I reckon this caretaker might’ve seen or heard a thing or two. A gardener pays attention to changes the way a farmer watches for caterpillars on his crop—one chewed leaf can warn you a bigger infestation’s on the way.” He points gently toward the manicured flower beds, adding, “If I had to guess, whoever scaled the wall might’ve left more signs than we’re seein’. Maybe the gardener noticed bent stems or torn leaves when he did his rounds.”
Once Teryn shares that nothing immediately magical shows near ground level, Rowan scratches his chin in mild frustration but doesn’t seem overly discouraged. “Not much arcane evidence, then,” he says, casting a quick look at the faint glyphs on the window above. “But I still think askin’ after any unusual footprints or torn foliage could be worth a shot. If one of the caretaker’s free, we could see if they noticed anything off—just like finding that one wilted plant in an otherwise healthy row.”
Survival for the tracking on wall and ground level: 19
Investigating the garden for hints of trespassing: 17
Asking the gardener/groundkeeper for disturbances the morning after the theft (if the others agree that we do that since it kinda gives some information away, that someone --as in we-- is snooping around for clues from just after that night, and this could trigger rumors and chitchat. I.e. just looking through the garden doesn't specify the date for what we are looking for.): 13
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Teryn watched Rowan work with quiet admiration, his silver eyes following the halfling’s methodical inspection of the courtyard. When Rowan spoke of the gardener’s attention to detail and the value of questioning them, Teryn gave a serene nod, his confidence in the halfling’s instincts evident.
“You’re absolutely right, Rowan,” Teryn said smoothly. “I trust you’ll be able to glean something useful from them. Your way with words and understanding of the natural world will serve us well here. I’ll leave this matter in your capable hands.”
With that, Teryn adjusted the collar of his fine clothes and discreetly produced a small vial of perfume from his satchel. He applied a subtle spritz to his wrists and neck, the faint, pleasant aroma lending him an added air of refinement. Satisfied with his preparation, he turned toward the academy, his steps light but deliberate.
The Arcana and Astronomy wings loomed ahead, their towering shelves of books and quiet corridors beckoning him. As Teryn entered, he noted the clusters of advanced students engaged in animated discussions, their voices a low hum of academic fervor. Here and there, learned mages gestured to star charts and arcane symbols, their layered robes marking them as scholars of note.
Insight to look for anyone acting strange/standing out: 10
Byldeth takes time to polish his armor and comb his hair- if he wanted the guards to cooperate with him, he had to appear professional and imposing. After a while, he walks outside, nodding to the group. If no one followed him, he would go alone, walking out of the campus and approaching the guard post. He took out once again his green vial, sipping the contents, coughing and putting it back into his pouch, as he entered the guard post. "Excuse me!" He calls, "I am in need of help."