Silas will poke his head through the door that is slightly open. Just enough to get a look inside. But not enough to actually get inside the room. Perception 11
This large workshop was badly damaged by the ancient spell battle that laid waste to the mine. Worktables taking up two corners of the room are scorched, and the plaster has been burned off the masonry walls. In the middle of the room, a stone pedestal holds a small brazier in which an eerie green flame dances and crackles. The brazier and its pedestal appear to have been untouched by the forces that destroyed this area.
Behind the brazier of green flame floats a spherical creature measuring roughly four feet in diameter. Four eyestalks protrude from its central mass, two on each side. In the center of the body is a large eye that stares at you.
“Hello,” says a thick, burbling voice inside your head. You all hear the voice however only Silas sees the speaker at the moment.
Byron whispers from within the staff, his voice sounding surprised and a bit confused. "This is it cousin, this is where Illmater wanted you to take me. My destiny is within that room."
"I am...... I. I am guardian. Who are you? Have you come to take the forge?"For a moment as the thing mentions taking the forge the eyes on it's eye stalks glow as though it is about to attack, but it doesn't. " You are not undead like the ones I have destroyed before. You are.... gnome?"
Tibern watches closely as they enter the spell scarred room, his eyes moving around for any sign of more of the undead that had littered the place. As they come into contact with the strange creature his hand will slowly move to rest on the hilt of his rapier.
"Yes I am a gnome. And I am not here to take the forge. I am on a mission to help my cousin. See he soul trapped inside this staff. And he just told me his destiny lies within this room."
"So ... Guardian. I am not sure what Byron, my cousin, means by his destiny being in this room. I am a follower of Ilmater, and a healer. If I can help you I will."
Looking at this creature Silas can clearly see that it looks very fatigued, as though it has been at work for way way to long and is ready to go home. He also detects a hint of eagerness in it's voice when it identified you as a gnome. Judging by the facts that it seems happy to see a gnome, it has not attacked, and it calls itself a guardian, Silas gets the idea that this thing was summoned during the battle for the mine in order to protect this room.
"I must guard this place from intruders until the battle is over and the one who summoned me returns to dismiss me from this duty." The creature floats a little higher and the eyes on it's stalks begin to glow an eldritch glow. "Who are you? Why have you come here?"
Please include any deception or persuasion rolls in your response.
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"We were paid to clear out this place as it seems that this place has been abandoned for many many years. Upon our journey through this place we encountered undead and other strange beasts." Tibern says, deciding to be truthful.
Nundro steps forward. "They are indeed being paid, by Clan Rockseeker. Your master died long ago, but you have served them well. We are here to restore the mine and renew the Phandelver's pact."
All five of the creature's eyes focus on Nundro and bright white beam of magical energy pours forth from them bathing the dwarf in magical light. Then suddenly the creature blinks and the light vanishes. "Yes, you are of Clan Rockseeker. My task is complete."With that the thing vanishes in a puff of purple smoke and you are left alone in the room.
Nundro is unharmed though he was clearly startled by the magical scan. "Well, that was easy." The dwarf muses before becoming distracted by the pedestal and brazier in the center of the room. "This is it lads. The forge of spells. This is where the weapons were infused with magical energy." He inspects the brazier with the eyes of an expert craftsman, waves his hand through the green flame a couple times, and shakes his head in disappointment. "The years have not been kind to this place. We can and will rebuild, and we will forge the ore from the mine just as we did in the past. But the magic here has waned, it will never be as strong as before. I could maybe enchant a few items here but it wouldn't last, an hour or two at best. It would take more than a few mages to fix this, you would need some kind of divine power to breathe life back into this Spell Forge."
The staff in Silas's hand is almost shaking. "Silas! Put me in that brazier! It is Illmater's will! This is it, this is where I was supposed to die. You don't need divine intervention to fix it, you need a soal. Illmater speaks to me now, the mages who created the spell forge sacrificed their soals to create it so that their descendants would be prosperous. Now to undo the damage of time and neglect I too will forfeit whatever afterlife may await so that the people of the Sword Coast may once again benefit from the Spell Forge. Do it now cousin, cast me in."
"Farewell cousin, you have taught me well and never lead me astray. The temple would benefit from having your wisdom around. But sacrificing yourself for all of the sword coast is the most admirable thing I have ever witnessed. Ilmater will be proud and I am proud. Goodbye." With a tear rolling down his cheek Silas casts the staff and his cousin into the brazier.
Silas will poke his head through the door that is slightly open. Just enough to get a look inside. But not enough to actually get inside the room. Perception 11
This large workshop was badly damaged by the ancient spell battle that laid waste to the mine. Worktables taking up two corners of the room are scorched, and the plaster has been burned off the masonry walls. In the middle of the room, a stone pedestal holds a small brazier in which an eerie green flame dances and crackles. The brazier and its pedestal appear to have been untouched by the forces that destroyed this area.
Behind the brazier of green flame floats a spherical creature measuring roughly four feet in diameter. Four eyestalks protrude from its central mass, two on each side. In the center of the body is a large eye that stares at you.
“Hello,” says a thick, burbling voice inside your head. You all hear the voice however only Silas sees the speaker at the moment.
Byron whispers from within the staff, his voice sounding surprised and a bit confused. "This is it cousin, this is where Illmater wanted you to take me. My destiny is within that room."
(I'm still alive, I promise! Wife was out of town from thursday night until this morning so kids kept me busy)
No problem VanderLegion and SeaAg98, real life happens.
Silas will respond with "hello, who are you?"
"I am...... I. I am guardian. Who are you? Have you come to take the forge?" For a moment as the thing mentions taking the forge the eyes on it's eye stalks glow as though it is about to attack, but it doesn't. " You are not undead like the ones I have destroyed before. You are.... gnome?"
Now would be a good time for some insight checks.
Tibern watches closely as they enter the spell scarred room, his eyes moving around for any sign of more of the undead that had littered the place. As they come into contact with the strange creature his hand will slowly move to rest on the hilt of his rapier.
Insight: 5
Insight 20
"Yes I am a gnome. And I am not here to take the forge. I am on a mission to help my cousin. See he soul trapped inside this staff. And he just told me his destiny lies within this room."
Insight: 11
Vandar stays back a bit and simply watches and listens to Silas and the creature
"So ... Guardian. I am not sure what Byron, my cousin, means by his destiny being in this room. I am a follower of Ilmater, and a healer. If I can help you I will."
Looking at this creature Silas can clearly see that it looks very fatigued, as though it has been at work for way way to long and is ready to go home. He also detects a hint of eagerness in it's voice when it identified you as a gnome. Judging by the facts that it seems happy to see a gnome, it has not attacked, and it calls itself a guardian, Silas gets the idea that this thing was summoned during the battle for the mine in order to protect this room.
"Well guardian, I think that you seem tired of guarding this place. We can relieve you duty?" Silas says a little unsuredly.
Silas then moves a step or two closer holding only his staff, and motions his party to move with him.
(Sorry, but holiday week here for me. I'll be able to get back up to speed on Monday)
Vandar follows Silas cautiously.
"I must guard this place from intruders until the battle is over and the one who summoned me returns to dismiss me from this duty." The creature floats a little higher and the eyes on it's stalks begin to glow an eldritch glow. "Who are you? Why have you come here?"
Please include any deception or persuasion rolls in your response.
"We were paid to clear out this place as it seems that this place has been abandoned for many many years. Upon our journey through this place we encountered undead and other strange beasts." Tibern says, deciding to be truthful.
Persuasion: 27
"Yes, yes we were paid. We are not intruding. Who summoned you? Maybe we can find them?"
Nundro steps forward. "They are indeed being paid, by Clan Rockseeker. Your master died long ago, but you have served them well. We are here to restore the mine and renew the Phandelver's pact."
All five of the creature's eyes focus on Nundro and bright white beam of magical energy pours forth from them bathing the dwarf in magical light. Then suddenly the creature blinks and the light vanishes. "Yes, you are of Clan Rockseeker. My task is complete." With that the thing vanishes in a puff of purple smoke and you are left alone in the room.
Nundro is unharmed though he was clearly startled by the magical scan. "Well, that was easy." The dwarf muses before becoming distracted by the pedestal and brazier in the center of the room. "This is it lads. The forge of spells. This is where the weapons were infused with magical energy." He inspects the brazier with the eyes of an expert craftsman, waves his hand through the green flame a couple times, and shakes his head in disappointment. "The years have not been kind to this place. We can and will rebuild, and we will forge the ore from the mine just as we did in the past. But the magic here has waned, it will never be as strong as before. I could maybe enchant a few items here but it wouldn't last, an hour or two at best. It would take more than a few mages to fix this, you would need some kind of divine power to breathe life back into this Spell Forge."
The staff in Silas's hand is almost shaking. "Silas! Put me in that brazier! It is Illmater's will! This is it, this is where I was supposed to die. You don't need divine intervention to fix it, you need a soal. Illmater speaks to me now, the mages who created the spell forge sacrificed their soals to create it so that their descendants would be prosperous. Now to undo the damage of time and neglect I too will forfeit whatever afterlife may await so that the people of the Sword Coast may once again benefit from the Spell Forge. Do it now cousin, cast me in."
"Farewell cousin, you have taught me well and never lead me astray. The temple would benefit from having your wisdom around. But sacrificing yourself for all of the sword coast is the most admirable thing I have ever witnessed. Ilmater will be proud and I am proud. Goodbye." With a tear rolling down his cheek Silas casts the staff and his cousin into the brazier.