"But you see? This is why you're thorough. We may have managed to disrupt... whatever this was. But if that globe for instance proved resilient, and we knew it not?" He clicks his tongue and starts to move until he catches a glimmer of flame over the shoulder. Though he starts to turn, he catches himself and instead holds up a finger, "Before anyone gets hasty, please give me a moment to look things over. Least we all wind up struck with something far worse than merely... current losses." At that, and nowing how tenous some people's patience tended to be, Nirzeg skimps on ritual casting to first detect magic in teh air, then delve deeper to understand the schools. Then, he moves on to do the same for comprehend languages, dropping the detect as he began studying the pattern and making sure no other traps lie in stepping into the room. (presumeably this would be an arcana?)
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With his senses heightened to detect magic, Nirzeg can tell that this room—walls, floor, pedestal, bones, grimoire, even the cobwebs—is bathed in powerful necromantic energy. It almost overpowers his senses, to the point where the magic of his compatriot's belongings barely registers. Rasa's wildfire spirit, the flaming bird, is even dimmed by the magic. However, Nirzeg is able to tell that the flame in the globe is a simple continual flame.
Nirzeg doesn't detect any other magical traps or directly harmful spells active in the area.
Once Nirzeg drops concentration on the spell, it's like suddenly switching off the sun after starting directly into it. His senses return to him in the ensuing moments, allowing him to understand the runes written on the wall and in the book.
Nirzeg's eyes are still watering by the time he finishes intoning the second spell. But what he glimpse in the first few moments leaves his eyes wide in wonder. "... These fools..."He says just loud enough to be overheard. "These... bloody idiots... No better than... than slackjawed yokols... no, less than dung of some mutt."He carries on, visibly gritting his teeth as eyes continue the search the room.. During whatever brief registering moment the others half he starts to grasp for the book, then stops himself. Instead, he focuses on it for a moment, causing it to levitate before him as if grasped by an invisible hand or force by the front, keeping it sealed.
"...I'll need to get to check the secret room below to confirm things. But this... this went a lot deeper than expected, my friends. Untested as I am, I almost dare not perform a final test. But as it stands, the magic on this book is far too much for mere flame of any sort to destroy. Not without some contingency whisking it off given the strength of it too."He smirks. "And the fools who tries being left in a far worse state than our dearly departed Atlas... Probably."He promptly lifts a finger. "That includes leaving it here, and try burning the whole place down around it. Don't think I haven't seen that look in a fool's eyes before."He eyes Ah'bs and Astra especially. "Which means me holding onto the thing. At least until I'm rested enough to endure the attempt at identifying a weak point."
"Though worst case scenario, at least if I fail and die, the rest of you won't be losing your heads over it. Both literally and figuratively." He states nonchalantly, and even chuckles at the end. "Or are any of you gonna object and ignore the warnings of someone, frankly speaking, one who even a clue into this. If so. By all means. Step in and doom yourself, if not some other in triggering a defense. But I'm not sticking around to watch, or dragging the next corpse to a grave. Nor will I play." He states with a seriousness in stark contrast to his earlier dance between annoyance and carelessness. "Otherwise, I keep it contained during the interim, and only take it out when ready for it."
Astra shrugs. "You've got a better understanding of magic than I do. If you think that it's not so easy as me blasting it a few times or setting this tower on fire and leaving it to burn, then by all means, you take it so that no one stumbles upon this thing, or worse, finds it by design and gains access to a bunch of dark magic or whatever."
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"Si I agree very much. If it cannot be destroyed, better in our hands than those that burn with evil." Rasa strokes Sparky's firey feathers. "To the basement then, yes?"
Leaving the bloody ritual room, you find your way back down the stairs and into the dining hall.
The secret door that Nirzeg found leads to a winding tunnel. At the end of the tunnel is a wall of stone that looks blank. However, upon further inspection, you find a handle that releases a door to the outside, within the tree line—about 100 feet from the Keep. This must be where the Hunt Lords had fled after the initial altercation, where Alus had perished.
"I believe that is all she wrote, my friends, yes? Come--let us retire. A bit of food, drink, and rest would do you all well after losing a friend so suddenly. We should also catch up on next steps--the giants will not wait for us, comprende?"
Rasa will lead the party back through the woods by the light of his Wildfire Spirit and his Produce Flame. And the inn, he will order a hearty meal and round of drinks for all five of them and will cover the tab. Sparky will remain on his shoulder until an hour passes from the time he was summoned.
It’s close to deepnight when you finally return to the White Hart Inn. The little innkeeper, Argus Filroy, comes rushing out from the back of the lodge in his nightclothes when he hears you enter. He seems perplexed but happy to see you. “Ah! You’re alive! I had wondered. Beds are made for you upstairs, and I’ll have a hot breakfast in the morning. Please do be quiet, as our other guests are already sleeping.
“Oh!” He starts, counting the five of you, and noticing the flaming bird on Rasa. “Are you a magician? I could have sworn that you were an elf before. “Well...ah, anyway. If you’d like a nightcap, just speak your order and they will bring it to you. Good night!”
The small man will then head back to his quarters.
If you ask aloud for food or drink, it comes floating toward you from the kitchen. Wine, ale, cold meats, and local fruit. Chairs seem to pull themselves out so that you can sit in them.
Rasa bows his head in sadness at Filroy's words. "A magician of sorts, yes, but an elf I am not. Sadly, the elf passed away a mere hour or so ago at the hands of the hunt lords that resided within the keep. I am here in his stead."
"Looking on the bright side, I believe we may have eliminated the source of this village's hauntings. The wights that haunted the keep have been turned to ash and their dwarven caretaker has been slain. We hope the residents here will be now be safer. Perhaps the leader of this village should be informed of our triumphs over this undead problem. In the morning, maybe."
Rasa will then arrange for food, drink, and a table for the party and will open himself up to any inquiries his new companions may for him.
Astra will certainly accept the food and have some drink (especially now that she's had an hour or two for the alcohol she drank previously to wear off), but she doesn't engage in the dancing that she did earlier.
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Either out of lack of caring or general fatigue, Nirzeg doesn't bother to correct the man. Just as he hadn't bothered to stop anyone from setting blaze to the manor, so long as they mentioned lingering long enough to make sure it didn't spread out of control. In any case, he leaves Zeek to keep a loose watch over the manor until morn from a safe perch well away from it. At least until sleep inevitable claimed him.
"'They?' However curious... What do the rest of you say? A drink for departed? Or straight to bed?" He asks, sweetening the deal by offering to pay. Though when it came to drinks, he kept to the sweet water on hand, admitting -- if asked anyways -- finding the taste to be more to his liking than booze these days. Even if none join the gith, he still lingers for a meal and a few sea shanty sounding songs. Though the often mention of "Astral skiers" and "Dead Gods" among other terms made it nonsensical to most.
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"My friend, your singing is, err, very bad, and the words you say are...how you say...'hot nonsense'. But you heart burns with the brightest of flames--the fires of friendship--and that is what matters most." He raises his tankard. "TO ALUS!"
Rasa will stay until the last of his new companions have turned in for the night, will clean up a bit after them, then will turn in himself.
Rasa bows his head in sadness at Filroy's words. "A magician of sorts, yes, but an elf I am not. Sadly, the elf passed away a mere hour or so ago at the hands of the hunt lords that resided within the keep. I am here in his stead."
"Looking on the bright side, I believe we may have eliminated the source of this village's hauntings. The wights that haunted the keep have been turned to ash and their dwarven caretaker has been slain. We hope the residents here will be now be safer. Perhaps the leader of this village should be informed of our triumphs over this undead problem. In the morning, maybe."
Filroy stops momentarily. "My! That is quite impossible. You must be mistaken. He is probably lost. The Hunt Lords are alive and well, and would never hurt anyone! They protect us from the spirits of dead hunters that haunt these nearby woods. Ha! Very silly of you. But good job defeating those nasty monsters. That is probably why you're not dead."
He trails off to bed, speaking more loudly so that you can hear him as he leaves the room. "You can of course talk to the castellan, Amrath, in the morning. But as I believe I mentioned earlier, the hunt lords are retired and do not wish to be disturbed by travelers. Amrath will deliver your message to the lords, and they will be most please I am sure. And I'm sure Amrath will help you find your lost elf friend."
The little man is quite incapable of being dissuaded from his opinions, should you try to convince him otherwise.
Rasa will study Fliroy's body language as he talks about the Hunt Lord being good and protecting the town, attempting to determine if he is being honest or if he is speaking out of fear of the Hunt Lords.
Derrikoth winces slightly as Nirzeg sings, inwardly thankful that he only has holes instead of full fledged ears, raising his glass in a silent toast before downing it and requesting another.
Genny sat and watched her friends enjoy the food and drink they were provided, conversing with Astra every now again. She stops mid sentence when she hears Nirzeg scream, a very bad attempt at singing... something.
”Er, leave the singing to me, Nirzeg.” She comments with a laugh.
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"But you see? This is why you're thorough. We may have managed to disrupt... whatever this was. But if that globe for instance proved resilient, and we knew it not?" He clicks his tongue and starts to move until he catches a glimmer of flame over the shoulder. Though he starts to turn, he catches himself and instead holds up a finger, "Before anyone gets hasty, please give me a moment to look things over. Least we all wind up struck with something far worse than merely... current losses." At that, and nowing how tenous some people's patience tended to be, Nirzeg skimps on ritual casting to first detect magic in teh air, then delve deeper to understand the schools. Then, he moves on to do the same for comprehend languages, dropping the detect as he began studying the pattern and making sure no other traps lie in stepping into the room. (presumeably this would be an arcana?)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
With his senses heightened to detect magic, Nirzeg can tell that this room—walls, floor, pedestal, bones, grimoire, even the cobwebs—is bathed in powerful necromantic energy. It almost overpowers his senses, to the point where the magic of his compatriot's belongings barely registers. Rasa's wildfire spirit, the flaming bird, is even dimmed by the magic. However, Nirzeg is able to tell that the flame in the globe is a simple continual flame.
Nirzeg doesn't detect any other magical traps or directly harmful spells active in the area.
Once Nirzeg drops concentration on the spell, it's like suddenly switching off the sun after starting directly into it. His senses return to him in the ensuing moments, allowing him to understand the runes written on the wall and in the book.
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While Nirzeg does his casting and the like, Astra backs up and recommends that everyone do the same.
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Does anyone wish to open/read the book?
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Nirzeg's eyes are still watering by the time he finishes intoning the second spell. But what he glimpse in the first few moments leaves his eyes wide in wonder. "... These fools..." He says just loud enough to be overheard. "These... bloody idiots... No better than... than slackjawed yokols... no, less than dung of some mutt." He carries on, visibly gritting his teeth as eyes continue the search the room.. During whatever brief registering moment the others half he starts to grasp for the book, then stops himself. Instead, he focuses on it for a moment, causing it to levitate before him as if grasped by an invisible hand or force by the front, keeping it sealed.
"...I'll need to get to check the secret room below to confirm things. But this... this went a lot deeper than expected, my friends. Untested as I am, I almost dare not perform a final test. But as it stands, the magic on this book is far too much for mere flame of any sort to destroy. Not without some contingency whisking it off given the strength of it too." He smirks. "And the fools who tries being left in a far worse state than our dearly departed Atlas... Probably." He promptly lifts a finger. "That includes leaving it here, and try burning the whole place down around it. Don't think I haven't seen that look in a fool's eyes before." He eyes Ah'bs and Astra especially. "Which means me holding onto the thing. At least until I'm rested enough to endure the attempt at identifying a weak point."
"Though worst case scenario, at least if I fail and die, the rest of you won't be losing your heads over it. Both literally and figuratively." He states nonchalantly, and even chuckles at the end. "Or are any of you gonna object and ignore the warnings of someone, frankly speaking, one who even a clue into this. If so. By all means. Step in and doom yourself, if not some other in triggering a defense. But I'm not sticking around to watch, or dragging the next corpse to a grave. Nor will I play." He states with a seriousness in stark contrast to his earlier dance between annoyance and carelessness. "Otherwise, I keep it contained during the interim, and only take it out when ready for it."
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Astra shrugs. "You've got a better understanding of magic than I do. If you think that it's not so easy as me blasting it a few times or setting this tower on fire and leaving it to burn, then by all means, you take it so that no one stumbles upon this thing, or worse, finds it by design and gains access to a bunch of dark magic or whatever."
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"Si I agree very much. If it cannot be destroyed, better in our hands than those that burn with evil." Rasa strokes Sparky's firey feathers. "To the basement then, yes?"
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Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Leaving the bloody ritual room, you find your way back down the stairs and into the dining hall.
The secret door that Nirzeg found leads to a winding tunnel. At the end of the tunnel is a wall of stone that looks blank. However, upon further inspection, you find a handle that releases a door to the outside, within the tree line—about 100 feet from the Keep. This must be where the Hunt Lords had fled after the initial altercation, where Alus had perished.
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"I believe that is all she wrote, my friends, yes? Come--let us retire. A bit of food, drink, and rest would do you all well after losing a friend so suddenly. We should also catch up on next steps--the giants will not wait for us, comprende?"
Rasa will lead the party back through the woods by the light of his Wildfire Spirit and his Produce Flame. And the inn, he will order a hearty meal and round of drinks for all five of them and will cover the tab. Sparky will remain on his shoulder until an hour passes from the time he was summoned.
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Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
It’s close to deepnight when you finally return to the White Hart Inn. The little innkeeper, Argus Filroy, comes rushing out from the back of the lodge in his nightclothes when he hears you enter. He seems perplexed but happy to see you. “Ah! You’re alive! I had wondered. Beds are made for you upstairs, and I’ll have a hot breakfast in the morning. Please do be quiet, as our other guests are already sleeping.
“Oh!” He starts, counting the five of you, and noticing the flaming bird on Rasa. “Are you a magician? I could have sworn that you were an elf before. “Well...ah, anyway. If you’d like a nightcap, just speak your order and they will bring it to you. Good night!”
The small man will then head back to his quarters.
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If you ask aloud for food or drink, it comes floating toward you from the kitchen. Wine, ale, cold meats, and local fruit. Chairs seem to pull themselves out so that you can sit in them.
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Rasa bows his head in sadness at Filroy's words. "A magician of sorts, yes, but an elf I am not. Sadly, the elf passed away a mere hour or so ago at the hands of the hunt lords that resided within the keep. I am here in his stead."
"Looking on the bright side, I believe we may have eliminated the source of this village's hauntings. The wights that haunted the keep have been turned to ash and their dwarven caretaker has been slain. We hope the residents here will be now be safer. Perhaps the leader of this village should be informed of our triumphs over this undead problem. In the morning, maybe."
Rasa will then arrange for food, drink, and a table for the party and will open himself up to any inquiries his new companions may for him.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Astra will certainly accept the food and have some drink (especially now that she's had an hour or two for the alcohol she drank previously to wear off), but she doesn't engage in the dancing that she did earlier.
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Either out of lack of caring or general fatigue, Nirzeg doesn't bother to correct the man. Just as he hadn't bothered to stop anyone from setting blaze to the manor, so long as they mentioned lingering long enough to make sure it didn't spread out of control. In any case, he leaves Zeek to keep a loose watch over the manor until morn from a safe perch well away from it. At least until sleep inevitable claimed him.
"'They?' However curious... What do the rest of you say? A drink for departed? Or straight to bed?" He asks, sweetening the deal by offering to pay. Though when it came to drinks, he kept to the sweet water on hand, admitting -- if asked anyways -- finding the taste to be more to his liking than booze these days. Even if none join the gith, he still lingers for a meal and a few sea shanty sounding songs. Though the often mention of "Astral skiers" and "Dead Gods" among other terms made it nonsensical to most.
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Rasa wraps his large wing around Nirzeg.
"My friend, your singing is, err, very bad, and the words you say are...how you say...'hot nonsense'. But you heart burns with the brightest of flames--the fires of friendship--and that is what matters most." He raises his tankard. "TO ALUS!"
Rasa will stay until the last of his new companions have turned in for the night, will clean up a bit after them, then will turn in himself.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Filroy stops momentarily. "My! That is quite impossible. You must be mistaken. He is probably lost. The Hunt Lords are alive and well, and would never hurt anyone! They protect us from the spirits of dead hunters that haunt these nearby woods. Ha! Very silly of you. But good job defeating those nasty monsters. That is probably why you're not dead."
He trails off to bed, speaking more loudly so that you can hear him as he leaves the room. "You can of course talk to the castellan, Amrath, in the morning. But as I believe I mentioned earlier, the hunt lords are retired and do not wish to be disturbed by travelers. Amrath will deliver your message to the lords, and they will be most please I am sure. And I'm sure Amrath will help you find your lost elf friend."
The little man is quite incapable of being dissuaded from his opinions, should you try to convince him otherwise.
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Astra joins Rasa in toasting the fallen Alus and then raises another toast. "To Rasa!"
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Rasa will study Fliroy's body language as he talks about the Hunt Lord being good and protecting the town, attempting to determine if he is being honest or if he is speaking out of fear of the Hunt Lords.
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Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Derrikoth winces slightly as Nirzeg sings, inwardly thankful that he only has holes instead of full fledged ears, raising his glass in a silent toast before downing it and requesting another.
Genny sat and watched her friends enjoy the food and drink they were provided, conversing with Astra every now again. She stops mid sentence when she hears Nirzeg scream, a very bad attempt at singing... something.
”Er, leave the singing to me, Nirzeg.” She comments with a laugh.
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