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Brandon barks out a short laugh as the last knife darts and dodges the group's attacks. “This one is slippery. Watch it doesn’t cut you.”Brandon swings the longsword again, trying to knock the knife away and break it for good.
There was something comical abut the whole situation, he had to admit. They had braved the cold of Iselcross, decimated groups of undead, killed a creature whose body was an amalgamation of dangerously poisonous snakes, yet they failed to bring down a single knife. From an outsider’s perspective this last stretch of their fight should look more like a game. Four adult men, two of each particularly tall, chasing a flying culinary tool. That is a scene for an epic tale if I ever saw one, he told himself with the voice of his mind. It was enough to make the goliath think what kind of spellcraft made inanimate objects so lively.
“That or we are too tired to fight properly.”He said in a jovial tone, a half-smile upon his lips. For all the absurdity of the situation he was relieved the actual danger offered to them was little. At least in comparison to everything they faced to that point. “Either way, I think we can agree that Netherese cutlery makes for a bad gift.”
And mid word he tried another swing of his blade. At that point with little hope of hitting, but sometime someone amongst them should be able to strike the damn knife, hopefully down for good.
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Durnham laughs with Kotar. “This is rather comical. I’m glad nobody else is here to watch this but it’ll be a funny story to tell around the fires later.”
Then he again points his staff towards the quickly moving knife and sends another bolt of fire at it. “Flambe!”
Kotar manages to catch the knife in the air, just as it tries to jink away. The blade snaps at the hilt and two separate pieces fall, inanimate, to the floor.
You look around the room, it is unmistakably a kitchen. Old frozen cheese, bread, meat, and produce cover the floor, all well rimed and inedible.
Ressys looked down at the blood on his arm from the knife attack. "Hmm, I care not to use what little magic I have on such a wound. Perhaps if we took a short rest I can give the wound some attention. If not, then I think I may transform into a wolf again and follow around with you. I won't be able to communicate verbally or cast spells though. But I'll be stronger in a fight."
Durnham nods to Ressys and looks at the others. “How are the rest of you? I’m healthy and still have my spells prepared so would be ready to push on but if everyone is ready to rest a bit I could take some time and look over that wand more closely.”
He also looks about the kitchen. “Is there anything in here of use?”
21 perception, looking around the room for anything left behind that might be useful
As you take stock of the erstwhile battlefield, little of value seems to be on view. However, Durnham's keen eyes spot a glint within a pile of frozen fruit that sit stacked in a silver bowl. Looking closer, the dwarf realises that someone has hidden a jeweled brooch under the fruit and that it can be easily retrieved; he does so, and estimates it to be worth 100gp for the materials alone (or more to a historian of Aeor).
The professor pulls the broach out of the bowl. “Look at this! I bet that elf back in the village would appreciate this.” He places it into the bag of holding.
Ressys returns the scimitar back to his belt and sits down on the ground. "I'm going to tend to this wound and then we can move on. It shouldn't take too long. Only a short rest here though. We have work to do."
Durnham sits down with his back against a wall and takes out the wand they found. He begins moving his hand over it and reaches out with his magical senses as he attempts to attune and understand the wand.
Towards the end of the rest he will also spend the time to get his spell book out and recast the ritual to detect magic before they leave.
“A short rest is good to me.” He said without voicing his worries. After what happened to Qidira, Kotar wouldn’t be comfortable if they pressed on without Bradon taking care of his wound. Besides, the goliath knew he would be at his best after getting some respite. “Anyway, how in the Hells did those things got moving and moving so fast?”
He could understand, of course, that it was magic, but of what kind? Could a spell increase their agility in the same way? Make them levitate? The fighter imagined Durnham making their entire group into a fast-flying battle unit, capable to avoid enemies attacks while laughing and striking back with violence. It seemed almost unfair. Almost. He liked the idea.
“Would the remains of the annoying knives still sell?” Kotar asking sitting against the wall. As far as he was concerned the pieces of cutlery was an Aeorian relic and the label seemed to hold value by itself, the state of conservation being a mere detail capable to increase the number of coins the collectors were willing to throw their way. Why he understood less and less the further they delve into the ruins. Everything relating to the city seemed bended on killing everything it could. To each their own.
Brandon settles into a corner of the small room and takes a short rest with the others. He is still relatively unscathed, just a small scratch, so he tightens a wrapping around it and will see it receives proper care later. He toys with one of the scraps of broken blade from the kitchen knives, so very similar to the broken blade he has in his own pack. The one he keeps to remind himself of the night the fortress fell, as if he needed the reminder. He tosses the broken kitchen blade over toward Kotar “Try to sell it if you wish. I am sure someone would pay for Aeorian trash if they could. I do not trust the magic on it.”
Brandon stands and prepares to move on to the next room. With a short gesture of his hand, dark shadows wrap themselves around him from the corners of the room, fortifying him with false life.
(You may add 'broken aeorian knives' to your inventory if you wish)
You take a moment to bind wounds, rest and catch your breath. Moving on to the next room (south), you find the remains of broken tables and chairs are piled along the east wall. Two human bodies in tattered robes lie crushed among the rubble.
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Brandon pokes around the rubble along the eastern wall of the room, using his sword to push aside broken pieces of furniture. “What happened to these poor sods, why didn’t the magic bring them back from the dead?” Brandon searches the bodies and the rubble for anything useful, keeping one eye open for threats.
Brandon finds a couple of ornate daggers sheathed at the bodies' belts, they are not inscribed with any magical details but nonetheless are beautifully made.
Durnham focused on the wand during the rest; it does not require attunement and he determines that it is a wand of magic missiles.
During an follows the others into the next room as he holds the new wand. While focusing on it, he determines what spell it contains. He places his staff into the bag of holding and instead wields the smaller but more useful wand as a focus. “This… this wand is a very useful find!”
As they enter the next room, Durham stands back at the ready in case these corpses decide to get up and attack them.
“I think that if I try to sell it people may think I am threatening them into buying.” He said grabbing the blade, or rather the rest of blade, Brandon thwarted in his direction. “It kind of happened when I first arrived at Uthodurn. Just I was trying to sell my services.” It seemed to have happened a lifetime before. “I am… Not good with words.”
He admitted as they left the kitchen. The exploration continued without interruption until they found two bodies lying around. At least they are not attacking us, Kotar thought. It was decidedly an improvement in comparison to the other corpses and cutlery.
“Maybe it was not the fall of the city that created the undead, but rather the mage who wrote that note about reanimating himself.” He suggested after Brandon question. “Durnham, would this mage be able to make them move, attack us, if he decided to put a spell on them now? If he can, maybe we should put those two to the torch.” The fighter remembered his grandfather saying that it was best to be safe than sorry and, on those ruins, the young goliath could not help but to agree. “I have some torches to help with the burning.”He offered soon enough.
“Now we are talking. This is what we want to sell, Kotar, not those broken kitchen knives.” Brandon turns the ornate daggers over in his hands before sharing one with Kotar. “Don’t worry, we will help with the words. I am sure the Buyer will give us a fair price for these.” Brandon places both daggers in the bag of holding for later. “Not quite as good as Durnham’s new toy. That is a good find, and smart thinking with the rug.”
As the team secures their gear, Brandon is ready to move on. He pauses with Kotars worry over the dead bodies. Could they rise as undead?“Wise words, Kotar. We should see these two at least find peace in death.”Brandon helps with the torch and burning the bodies, using some of the broken furniture as a pyre.
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I preposted my swing and a miss here if it is my turn
Initiative order: Kotar 19, Brandon 11, Durnham 10, Knives 6, Ressys 4
Ressys misses, the last knife is proving elusive.
(Kotar's turn)
Brandon barks out a short laugh as the last knife darts and dodges the group's attacks. “This one is slippery. Watch it doesn’t cut you.” Brandon swings the longsword again, trying to knock the knife away and break it for good.
Attack: 7 Damage: 7.
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There was something comical abut the whole situation, he had to admit. They had braved the cold of Iselcross, decimated groups of undead, killed a creature whose body was an amalgamation of dangerously poisonous snakes, yet they failed to bring down a single knife. From an outsider’s perspective this last stretch of their fight should look more like a game. Four adult men, two of each particularly tall, chasing a flying culinary tool. That is a scene for an epic tale if I ever saw one, he told himself with the voice of his mind. It was enough to make the goliath think what kind of spellcraft made inanimate objects so lively.
“That or we are too tired to fight properly.” He said in a jovial tone, a half-smile upon his lips. For all the absurdity of the situation he was relieved the actual danger offered to them was little. At least in comparison to everything they faced to that point. “Either way, I think we can agree that Netherese cutlery makes for a bad gift.”
And mid word he tried another swing of his blade. At that point with little hope of hitting, but sometime someone amongst them should be able to strike the damn knife, hopefully down for good.
Longsword attack: 20
Damage: 11
Durnham laughs with Kotar. “This is rather comical. I’m glad nobody else is here to watch this but it’ll be a funny story to tell around the fires later.”
Then he again points his staff towards the quickly moving knife and sends another bolt of fire at it. “Flambe!”
23 to hit for 1 fire damage
Noob
Kotar manages to catch the knife in the air, just as it tries to jink away. The blade snaps at the hilt and two separate pieces fall, inanimate, to the floor.
You look around the room, it is unmistakably a kitchen. Old frozen cheese, bread, meat, and produce cover the floor, all well rimed and inedible.
Ressys looked down at the blood on his arm from the knife attack. "Hmm, I care not to use what little magic I have on such a wound. Perhaps if we took a short rest I can give the wound some attention. If not, then I think I may transform into a wolf again and follow around with you. I won't be able to communicate verbally or cast spells though. But I'll be stronger in a fight."
Durnham nods to Ressys and looks at the others. “How are the rest of you? I’m healthy and still have my spells prepared so would be ready to push on but if everyone is ready to rest a bit I could take some time and look over that wand more closely.”
He also looks about the kitchen. “Is there anything in here of use?”
21 perception, looking around the room for anything left behind that might be useful
Noob
(Feel free to process a short rest if you wish)
As you take stock of the erstwhile battlefield, little of value seems to be on view. However, Durnham's keen eyes spot a glint within a pile of frozen fruit that sit stacked in a silver bowl. Looking closer, the dwarf realises that someone has hidden a jeweled brooch under the fruit and that it can be easily retrieved; he does so, and estimates it to be worth 100gp for the materials alone (or more to a historian of Aeor).
The professor pulls the broach out of the bowl. “Look at this! I bet that elf back in the village would appreciate this.” He places it into the bag of holding.
”Shall we move on to the next room?”
Noob
Ressys returns the scimitar back to his belt and sits down on the ground. "I'm going to tend to this wound and then we can move on. It shouldn't take too long. Only a short rest here though. We have work to do."
“A rest then? So be it!”
Durnham sits down with his back against a wall and takes out the wand they found. He begins moving his hand over it and reaches out with his magical senses as he attempts to attune and understand the wand.
Towards the end of the rest he will also spend the time to get his spell book out and recast the ritual to detect magic before they leave.
Noob
“A short rest is good to me.” He said without voicing his worries. After what happened to Qidira, Kotar wouldn’t be comfortable if they pressed on without Bradon taking care of his wound. Besides, the goliath knew he would be at his best after getting some respite. “Anyway, how in the Hells did those things got moving and moving so fast?”
He could understand, of course, that it was magic, but of what kind? Could a spell increase their agility in the same way? Make them levitate? The fighter imagined Durnham making their entire group into a fast-flying battle unit, capable to avoid enemies attacks while laughing and striking back with violence. It seemed almost unfair. Almost. He liked the idea.
“Would the remains of the annoying knives still sell?” Kotar asking sitting against the wall. As far as he was concerned the pieces of cutlery was an Aeorian relic and the label seemed to hold value by itself, the state of conservation being a mere detail capable to increase the number of coins the collectors were willing to throw their way. Why he understood less and less the further they delve into the ruins. Everything relating to the city seemed bended on killing everything it could. To each their own.
Brandon settles into a corner of the small room and takes a short rest with the others. He is still relatively unscathed, just a small scratch, so he tightens a wrapping around it and will see it receives proper care later. He toys with one of the scraps of broken blade from the kitchen knives, so very similar to the broken blade he has in his own pack. The one he keeps to remind himself of the night the fortress fell, as if he needed the reminder. He tosses the broken kitchen blade over toward Kotar “Try to sell it if you wish. I am sure someone would pay for Aeorian trash if they could. I do not trust the magic on it.”
Brandon stands and prepares to move on to the next room. With a short gesture of his hand, dark shadows wrap themselves around him from the corners of the room, fortifying him with false life.
(Gains 8.temp HP).
(You may add 'broken aeorian knives' to your inventory if you wish)
You take a moment to bind wounds, rest and catch your breath. Moving on to the next room (south), you find the remains of broken tables and chairs are piled along the east wall. Two human bodies in tattered robes lie crushed among the rubble.
Brandon pokes around the rubble along the eastern wall of the room, using his sword to push aside broken pieces of furniture. “What happened to these poor sods, why didn’t the magic bring them back from the dead?” Brandon searches the bodies and the rubble for anything useful, keeping one eye open for threats.
Perception (Passive 13): 14.
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Brandon finds a couple of ornate daggers sheathed at the bodies' belts, they are not inscribed with any magical details but nonetheless are beautifully made.
Durnham focused on the wand during the rest; it does not require attunement and he determines that it is a wand of magic missiles.
During an follows the others into the next room as he holds the new wand. While focusing on it, he determines what spell it contains. He places his staff into the bag of holding and instead wields the smaller but more useful wand as a focus. “This… this wand is a very useful find!”
As they enter the next room, Durham stands back at the ready in case these corpses decide to get up and attack them.
Noob
“I think that if I try to sell it people may think I am threatening them into buying.” He said grabbing the blade, or rather the rest of blade, Brandon thwarted in his direction. “It kind of happened when I first arrived at Uthodurn. Just I was trying to sell my services.” It seemed to have happened a lifetime before. “I am… Not good with words.”
He admitted as they left the kitchen. The exploration continued without interruption until they found two bodies lying around. At least they are not attacking us, Kotar thought. It was decidedly an improvement in comparison to the other corpses and cutlery.
“Maybe it was not the fall of the city that created the undead, but rather the mage who wrote that note about reanimating himself.” He suggested after Brandon question. “Durnham, would this mage be able to make them move, attack us, if he decided to put a spell on them now? If he can, maybe we should put those two to the torch.” The fighter remembered his grandfather saying that it was best to be safe than sorry and, on those ruins, the young goliath could not help but to agree. “I have some torches to help with the burning.” He offered soon enough.
“Now we are talking. This is what we want to sell, Kotar, not those broken kitchen knives.” Brandon turns the ornate daggers over in his hands before sharing one with Kotar. “Don’t worry, we will help with the words. I am sure the Buyer will give us a fair price for these.” Brandon places both daggers in the bag of holding for later. “Not quite as good as Durnham’s new toy. That is a good find, and smart thinking with the rug.”
As the team secures their gear, Brandon is ready to move on. He pauses with Kotars worry over the dead bodies. Could they rise as undead? “Wise words, Kotar. We should see these two at least find peace in death.” Brandon helps with the torch and burning the bodies, using some of the broken furniture as a pyre.