Brandon approaches the door “Tulgi, we are from the village, Elro sent us. He is concerned with your well-being and health. The entire village is. Winterwalker is just trying to help.” He hopes the mention of Elro will convince her they come in goodwilll. He pauses and looks at Durnham. “And, Tulgi, Durnham is here. He just arrived back home in time to bury his uncle. We were hoping you could tell us if you spoke with Urgon before his passing and anything you may have learned about his travels. You would be doing us a great favor by talking with him and may help put his mind at rest. Please open the door.”
Catching the encouragement from Winterwalker and Brandon, Durnham speaks up in Dwarvish.
”Hello Tulgi... it’s been a rough day. I just got back to town in time to bury my only living relative. I don’t know what happened to him but what the Druid says is true. Elro told us you had been having some symptoms and asked us to try to help.“
”If that’s true... Tulgi I’m sorry. I can’t promise you that we will make everything ok... but I can promise that things will only get worse if you don’t help us figure this thing out. I don’t know what happened to my Uncle, but you’re the only one we know who might have some information or clue to help us... to help you and the whole village. So please, let us in so that we can talk.”
Qidira watches the requests from her new companions and hopes Tulgi will open the door for them.
(the forum did that to me today too - might just be when it gets really busy on site. Only other thing is to leave spaces on either end of rolls or go back add a space after and save again, but I think the not available yet one is something else.)
Tulgi was less than receptive of the visitants, but her words were not enough to dissuade Ressys. He tried appealing to the possibility he could help with her health, just before asking for Durnham to speak. Brandon did it first, but the Wizard didn’t shy from the request. At least he spoke something in a tongue Kotar couldn’t understand.
“Tulgi, everyone knows of the sickness and you know that Elro is responsible for the safety of the village.”He started trying to make his voice as calm and unthreatening as possible. “If you do not accept treatment you will be a danger not only to yourself, but to Paleblank and the Glassblades will have to exile you to avoid further contagion.” The Goliath was not happy to say that, but he knew it was most likely the truth. She should know too. “Elro probably sent us here because he doesn’t want things to get to this point, but he will have to notify his superiors and the order to send you away will come. If you want to keep your house, your life, then listen to us. Let us at least try doing something for you.”
Kotar hoped that his appeal made his friends words more persuasive. After all, when it came to injuries and sickness, like Qidira had point it before, time was of the essence. The woman was the closest thing they had to a lead and they were the closest thing she had to a chance.
Actions:
Kotar uses the Help Action to help either Brandon, if still possible (further justification on the game's OOC).
After Ressys makes his appeal to the cabin’s door you hear shuffling noises inside the cabin but no reply.
As Brandon joins in with mentions of the late Urgon, a gentle sob creeps out from under the door, and Kotar offers his own words of encouragement.
Finally Durnham makes his stoic but personal appeal, and after a short pause there is a scrape which sounds like a chair being pushed back.
You don’t hear the footsteps as Tulgi approaches the door from inside, but the click of a door unlocking is unmistakable. Cautiously you open the door and step inside...
The heat in this small cabin hits like a hammer blow. A table set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils stands at the center of the room. The smell of a simmering soup comes from a pot hanging inside a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the room, filling the cabin with a smoky haze. Shivering at the end of a bed near the brazier is a dwarf wrapped in blankets. Bulging blue veins streak her face, neck, and hands.
“You’re l-looking for the cure?” Asks Tulgi, shivering despite the heat. Her voice is flat, as if half awake and unsure whether to trust herself that there really is a group of inquisitive adventurers inside her home.
“I don’t fancy your chances, but they’re certainly better than mine. What do you want to know?”
Durnham staggers from the change in temperature as he enters the cabin. He immediately starts sweating under all his winter clothes and pulls his gloves off. As his dark brown eyes move from his gloves to the speaker, Durnham is struck momentarily dumb, his words dying in his mouth.
“Thank you Tulgi, how are you....”
Durnham’s eyes pop wide open and he can’t help but stare in horror at the state the dwarf is in. He thinks to himself... this is much... MUCH worse than I feared. Uncle Urgot went through that?!
He recovers quickly and begins scanning Tulsi from a distance, looking over her symptoms, making a mental list and trying to match it to any magical ailments he has read or heard about. Distented veins of an unnatural blue, unnaturally cold despite a heated environment, exhaustion, delirium... 22 Arcana check
@Durnham: The symptoms match no spell or enchantment that you know of - nor any divine spells granted to clerics and paladins. The only arcane power that could create such an affliction anew would be wielded by the most powerful of wizards. If that's not the answer then...the source must be natural - or at least, not magical.
Ressys bent down and entered the small cabin. Looking around he took in the scene. He moved over to the fire and looked at the soup that is simmering. "Would you like some soup?" he asks, ladleing some into a bowl and bringing it over to Tulgi.
He then kneels down on one knee in front of the dwarf and hands him the soup.
Ressys then holds one hand out and he casts Produce Flame. A small flickering flame appears in his hand and the room is filled with light. He then takes a closer look at the ailing dwarf.
Medicine 12
He nods at the concerns Durnham whispers and gives him a look of reassurance.
Turning his attention back to Tulgi,
"Tell me, what dealings have you had with Urgon? If this is the same ailment that he had you likely caught it from him. That means you were together for some time. This would be important to know so we can begin to trace back what is happening. When did you first start feeling this way and how quickly have these symptoms progressed?"
Almost enjoying the excessive heat in the cabin having been in the cold for so long, the little gnome walks in quietly with the others. Letting them do the talking, she sits on the floor closeby.
Qidira brushes her hair out of her eyes and peers up at Tulgi, examining her symptoms from a distance. Having seen much of illness in the poor of the city she wonders if she's seen any of these symptoms before. medicine19
Brandon follows the others inside the cabin, squinting through the hazy smoke with the heat blanketing him. He makes a studied look across the cabin, looking for notes, drawings, or maps that may be readily visible for further study.
Investigation 14
He moves and sits down close to Tulgi, ignoring her visible signs of illness and looking into her eyes. “Thank you again for speaking with us Tulgi. Do not be afraid, we will do our best to aid you. It is important to search your memories and answer Winterwalker’s questions. Anything you can share about the symptoms of your illness may help. In addition, we would like to know if Urgon shared anything with you about his recent travels - where he visited, who he saw, what he did - that may tell us where this affliction comes from.”
Tulgi accepts the soup silently from Ressys, her hands wrapping tightly around the bowl as if they could draw all the heat through the thick earthenware. She makes no move to eat it, only hold.
@Ressys:
The sickness is very hard to determine; the prominent blue veins could be a sign of clotting or aberrant blood. You have not seen or heard of the like before.
Tulgi answers the firbolg’s questions “I haven’t spent an hour with Urgon – not even a minute. I saw him return to Palebank loaded with booty from his latest excursion to Eiselcross, and knew that it would fetch good coin. I waited until he’d sold it off to Pelc and then swiped it from there”
Tulgi casts a sideways glance at Durnham, “I don’t do stick ups, and Urgon is – was – good people. I fell ill about twenty days ago, it was mild at first and I could hide the signs. But it got worse, and when Urgon perished I knew I faced the same fate. I- I broke into his cabin looking for any clue for a cure, but there was nothing”
She looks even more sad, although shows no sign of remorse for her crimes.
@Qidira:
You’ve never seen anything like this. Only illnesses which caused prominence of the veins, sometimes black, and none of those turned out well for the patient/victim.
@Brandon:
You notice an ornate dagger tucked into Tulgi’s belt, she has tried to hide it with her shirt but the handle and hilt still show through. The room itself reveals nothing remarkable except...there, under the bed, two dog muzzles – no, wolves, laying under the bed and watching passively.
After Brandon appeals for details, Tulgi relents: “Everything I took from Pelc’s Curiosities is now with my sister, Hulil. She has them at Croaker Cave, north of the village”
Kotar entered in silence, trying to hide the hilt of his blade with the shield in his left arm, and let the others talk first. In his experience it was better to have people coated in something softer than steel take care of first impressions. Inside the cabin the heat was strong, too strong. Tulgi was far worse they had imagined and the symptoms were clear in her body. Fortunately they didn’t rob her of her reason, at least not yet, and she collaborated by answering any questions and letting Ressys proceed to an examination.
“Tulgi, it is possible that some of the items you came in contact is the source of your affliction. We need to know exactly what Urgon brought in his last journey.”He started as soon as the woman finished admitting to her last venture. “Can you list to us everything you got at Pelc’s Curiosities?”
Durnham had said this sickness, or curse, didn’t seem like a spell or at least not one he knew about. This could mean it was the effect a substance, something both afflicted came in contact.
“Forgive me the indiscretion, but also have to ask if you did you take anything from Urgon’s cabin? Touched or saw some unfamiliar object? Something similar to wat he sold?”
At the mention of mysterious items from Eisselcross, Durnham reaches into his pack and removes a large book and begins thumbing through a few pages before he finds what he is looking for.
He nods to Tulgi in response to his comments about his Uncle but doesn’t respond verbally.
He thinks to himself “If he was such a good person, why didn’t he take care of me? Why didn’t he let me live with him?
“These items... describe them for us please. If one of them was cursed we will have to track down each and every one.”
He turns towards his companions and says “I’m going to need to focus here a few moments. I want to see if there are any magical energies around here.” Anyone who is paying attention will notice that Durnham becomes detached and adopts a clinical attitude as his book comes out. He then sits on the floor with his book and begins muttering to himself and making intricate gestures with his fingers and hands. This continues for about 10 minutes as he ritually casts detect magic.
Brandon’s interest perks up when he hears about Urgon’s expedition to Eiselcross, as he too is interested in seeking artifacts of power from that place. He wonders to himself, what could Urgon have found? He listens to Kotar's questions and then raises his eyebrows in curiosity at the hilt of the ornate dagger Tulgi is trying to hide, one that he thinks may be a little too ornate for a trapper.
“Tulgi, that is a very fine dagger you are trying to hide there. How long have you had it? Did it come from Urgon’s cabin, or your trip to Pelc’s?” He thinks back to his own experiences at the fall of the Ashguard Garrison. “Weapons may sometimes have…" he pauses “...unique properties that can change the bearer for good or ill. May we see it? You can lay it on the table, I promise we will not try to take it from you”
He also points out the two wolves under the bed, more for his own companions awareness than anything else, “Those are loyal animals, they must have accompanied you on many journeys. Oh, the stories I bet they could tell.”
Ressys furrows his brows and his big ears twitch for a moment.
"I agree. This likely came from something Urgon brought back from Eiselcross. We will need to seek these others out, they may have these same symptoms if they handled the same item or items." he says to the others.
To Tulgi he asks "How long after you retrieved the items from Pelc's Curiosities did you begin to fall ill? You said you have been ill for about 20 days. How long before that did you collect the items?"
Having his attention drawn to the wolves he looks down at them and smiles. He gives a series of low grunts and growls as he extends an empty hand out to the wolves to sniff.
Be at peace friends, we will tend to this one.
@GrubaMcD
Speech of Beast and Leaf
You have the ability to communicate in a limited manner with beasts and plants. They can understand the meaning of your words, though you have no special ability to understand them in return. You have advantage on all Charisma checks you make to influence them.
Tulgi snaps suddenly at Kotar’s pressing question “I know it’s something he had found, you think I’m stupid?! I stole for the Uttolots just so I could scrape a living for myself, and now it’s put me in my grave!”
She is standing now, stiffly swaying and obviously in pain and scanning the room to take you all in, eyes blazing; “It’s a bit late to teach me a lesson in ethics, you moralistic wyrm eaters!!”
She slumps back down, tears streaming down her face. She convulses with deep sobs and starts to calms down, deflated. When she speaks again she is more in control, almost emotionless, staring at the floor:
“A map of the multiverse on a gilded scroll. A jade statuette. A quiver of fancy arrows. A silver ring and two blue glass vials. That’s everything I took from Pelc’s, and Hulil has it all at Croaker Cave”
She looks up, face still streaked with tears “I didn’t find anything at Urgon’s place, I looked everywhere. A receipt there described the items from Eiselcross that he had sold to Pelc, and I took them all from Pelc’s shop”
When Brandon questions the dagger, Tulgi smiles with resignation, realising that she had not hidden it successfully. “Huh. Well, maybe I didn’t give everything I stole to Hulil. It was just pretty, and perfectly weighted, I couldn’t let it go. If it has special powers then they’re not of the healing kind”
When Ressys asks about the timing of her symptoms she replies “About three days after clearing out Pelc’s I fell ill”
A short time after Tulgi finishes speaking, Durnham’s ritual comes to an end.
@Durnham:
At first it looks like the cabin is bereft of magical influence, and then you see it; the dagger that Tulgi and Brandon have been discussing is glowing with enchantment energy – it has a strange signature though, indicating that its enchantment comes from beyond Wildemount – maybe even from beyond Exandria. You’ve seen such a signature once in your studies; the magic of Aeor, the fallen city.
Tulgi’s two wolves whine sympathetically from under the bed, staring at Ressys intently but with softness, not aggression.
The stricken dwarf gets into her bed and pulls the covers up to her neck; “I hope you get to the bottom of this and find the cure, but I’m not holding my breath”
Durnham continues his mutterings and hand motions, culminating in a final swirl and twisting that stops when his hands cross and he holds a complex pattern with his fingers. At the same time he speaks in a clear command, “Be Revealed!” His eyes suddenly begin glowing a soft white and he slowly stands and begins looking around the room. He scans the walls and ceiling, the furnishings and the floor, the fireplace, and the people. He finally rests his eyes upon Tulgi and examines his waist intently before he speaks.
”Tulgi, that dagger is emanating a strange enchantment. I have only read about magic like this and it comes from the fallen city of Aeor. Do you have any idea what it does? It could be extremely dangerous... it could be what is causing your illness for all we know. Will you let us examine it? We are not here to judge you, whatever wrongs you may have done, you have paid for and then some. Do not be so foolish as to hold on to the very thing that may be killing you!”
Durnham then raises his right hand from his side up to in front of his chest with a twisting motion and mutters an arcane word, “Mano.”A translucent hand appears near Tulgi and quickly turns over palm up, and waits silently. Durnham looks and waits as his eyes continue to glow.
As he thought about Tulgi forced confession he still struggled to understand why she refused to speak with Elro. At first, when her symptoms were milder, it made sense. The man was the leader of the Glassblades in Paleblank. Tulgi could never know if he was offering help or preparing to throw her in the jail. Besides, she couldn’t exactly tell the man what she had connection with the dead dwarf. But after Urgon’s death? Were the jails a fate worse than death? Questions the Fighter abandoned when the woman snapped at him.
Considering that you just tried to offend five visibly armed people, which are your best if not only chance of surviving, while sick and slowed and alone save for two wolves? Kotar said with the voice of his mind. His face was hard like stone and his eyes fixated in Tulgi. I think you have showed beyond any doubt that you are pretty stupid.
Before he could answer with aggressive comments of his own the woman convulses and starts crying, remembering the Goliath that she had pain enough by herself. In her place I would’ve said worse than wyrm eater, he admitted to himself.
“Can you identify itens, Durnham?” Kotar asks looking for the receipt. They clearly couldn’t trust Tulgi’s words alone.
Brandon approaches the door “Tulgi, we are from the village, Elro sent us. He is concerned with your well-being and health. The entire village is. Winterwalker is just trying to help.” He hopes the mention of Elro will convince her they come in goodwilll. He pauses and looks at Durnham. “And, Tulgi, Durnham is here. He just arrived back home in time to bury his uncle. We were hoping you could tell us if you spoke with Urgon before his passing and anything you may have learned about his travels. You would be doing us a great favor by talking with him and may help put his mind at rest. Please open the door.”
Persuasion 15
(OOC: Not sure what happened there. Roll was a 15 using the dice roller, then the page refreshed and the not yet available error message appeared.)
Catching the encouragement from Winterwalker and Brandon, Durnham speaks up in Dwarvish.
”Hello Tulgi... it’s been a rough day. I just got back to town in time to bury my only living relative. I don’t know what happened to him but what the Druid says is true. Elro told us you had been having some symptoms and asked us to try to help.“
”If that’s true... Tulgi I’m sorry. I can’t promise you that we will make everything ok... but I can promise that things will only get worse if you don’t help us figure this thing out. I don’t know what happened to my Uncle, but you’re the only one we know who might have some information or clue to help us... to help you and the whole village. So please, let us in so that we can talk.”
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Qidira watches the requests from her new companions and hopes Tulgi will open the door for them.
(the forum did that to me today too - might just be when it gets really busy on site. Only other thing is to leave spaces on either end of rolls or go back add a space after and save again, but I think the not available yet one is something else.)
Tulgi was less than receptive of the visitants, but her words were not enough to dissuade Ressys. He tried appealing to the possibility he could help with her health, just before asking for Durnham to speak. Brandon did it first, but the Wizard didn’t shy from the request. At least he spoke something in a tongue Kotar couldn’t understand.
“Tulgi, everyone knows of the sickness and you know that Elro is responsible for the safety of the village.” He started trying to make his voice as calm and unthreatening as possible. “If you do not accept treatment you will be a danger not only to yourself, but to Paleblank and the Glassblades will have to exile you to avoid further contagion.” The Goliath was not happy to say that, but he knew it was most likely the truth. She should know too. “Elro probably sent us here because he doesn’t want things to get to this point, but he will have to notify his superiors and the order to send you away will come. If you want to keep your house, your life, then listen to us. Let us at least try doing something for you.”
Kotar hoped that his appeal made his friends words more persuasive. After all, when it came to injuries and sickness, like Qidira had point it before, time was of the essence. The woman was the closest thing they had to a lead and they were the closest thing she had to a chance.
Actions:
Kotar uses the Help Action to help either Brandon, if still possible (further justification on the game's OOC).
After Ressys makes his appeal to the cabin’s door you hear shuffling noises inside the cabin but no reply.
As Brandon joins in with mentions of the late Urgon, a gentle sob creeps out from under the door, and Kotar offers his own words of encouragement.
Finally Durnham makes his stoic but personal appeal, and after a short pause there is a scrape which sounds like a chair being pushed back.
You don’t hear the footsteps as Tulgi approaches the door from inside, but the click of a door unlocking is unmistakable. Cautiously you open the door and step inside...
The heat in this small cabin hits like a hammer blow. A table set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils stands at the center of the room. The smell of a simmering soup comes from a pot hanging inside a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the room, filling the cabin with a smoky haze. Shivering at the end of a bed near the brazier is a dwarf wrapped in blankets. Bulging blue veins streak her face, neck, and hands.
“You’re l-looking for the cure?” Asks Tulgi, shivering despite the heat. Her voice is flat, as if half awake and unsure whether to trust herself that there really is a group of inquisitive adventurers inside her home.
“I don’t fancy your chances, but they’re certainly better than mine. What do you want to know?”
Durnham staggers from the change in temperature as he enters the cabin. He immediately starts sweating under all his winter clothes and pulls his gloves off. As his dark brown eyes move from his gloves to the speaker, Durnham is struck momentarily dumb, his words dying in his mouth.
“Thank you Tulgi, how are you....”
Durnham’s eyes pop wide open and he can’t help but stare in horror at the state the dwarf is in. He thinks to himself... this is much... MUCH worse than I feared. Uncle Urgot went through that?!
He recovers quickly and begins scanning Tulsi from a distance, looking over her symptoms, making a mental list and trying to match it to any magical ailments he has read or heard about. Distented veins of an unnatural blue, unnaturally cold despite a heated environment, exhaustion, delirium... 22 Arcana check
Noob
@Durnham: The symptoms match no spell or enchantment that you know of - nor any divine spells granted to clerics and paladins. The only arcane power that could create such an affliction anew would be wielded by the most powerful of wizards. If that's not the answer then...the source must be natural - or at least, not magical.
Durnham will turn and look to Ressys with panicked eyes and whispers so that Tulsi doesn’t overhear.
“I have never read about anything like this before. I don’t think this is a spell... at least not any spell I’ve ever heard of.”
Noob
Ressys bent down and entered the small cabin. Looking around he took in the scene. He moved over to the fire and looked at the soup that is simmering. "Would you like some soup?" he asks, ladleing some into a bowl and bringing it over to Tulgi.
He then kneels down on one knee in front of the dwarf and hands him the soup.
Ressys then holds one hand out and he casts Produce Flame. A small flickering flame appears in his hand and the room is filled with light. He then takes a closer look at the ailing dwarf.
Medicine 12
He nods at the concerns Durnham whispers and gives him a look of reassurance.
Turning his attention back to Tulgi,
"Tell me, what dealings have you had with Urgon? If this is the same ailment that he had you likely caught it from him. That means you were together for some time. This would be important to know so we can begin to trace back what is happening. When did you first start feeling this way and how quickly have these symptoms progressed?"
Almost enjoying the excessive heat in the cabin having been in the cold for so long, the little gnome walks in quietly with the others. Letting them do the talking, she sits on the floor closeby.
Qidira brushes her hair out of her eyes and peers up at Tulgi, examining her symptoms from a distance. Having seen much of illness in the poor of the city she wonders if she's seen any of these symptoms before. medicine 19
Brandon follows the others inside the cabin, squinting through the hazy smoke with the heat blanketing him. He makes a studied look across the cabin, looking for notes, drawings, or maps that may be readily visible for further study.
Investigation 14
He moves and sits down close to Tulgi, ignoring her visible signs of illness and looking into her eyes. “Thank you again for speaking with us Tulgi. Do not be afraid, we will do our best to aid you. It is important to search your memories and answer Winterwalker’s questions. Anything you can share about the symptoms of your illness may help. In addition, we would like to know if Urgon shared anything with you about his recent travels - where he visited, who he saw, what he did - that may tell us where this affliction comes from.”
Tulgi accepts the soup silently from Ressys, her hands wrapping tightly around the bowl as if they could draw all the heat through the thick earthenware. She makes no move to eat it, only hold.
@Ressys:
The sickness is very hard to determine; the prominent blue veins could be a sign of clotting or aberrant blood. You have not seen or heard of the like before.
Tulgi answers the firbolg’s questions “I haven’t spent an hour with Urgon – not even a minute. I saw him return to Palebank loaded with booty from his latest excursion to Eiselcross, and knew that it would fetch good coin. I waited until he’d sold it off to Pelc and then swiped it from there”
Tulgi casts a sideways glance at Durnham, “I don’t do stick ups, and Urgon is – was – good people. I fell ill about twenty days ago, it was mild at first and I could hide the signs. But it got worse, and when Urgon perished I knew I faced the same fate. I- I broke into his cabin looking for any clue for a cure, but there was nothing”
She looks even more sad, although shows no sign of remorse for her crimes.
@Qidira:
You’ve never seen anything like this. Only illnesses which caused prominence of the veins, sometimes black, and none of those turned out well for the patient/victim.
@Brandon:
You notice an ornate dagger tucked into Tulgi’s belt, she has tried to hide it with her shirt but the handle and hilt still show through. The room itself reveals nothing remarkable except...there, under the bed, two dog muzzles – no, wolves, laying under the bed and watching passively.
After Brandon appeals for details, Tulgi relents: “Everything I took from Pelc’s Curiosities is now with my sister, Hulil. She has them at Croaker Cave, north of the village”
Kotar entered in silence, trying to hide the hilt of his blade with the shield in his left arm, and let the others talk first. In his experience it was better to have people coated in something softer than steel take care of first impressions. Inside the cabin the heat was strong, too strong. Tulgi was far worse they had imagined and the symptoms were clear in her body. Fortunately they didn’t rob her of her reason, at least not yet, and she collaborated by answering any questions and letting Ressys proceed to an examination.
“Tulgi, it is possible that some of the items you came in contact is the source of your affliction. We need to know exactly what Urgon brought in his last journey.” He started as soon as the woman finished admitting to her last venture. “Can you list to us everything you got at Pelc’s Curiosities?”
Durnham had said this sickness, or curse, didn’t seem like a spell or at least not one he knew about. This could mean it was the effect a substance, something both afflicted came in contact.
“Forgive me the indiscretion, but also have to ask if you did you take anything from Urgon’s cabin? Touched or saw some unfamiliar object? Something similar to wat he sold?”
At the mention of mysterious items from Eisselcross, Durnham reaches into his pack and removes a large book and begins thumbing through a few pages before he finds what he is looking for.
He nods to Tulgi in response to his comments about his Uncle but doesn’t respond verbally.
He thinks to himself “If he was such a good person, why didn’t he take care of me? Why didn’t he let me live with him?
“These items... describe them for us please. If one of them was cursed we will have to track down each and every one.”
He turns towards his companions and says “I’m going to need to focus here a few moments. I want to see if there are any magical energies around here.” Anyone who is paying attention will notice that Durnham becomes detached and adopts a clinical attitude as his book comes out. He then sits on the floor with his book and begins muttering to himself and making intricate gestures with his fingers and hands. This continues for about 10 minutes as he ritually casts detect magic.
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Brandon’s interest perks up when he hears about Urgon’s expedition to Eiselcross, as he too is interested in seeking artifacts of power from that place. He wonders to himself, what could Urgon have found? He listens to Kotar's questions and then raises his eyebrows in curiosity at the hilt of the ornate dagger Tulgi is trying to hide, one that he thinks may be a little too ornate for a trapper.
“Tulgi, that is a very fine dagger you are trying to hide there. How long have you had it? Did it come from Urgon’s cabin, or your trip to Pelc’s?” He thinks back to his own experiences at the fall of the Ashguard Garrison. “Weapons may sometimes have…" he pauses “...unique properties that can change the bearer for good or ill. May we see it? You can lay it on the table, I promise we will not try to take it from you”
He also points out the two wolves under the bed, more for his own companions awareness than anything else, “Those are loyal animals, they must have accompanied you on many journeys. Oh, the stories I bet they could tell.”
Ressys furrows his brows and his big ears twitch for a moment.
"I agree. This likely came from something Urgon brought back from Eiselcross. We will need to seek these others out, they may have these same symptoms if they handled the same item or items." he says to the others.
To Tulgi he asks "How long after you retrieved the items from Pelc's Curiosities did you begin to fall ill? You said you have been ill for about 20 days. How long before that did you collect the items?"
Having his attention drawn to the wolves he looks down at them and smiles. He gives a series of low grunts and growls as he extends an empty hand out to the wolves to sniff.
Be at peace friends, we will tend to this one.
@GrubaMcD
You have the ability to communicate in a limited manner with beasts and plants. They can understand the meaning of your words, though you have no special ability to understand them in return. You have advantage on all Charisma checks you make to influence them.
Tulgi snaps suddenly at Kotar’s pressing question “I know it’s something he had found, you think I’m stupid?! I stole for the Uttolots just so I could scrape a living for myself, and now it’s put me in my grave!”
She is standing now, stiffly swaying and obviously in pain and scanning the room to take you all in, eyes blazing; “It’s a bit late to teach me a lesson in ethics, you moralistic wyrm eaters!!”
She slumps back down, tears streaming down her face. She convulses with deep sobs and starts to calms down, deflated. When she speaks again she is more in control, almost emotionless, staring at the floor:
“A map of the multiverse on a gilded scroll. A jade statuette. A quiver of fancy arrows. A silver ring and two blue glass vials. That’s everything I took from Pelc’s, and Hulil has it all at Croaker Cave”
She looks up, face still streaked with tears “I didn’t find anything at Urgon’s place, I looked everywhere. A receipt there described the items from Eiselcross that he had sold to Pelc, and I took them all from Pelc’s shop”
When Brandon questions the dagger, Tulgi smiles with resignation, realising that she had not hidden it successfully. “Huh. Well, maybe I didn’t give everything I stole to Hulil. It was just pretty, and perfectly weighted, I couldn’t let it go. If it has special powers then they’re not of the healing kind”
When Ressys asks about the timing of her symptoms she replies “About three days after clearing out Pelc’s I fell ill”
A short time after Tulgi finishes speaking, Durnham’s ritual comes to an end.
@Durnham:
At first it looks like the cabin is bereft of magical influence, and then you see it; the dagger that Tulgi and Brandon have been discussing is glowing with enchantment energy – it has a strange signature though, indicating that its enchantment comes from beyond Wildemount – maybe even from beyond Exandria. You’ve seen such a signature once in your studies; the magic of Aeor, the fallen city.
Tulgi’s two wolves whine sympathetically from under the bed, staring at Ressys intently but with softness, not aggression.
The stricken dwarf gets into her bed and pulls the covers up to her neck; “I hope you get to the bottom of this and find the cure, but I’m not holding my breath”
Durnham continues his mutterings and hand motions, culminating in a final swirl and twisting that stops when his hands cross and he holds a complex pattern with his fingers. At the same time he speaks in a clear command, “Be Revealed!” His eyes suddenly begin glowing a soft white and he slowly stands and begins looking around the room. He scans the walls and ceiling, the furnishings and the floor, the fireplace, and the people. He finally rests his eyes upon Tulgi and examines his waist intently before he speaks.
”Tulgi, that dagger is emanating a strange enchantment. I have only read about magic like this and it comes from the fallen city of Aeor. Do you have any idea what it does? It could be extremely dangerous... it could be what is causing your illness for all we know. Will you let us examine it? We are not here to judge you, whatever wrongs you may have done, you have paid for and then some. Do not be so foolish as to hold on to the very thing that may be killing you!”
Durnham then raises his right hand from his side up to in front of his chest with a twisting motion and mutters an arcane word, “Mano.” A translucent hand appears near Tulgi and quickly turns over palm up, and waits silently. Durnham looks and waits as his eyes continue to glow.
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As he thought about Tulgi forced confession he still struggled to understand why she refused to speak with Elro. At first, when her symptoms were milder, it made sense. The man was the leader of the Glassblades in Paleblank. Tulgi could never know if he was offering help or preparing to throw her in the jail. Besides, she couldn’t exactly tell the man what she had connection with the dead dwarf. But after Urgon’s death? Were the jails a fate worse than death? Questions the Fighter abandoned when the woman snapped at him.
Considering that you just tried to offend five visibly armed people, which are your best if not only chance of surviving, while sick and slowed and alone save for two wolves? Kotar said with the voice of his mind. His face was hard like stone and his eyes fixated in Tulgi. I think you have showed beyond any doubt that you are pretty stupid.
Before he could answer with aggressive comments of his own the woman convulses and starts crying, remembering the Goliath that she had pain enough by herself. In her place I would’ve said worse than wyrm eater, he admitted to himself.
“Can you identify itens, Durnham?” Kotar asks looking for the receipt. They clearly couldn’t trust Tulgi’s words alone.
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