In the darkness of the cave, Elsewhere turns to Preah. "Worry not dear sister, it took time, but I realized that nothing that you and our brothers have done requires forgiveness." She smiles weakly, myself on the other hand...
She listens her mother's new illusion, and shakes her head slowly as Irthos plays at his illusions and Gale ponders the prophecy. The words that Gale emphasizes sound familiar to her, and she plucks at her lyre idly while trying to recall anything she might have heard or read about them.
”That doesn’t make any sense,” Lucky mutters in exasperation. “Find five feathers....five feathers where?”
Looking to the others one by one Lucky shrugs his shoulders. “No clues...no places to start. Nothing.”
And then, tapping his chin thoughtfully he muses. “Gruemar.....Rays of Morn. Perhaps Melissa will know, or at least know where to start looking. Perhaps I could return to Luskan, use our contacts to try and dig something up.”
Oh Mother, why do you always have to be so mysterious. Why can you not speak in anything other than riddles or rhymes, the dragonborn thought to himself as he pondered her words and the meaning of the prophecy. Lucky did not like the idea at all that his destiny was anything other than his to control. That his fate was predestined in the annals of time and by some other mysterious being. The one thing abore all that made him feel uneasy was something that surprisingly no one else had yet voiced....
“Why would anyone seek to use mother as a pawn against us? Who would wish harm against us so?”
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you
Irthos scrutinizes the obsidian sphere, hoping it will spark a memory about some bit of lore--magical, historical, or otherwise--that he might have encountered in a book or overheard in a conversation. His hope is in vain, unfortunately. Neither the sphere nor the words upon it bring him any clarity.
Although her hands and fingers are focused upon the strings of the lyre, Elsewhere's mind works on unraveling Dahlime's words.
For Elsewhere:
Of all the words etched on the sphere, only two of them spark any sort of memory. The words North Wind remind her that Bahamut, the platinum dragon, is sometimes referred to as Lord of the North Wind.
(Waiting to hear from Preah before advancing the story)
Preah strokes her chin, contemplating the riddle as her siblings discuss. Feathers....Gruemar... these are things beyond me. I need assistance. If only Marasi... no, she’s to far. But the temple’s knowledge? Perhaps. If we have time, then that may work.“One thing is clear to me. This is beyond our knowledge alone. I have a place that we could go for knowledge, but it’s far. Very far. Do any of you know anything closer?”
Elsewhere speaks softly, still picking at the strings on her lyre.
"There are great libraries, and temples to gods of knowledge all along the sword coast; the Temple of Oghma at Waterdeep, The Temple of Knowledge at Neverwinter, Candlekeep... I'm not sure if I've yet read everything in Mother's library..."
Elsewhere suddenly stops playing with a discordant strum, the thought striking her suddenly.
"The North Wind... isn't Bahamut sometimes called the Lord of the North Wind?"
Some word or phrase spoken by Elsewhere prompts the next message from Dahlimé. "So clever!"
The wizard's image now stands near the exit. "I'm certain you've grown weary of this game, young ones. Beneath the thatching is a gift for each of you. For Preah, the one who could always throw a stone farther than the others could, a javelin. For Gale, the one who wants immediately to grasp the truth in every matter, a ring. For Irthos, the one who finds information as satisfying as food and drink, a headband. For Elsa, the one who reminds us of the power and goodness of light, a gem. And for Lucky, the one who...Ha ha!...receives a gift needing no explanation, a stone."
After a short pause, the image of the kind old wizard utters one last thing, this time in Draconic. "Erthe vinutha kamazandi rahm (until I embrace you again)."
Certain that Dahlimé had prepared no further words, the five dragonborn return to the house where, after a brief search, they find a leather bag hidden in the roof. Within the bag are the items to which Dahlimé alluded:
As he studied the orb nothing came to Irthos' mind, much to his frustration. Instead of saying as such he simply remained silent until Elsewhere spoke up and triggered the final illusion. As it begins he gives a quick glance at his sister and smiles while musing to himself: Very good little sister, it seems you have studied well. We will have to talk when we have the time!
Turning back to the message he listens with great interest, especially at mention of a headband. As no one had asked for it Irthos quietly puts the orb away into his pack without a word as they depart the cave.
At the house once they have discovered the bag he eagerly takes the headband and eyes it over for a minute, before placing it on his head. As he is adjusting it to sit as comfortably as possible he turns to the others with a wide smile on his face, clearly enjoying himself despite the gravity of the days discovery.
"Mother has left us a nice selection of gifts! It's an excellent game all of this, I can't wait to find out more! Based on what Elsa mentioned of the North Wind and this prophecy it seems our origins could be...well lets just say unique!" He pauses for a moment as he considers the words of the prophecy further and as he continues his tone turns to one more focused on solving the conundrum. "I would guess that the key is for us to find out who or what this Gruemar is, and why they are missing five feathers. That should tell us where to start with all this."
As he says this he suddenly realises the implication in his words. Looking to the others he hesitates for a moment before he leaves the most important question hanging out in the air, one that has as yet been unspoken as they unravelled the mysteries their Mother had chosen today to reveal.
"We are all going to explore this together aren't we?"
After leaving the cave and finding the magic items, Gale reverently examines the ring gifted to him by his mother. Putting it on, he spends an hour in prayer beseeching Deep Sashelas to give him the strength to protect his siblings and guide his mind during this trial. Once prayers are complete, Gale looks to Lucky and pointedly asks, "Do you really believe you were the one to discover how to pick the lock on the shed first?"
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Elsa takes the gem gently and looks it over carefully. It shimmers brilliantly even in the house, amplifying the dim morning light filtering in through the windows. She thinks it's one of the most beautiful things she has ever seen and feels deep gratitude. She taps it gingerly with the claw of her index finger, then wraps it in cloth and puts it in the middle, safest, compartment of her backpack. Anyone who is looking can see that her backpack is impeccably organized, sometimes sacrificing efficiency of storage space to keep everything in its place. She makes a mental note that she'll need to braid a necklace so that she can wear the gem.
After the gem is safely stowed and her pack secured tightly. She wanders wordlessly over to Mother's library and starts to peruse the books kept therein.
Inspired by the resplendence of her mother's gift. She uses bardic inspiration.
She looks for any books about religion, Bahamut, dragons, or anything written in draconic.
After a while of tapping her foot while and pulling a few books from the shelves she shrugs, a bit exasperated.
Irthos, will you help me investigate Mother's library? I'd like to see if she kept any books here that might provide us some clue regarding where we should begin. I was thinking we could start by looking at books regarding religion, Bahamut, dragons, or anything written in draconic.
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Irthos simply shrugs when none of his siblings reply. “Guess I didn’t need to ask!” He says looking slightly confused.
He heads over to join Elsa in examining their mother’s library, something he planned on doing himself anyway.
“Of course Elsa, it’s as if you read my mind! Plus there may be some valuable and rare tomes here that could prove useful. I have friends in Candlekeep, including those who study prophecy, should we ever wish to go there. However the entry price is a tome worthy of the library, so always handy to have one just in case!”
Irthos and Elsa methodically make their way through the collection of books that the wizard has gathered over the course of her life. Not surprisingly, the bulk of Dahlime's library is devoted to the many facets of the arcane--the various schools of magic, potion making, planar travel, theories about magical energies, and so forth. There are several tomes, however, that focus on historical matters, and, of those, Irthos and Elsa find only one that seems relevant to their search: The Wars of Dragonkind. Written in Common, it details the events of two great wars, the first of which was the Thousand Year War between the giant nation of Ostoria and the chromatic dragons. The second great war, known as the Dragonfall War, was the conflict between the followers of Tiamat and Bahamut.
The obsidian sphere references the North Wind; so, the two dragonborn immediately skim the pages devoted to the Dragonfall War. Within those pages is an intricate ink drawing of Bahamut surrounded by the Great Gold Wyrms. In an elaborate script, the name of each gold dragon is located within its tail. This detail might be easily missed by someone who's merely skimming through the book, but Irthos catches it. The names of the seven Great Gold Wyrms are Urgala, Marroshok, Kurya, Borkadd, Sonngrad, Troannaxia, and, lastly, Gruemar. The pages that follow describe the battles fought and victories won by the Great Gold Wyrms. The portion devoted to Gruemar closes with the words, "And so it was, that the peaks of Nether witnessed the betrayal and death of Gruemar the Voice."
Meanwhile, after Gale concludes his prayers and begins to revisit an old topic of debate with his brother Lucky, the cleric notices something slightly unusual in the distance: a pair of ravens perched in a tree. Having spent nearly the entirety of their lives on the island, the five siblings are thoroughly familiar with its flora and fauna, and a raven is something Gale and his brothers and sisters had never seen until they reached the mainland.
“Ah ha! This is it!” Irthos suddenly exclaims, with a large grin on his face. Pointing out the passage to Elsa he looks up to the others and explains.
“It seems that this is connected to the Dragonfall War. Gruemar was none other than one of the seven great gold wyrms that served Bahamut. It seems he was slain, after a betrayal of some sorts, at the peaks of nether. Surely that must be the Nether Mountains no? Near Silverymoon? And I presume this betrayal must be the dishonour that the prophecy mentioned, no?”
As Irthos blazes through the passages Elsa frantically tries to scan the pages trying to keep up, her milky eyes grow wide at the mention of Silverymoon.
"The peaks of Nether does seem consistent with the Nether Mountains..." Elsewhere trails off trying to recall what she might know about the Nether Mountains from her time spent at Silverymoon.
(OOC: Not sure what to roll so I'll just roll a d20 and add whatever bonus DM Jack deems appropriate)
ability check : 17
"In any case, I'm sure I could get us lodging at Silverymoon, and it would be my great pleasure to return there and to show my dear siblings the sites and visit the college. I may even be able to secure us passage to Sundabar and can see if Ceri..." she looks a bit nervous and does whatever the dragonborn version of blushing is "...um my friends or teachers know anything or can help us. But if we are headed that way it will be a long journey, and it may behoove us to stop at one of the libraries or Temples of Knowledge to find out more along the way. Candlekeep would be a fine choice, but if we are headed North it may be a bit out of the way."
She looks at her mother's collection of books. "I feel terrible about taking from Mother's library but do you see anything here that might be a worthy offering in case we need to go to Candlekeep, Irthos?"
Gale turns to the others after staring outside for some time, "Brothers, sisters, given mothers fears, I think those two crows perched over there means we are being watched."
The breakthrough detail in the book catches Preah’s attention. “These peaks sound like a promising start, and are fairly close, but if we were to go to Sundabar, I’m sure we could find more information there. There’s a friend I made who makes religious study her life’s work.”
At the mention of the crows, Preah nods and walks towards them (within 60 feet) again focuses and sends her senses out, searching for fiends and celestials (second use of Divine Sense).
When Gale mentions the ravens, Elsa puts down the book she is holding and grabs her lyre, trying to skulk toward the birds carefully so as not to startle them. She tries to go around to the side hoping that if they focus on Preah they will not notice her.
If they don't get spooked off and she's able to get within 30';
Elsa strums a gentle tune on her lyre calling out to the ravens (though I think she can only target one).
Feathered friend with wings of night
To my hand alight alight
Don't be scared and do not fight
And stay with me alight alight
Action : Elsa casts suggestion with the intent of getting one of the ravens to come to her so that she and her siblings can puzzle out what it is doing and what it might know. The raven must make a wisdom 13saving throw assuming it can be charmed and understands Elsa, otherwise she's just singing them a pretty song.
Too distracted by the books Irthos doesn’t heed Gales words himself. He gathers up the copy of ‘The Wars of Dragonkind’ and places it in his pack for further study at a later time before he looks to Elsa and Preah.
“You’ve been to Silverymoon little sister? You are full of surprises! And Sundabar big sister? How interesting! Good to know we can find allies there, I can’t wait to visit them myself. As you say if our route is northwards then Candlekeep is not likely a stop on the way, but it can’t hurt to see what Mother might have especially if it might aid us at a later time. She might even have some old spellbooks or scrolls left behind too! I’m sure she made sure to take anything she didn’t want me to get my hands on with her anyway.” He finishes with a knowing grin on his face.
With that he starts rifling through the collection to look for a tome potentially worthy of Candlekeep and any spell scrolls or spellbooks, and in particular those with ritual magic, that he might find.
During her days spent in Silverymoon, Ella heard the dark, brooding peaks of the Nether Mountains mentioned a few times. The granite found within the mountains is highly sought, but the abundance of orc tribes in the area scares most folks away. The mountains also seem to be the source of many legends about lost Netherese magic. During one of her many trips to the open air market with Ceri, Ella fell into conversation with an old and rather eccentric ranger who claimed he had seen a few blue dragons in the eastern part of the range.
She mulls all of this over as she leaves Irthos behind and slinks her way toward the ravens, allowing her sister to serve , hopefully, as a diversion....
Prompted by Gale's words, Preah strides toward the scrubby tree in which the two ravens are perched. Although focused on the birds, Preah is aware that her sister is taking a discreet, roundabout route in a similar attempt to draw near the ravens. And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, that peculiar sensation rushes through Preah's mind and body as her Divine Sense unmistakably alerts her of the presence of fiendish evil.
(Holding off on processing Ella's suggestion attempt until I see Preah's reaction)
Irthos continues his search through the various tomes in the wizard's library. He comes to the conclusion that if Dahlime has any spell scrolls or spellbooks, she did not leave them behind. He is, however, intrigued by a book written entirely in Elvish script. It is unusually small and clearly very old. Based upon the few illustrations found within its pages, it seems as if the book addresses planar travel.
Gale replies to Irthos, "Mother hides herself away to protect us. I do not feel like time is on our side."
In the darkness of the cave, Elsewhere turns to Preah. "Worry not dear sister, it took time, but I realized that nothing that you and our brothers have done requires forgiveness." She smiles weakly, myself on the other hand...
She listens her mother's new illusion, and shakes her head slowly as Irthos plays at his illusions and Gale ponders the prophecy. The words that Gale emphasizes sound familiar to her, and she plucks at her lyre idly while trying to recall anything she might have heard or read about them.
history : 9
religion : 20
~♡~
”That doesn’t make any sense,” Lucky mutters in exasperation. “Find five feathers....five feathers where?”
Looking to the others one by one Lucky shrugs his shoulders. “No clues...no places to start. Nothing.”
And then, tapping his chin thoughtfully he muses. “Gruemar.....Rays of Morn. Perhaps Melissa will know, or at least know where to start looking. Perhaps I could return to Luskan, use our contacts to try and dig something up.”
Oh Mother, why do you always have to be so mysterious. Why can you not speak in anything other than riddles or rhymes, the dragonborn thought to himself as he pondered her words and the meaning of the prophecy. Lucky did not like the idea at all that his destiny was anything other than his to control. That his fate was predestined in the annals of time and by some other mysterious being. The one thing abore all that made him feel uneasy was something that surprisingly no one else had yet voiced....
“Why would anyone seek to use mother as a pawn against us? Who would wish harm against us so?”
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you
Irthos scrutinizes the obsidian sphere, hoping it will spark a memory about some bit of lore--magical, historical, or otherwise--that he might have encountered in a book or overheard in a conversation. His hope is in vain, unfortunately. Neither the sphere nor the words upon it bring him any clarity.
Although her hands and fingers are focused upon the strings of the lyre, Elsewhere's mind works on unraveling Dahlime's words.
For Elsewhere:
Of all the words etched on the sphere, only two of them spark any sort of memory. The words North Wind remind her that Bahamut, the platinum dragon, is sometimes referred to as Lord of the North Wind.
(Waiting to hear from Preah before advancing the story)
Preah strokes her chin, contemplating the riddle as her siblings discuss. Feathers....Gruemar... these are things beyond me. I need assistance. If only Marasi... no, she’s to far. But the temple’s knowledge? Perhaps. If we have time, then that may work. “One thing is clear to me. This is beyond our knowledge alone. I have a place that we could go for knowledge, but it’s far. Very far. Do any of you know anything closer?”
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Gale shakes his head. "I spent my years sailing the seas and learning about my divine connection to a god who embodies storms."
Religion check, in case something in that riddle is relevant: 7
"Nothing in that riddle speaks to me at all."
Elsewhere speaks softly, still picking at the strings on her lyre.
"There are great libraries, and temples to gods of knowledge all along the sword coast; the Temple of Oghma at Waterdeep, The Temple of Knowledge at Neverwinter, Candlekeep... I'm not sure if I've yet read everything in Mother's library..."
Elsewhere suddenly stops playing with a discordant strum, the thought striking her suddenly.
"The North Wind... isn't Bahamut sometimes called the Lord of the North Wind?"
~♡~
Some word or phrase spoken by Elsewhere prompts the next message from Dahlimé. "So clever!"
The wizard's image now stands near the exit. "I'm certain you've grown weary of this game, young ones. Beneath the thatching is a gift for each of you. For Preah, the one who could always throw a stone farther than the others could, a javelin. For Gale, the one who wants immediately to grasp the truth in every matter, a ring. For Irthos, the one who finds information as satisfying as food and drink, a headband. For Elsa, the one who reminds us of the power and goodness of light, a gem. And for Lucky, the one who...Ha ha!...receives a gift needing no explanation, a stone."
After a short pause, the image of the kind old wizard utters one last thing, this time in Draconic. "Erthe vinutha kamazandi rahm (until I embrace you again)."
Certain that Dahlimé had prepared no further words, the five dragonborn return to the house where, after a brief search, they find a leather bag hidden in the roof. Within the bag are the items to which Dahlimé alluded:
As he studied the orb nothing came to Irthos' mind, much to his frustration. Instead of saying as such he simply remained silent until Elsewhere spoke up and triggered the final illusion. As it begins he gives a quick glance at his sister and smiles while musing to himself: Very good little sister, it seems you have studied well. We will have to talk when we have the time!
Turning back to the message he listens with great interest, especially at mention of a headband. As no one had asked for it Irthos quietly puts the orb away into his pack without a word as they depart the cave.
At the house once they have discovered the bag he eagerly takes the headband and eyes it over for a minute, before placing it on his head. As he is adjusting it to sit as comfortably as possible he turns to the others with a wide smile on his face, clearly enjoying himself despite the gravity of the days discovery.
"Mother has left us a nice selection of gifts! It's an excellent game all of this, I can't wait to find out more! Based on what Elsa mentioned of the North Wind and this prophecy it seems our origins could be...well lets just say unique!" He pauses for a moment as he considers the words of the prophecy further and as he continues his tone turns to one more focused on solving the conundrum. "I would guess that the key is for us to find out who or what this Gruemar is, and why they are missing five feathers. That should tell us where to start with all this."
As he says this he suddenly realises the implication in his words. Looking to the others he hesitates for a moment before he leaves the most important question hanging out in the air, one that has as yet been unspoken as they unravelled the mysteries their Mother had chosen today to reveal.
"We are all going to explore this together aren't we?"
After leaving the cave and finding the magic items, Gale reverently examines the ring gifted to him by his mother. Putting it on, he spends an hour in prayer beseeching Deep Sashelas to give him the strength to protect his siblings and guide his mind during this trial. Once prayers are complete, Gale looks to Lucky and pointedly asks, "Do you really believe you were the one to discover how to pick the lock on the shed first?"
Insight check: 19
Elsa takes the gem gently and looks it over carefully. It shimmers brilliantly even in the house, amplifying the dim morning light filtering in through the windows. She thinks it's one of the most beautiful things she has ever seen and feels deep gratitude. She taps it gingerly with the claw of her index finger, then wraps it in cloth and puts it in the middle, safest, compartment of her backpack. Anyone who is looking can see that her backpack is impeccably organized, sometimes sacrificing efficiency of storage space to keep everything in its place. She makes a mental note that she'll need to braid a necklace so that she can wear the gem.
After the gem is safely stowed and her pack secured tightly. She wanders wordlessly over to Mother's library and starts to peruse the books kept therein.
Inspired by the resplendence of her mother's gift. She uses bardic inspiration.
investigation : 23
She looks for any books about religion, Bahamut, dragons, or anything written in draconic.
After a while of tapping her foot while and pulling a few books from the shelves she shrugs, a bit exasperated.
Irthos, will you help me investigate Mother's library? I'd like to see if she kept any books here that might provide us some clue regarding where we should begin. I was thinking we could start by looking at books regarding religion, Bahamut, dragons, or anything written in draconic.
~♡~
Irthos simply shrugs when none of his siblings reply. “Guess I didn’t need to ask!” He says looking slightly confused.
He heads over to join Elsa in examining their mother’s library, something he planned on doing himself anyway.
“Of course Elsa, it’s as if you read my mind! Plus there may be some valuable and rare tomes here that could prove useful. I have friends in Candlekeep, including those who study prophecy, should we ever wish to go there. However the entry price is a tome worthy of the library, so always handy to have one just in case!”
With that he goes to assist his sister.
investigation:20
Irthos and Elsa methodically make their way through the collection of books that the wizard has gathered over the course of her life. Not surprisingly, the bulk of Dahlime's library is devoted to the many facets of the arcane--the various schools of magic, potion making, planar travel, theories about magical energies, and so forth. There are several tomes, however, that focus on historical matters, and, of those, Irthos and Elsa find only one that seems relevant to their search: The Wars of Dragonkind. Written in Common, it details the events of two great wars, the first of which was the Thousand Year War between the giant nation of Ostoria and the chromatic dragons. The second great war, known as the Dragonfall War, was the conflict between the followers of Tiamat and Bahamut.
The obsidian sphere references the North Wind; so, the two dragonborn immediately skim the pages devoted to the Dragonfall War. Within those pages is an intricate ink drawing of Bahamut surrounded by the Great Gold Wyrms. In an elaborate script, the name of each gold dragon is located within its tail. This detail might be easily missed by someone who's merely skimming through the book, but Irthos catches it. The names of the seven Great Gold Wyrms are Urgala, Marroshok, Kurya, Borkadd, Sonngrad, Troannaxia, and, lastly, Gruemar. The pages that follow describe the battles fought and victories won by the Great Gold Wyrms. The portion devoted to Gruemar closes with the words, "And so it was, that the peaks of Nether witnessed the betrayal and death of Gruemar the Voice."
Meanwhile, after Gale concludes his prayers and begins to revisit an old topic of debate with his brother Lucky, the cleric notices something slightly unusual in the distance: a pair of ravens perched in a tree. Having spent nearly the entirety of their lives on the island, the five siblings are thoroughly familiar with its flora and fauna, and a raven is something Gale and his brothers and sisters had never seen until they reached the mainland.
“Ah ha! This is it!” Irthos suddenly exclaims, with a large grin on his face. Pointing out the passage to Elsa he looks up to the others and explains.
“It seems that this is connected to the Dragonfall War. Gruemar was none other than one of the seven great gold wyrms that served Bahamut. It seems he was slain, after a betrayal of some sorts, at the peaks of nether. Surely that must be the Nether Mountains no? Near Silverymoon? And I presume this betrayal must be the dishonour that the prophecy mentioned, no?”
As Irthos blazes through the passages Elsa frantically tries to scan the pages trying to keep up, her milky eyes grow wide at the mention of Silverymoon.
"The peaks of Nether does seem consistent with the Nether Mountains..." Elsewhere trails off trying to recall what she might know about the Nether Mountains from her time spent at Silverymoon.
(OOC: Not sure what to roll so I'll just roll a d20 and add whatever bonus DM Jack deems appropriate)
ability check : 17
"In any case, I'm sure I could get us lodging at Silverymoon, and it would be my great pleasure to return there and to show my dear siblings the sites and visit the college. I may even be able to secure us passage to Sundabar and can see if Ceri..." she looks a bit nervous and does whatever the dragonborn version of blushing is "...um my friends or teachers know anything or can help us. But if we are headed that way it will be a long journey, and it may behoove us to stop at one of the libraries or Temples of Knowledge to find out more along the way. Candlekeep would be a fine choice, but if we are headed North it may be a bit out of the way."
She looks at her mother's collection of books. "I feel terrible about taking from Mother's library but do you see anything here that might be a worthy offering in case we need to go to Candlekeep, Irthos?"
~♡~
Gale turns to the others after staring outside for some time, "Brothers, sisters, given mothers fears, I think those two crows perched over there means we are being watched."
The breakthrough detail in the book catches Preah’s attention. “These peaks sound like a promising start, and are fairly close, but if we were to go to Sundabar, I’m sure we could find more information there. There’s a friend I made who makes religious study her life’s work.”
At the mention of the crows, Preah nods and walks towards them (within 60 feet) again focuses and sends her senses out, searching for fiends and celestials (second use of Divine Sense).
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When Gale mentions the ravens, Elsa puts down the book she is holding and grabs her lyre, trying to skulk toward the birds carefully so as not to startle them. She tries to go around to the side hoping that if they focus on Preah they will not notice her.
stealth : 17
If they don't get spooked off and she's able to get within 30';
Elsa strums a gentle tune on her lyre calling out to the ravens (though I think she can only target one).
Feathered friend with wings of night
To my hand alight alight
Don't be scared and do not fight
And stay with me alight alight
Action : Elsa casts suggestion with the intent of getting one of the ravens to come to her so that she and her siblings can puzzle out what it is doing and what it might know. The raven must make a wisdom 13 saving throw assuming it can be charmed and understands Elsa, otherwise she's just singing them a pretty song.
~♡~
Too distracted by the books Irthos doesn’t heed Gales words himself. He gathers up the copy of ‘The Wars of Dragonkind’ and places it in his pack for further study at a later time before he looks to Elsa and Preah.
“You’ve been to Silverymoon little sister? You are full of surprises! And Sundabar big sister? How interesting! Good to know we can find allies there, I can’t wait to visit them myself. As you say if our route is northwards then Candlekeep is not likely a stop on the way, but it can’t hurt to see what Mother might have especially if it might aid us at a later time. She might even have some old spellbooks or scrolls left behind too! I’m sure she made sure to take anything she didn’t want me to get my hands on with her anyway.” He finishes with a knowing grin on his face.
With that he starts rifling through the collection to look for a tome potentially worthy of Candlekeep and any spell scrolls or spellbooks, and in particular those with ritual magic, that he might find.
During her days spent in Silverymoon, Ella heard the dark, brooding peaks of the Nether Mountains mentioned a few times. The granite found within the mountains is highly sought, but the abundance of orc tribes in the area scares most folks away. The mountains also seem to be the source of many legends about lost Netherese magic. During one of her many trips to the open air market with Ceri, Ella fell into conversation with an old and rather eccentric ranger who claimed he had seen a few blue dragons in the eastern part of the range.
She mulls all of this over as she leaves Irthos behind and slinks her way toward the ravens, allowing her sister to serve , hopefully, as a diversion....
Prompted by Gale's words, Preah strides toward the scrubby tree in which the two ravens are perched. Although focused on the birds, Preah is aware that her sister is taking a discreet, roundabout route in a similar attempt to draw near the ravens. And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, that peculiar sensation rushes through Preah's mind and body as her Divine Sense unmistakably alerts her of the presence of fiendish evil.
(Holding off on processing Ella's suggestion attempt until I see Preah's reaction)
Irthos continues his search through the various tomes in the wizard's library. He comes to the conclusion that if Dahlime has any spell scrolls or spellbooks, she did not leave them behind. He is, however, intrigued by a book written entirely in Elvish script. It is unusually small and clearly very old. Based upon the few illustrations found within its pages, it seems as if the book addresses planar travel.