Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Sparhawk considers Var's proposal. "Let us complete our business here and consult the crew. I propose we take a vote regarding this matter."
Vars nods, “Of course. It can wait if needed. I just thought it would be more convenient to stop there on the way rather then having to come all the way back here later. But we should still vote.”
Eberk sits down next to the loot and does a ritual casting of Detect Magic
Vars
Actually, you at the crossroads where it splits on the map. You would need to cross the bridge heading towards Mirabar. It’s a bit up the road from the split
As Eberks ritual concludes, a faint aura of magic comes from Bernards cloak, and a from inside the locked chest. Everything else is mundane
Assuming Vars would break out the map for view:
Eberk joins the group. “The cloak has some magic to it along with something in the chest. What’s the plan?”
"My friends," Sparhawk says, still drinking the last of the morning coffee. "We have a few things to discuss this morning."
"First, with the captain gone, we should discuss if someone should stand in her place, or if we want to run things differently."
"Second, perhaps some of these personal items should be divided up, for example, this fine cloak is magical (perhaps a cloak of protection)thank you Eberk, and could benefit one of us in the group. There are a few pieces of armor that could perhaps provide some upgrades to our equipment (but we may need to pay for those out of our earnings.)."
"Third, we need to decide on our next course of action and get going. This could involve a straight shot back into town to resolve our blood oath, or a slight detour." Sparhawk looks at his friends.
"Vars and Bjorn, can you explain about the magic chest, Bernards letter, and the key on the map?"
Bjorn grins. "Stand in her place? She seemed to mostly sit, in the cart as I recall. I could sit in her place, but then I'd have to have you lot lookin' my way when coin's running low... Not to mention, nobody'd believe I were in charge, what with you standin' right there."
"Well, the chest is locked tight." He frowns and glares at the chest. "Might could pry it open with a blade, or cut into it with a saw. Wouldn't want to smash it, for fear of breakin' what's inside. As for the letter, here. Looks like our man was working for someone else, an' the boss man's in a mine somewhere near Mirabar. I can't imagine carin' less about that, but Fist will want to know."
"As for the cloak, I suppose Eberk could wear it -- without him, we might have left it behind, after all. Though it likely smells like bugbear sweat, at the moment."
"I can bear another day or so on the road to hunt that treasure, if you can. Those knights already swept through here before, as well as the warrior fellow from the caravan, so I think it's as safe as it'll ever be."
"Run things differently? You mean...vote on everything like we already do? What do you propose instead?" Vars asks, clearly not too keen on choosing a different method of leadership.
He snorts at Bjorn's comment, "Your right there, no one would believe you were in charge regardless of who's standing beside you." He looks at the chest, "Who cares if we break what's inside? We only get ten percent anyways, and if we break it we can just say it got smashed during the fight. ...we might want to check out the mine though. If that box isn't here, it probably will show up there if that minotaur took it and has any sense of loyalty."
He brightens at the mention of the treasure, "Good, that's two votes in favor, counting mine. What say you three?" He looks to Eberk, Sparhawk, and Frangipani."
" Captain wise? Not me. You lot are like herding cats."
" I don't really care.....as long as someone tells me what to do....and what not to do."
" I can try blasting that chest with ice?"
Eberk thinks for a minute. “At the very least we need a new leader to represent us. Whether it’s strictly for business or not can be a discussion.”
“I’ll hang on to the cloak for now. It might take some time, but once I can figure out what it does, then we can decide who needs it most. As far as that chest goes, I wouldn’t mind a peek inside.” He puts on the cloak.
"I think you are right, going to the key area is convenient, and may be lucrative. It also allows us to not wonder if we missed something so we can be more invested in our future opportunities at Luskin." Sparhawk rubs his always broken nose. "There is nothing in our contract that says we can't look at the goods. I agree that we should try to see what's inside that chest, but we don't have a good way to identify what the magic is. Anyone good at opening chests, or should I use my way?" Sparhawk grabs his warhammer.
"I agree with Eberk, we need a leader to represent us. We've all gotten more familiar with each other. Anyone have any suggestions, and then perhaps we can take a vote of sorts?"
Eberk immediately feels safer and more secure as he dons this cloak of protection +1. The cloak automatically adjusts to the proper size so it doesn’t drag in the dirt and has a fresh clean scent, no bugbear sweat.
(The Tide Cloak of Protection, always a fresh clean scent). "Eberk, it looks much better on you than it did on Bernard...but ...there's something missing." Sparhawk reaches in his pouch and pulls out Bernard's bone nose ring. He reaches towards Eberk's nose. "Here, try this on. It may improve the overall look." Sparhawk smiles and pats his short friend on the shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than one would consider gentle. He laughs, his half orc sense of humor back now that their battle has been won.
"Eh, be my guest," Vars gestures at the chest. "I've tried my hand at it and the blasted thing is stuck tight."
He crosses his arms, "As for the matter of Captain, who else here has had experience with leadership? Better to choose based on who's best suited for the job rather then just popularity."
"Well, not sure I want the job or am even worthy, but I've been a soldier most of my life. I've achieved military rank through that experience. Through my order, I have also learned the gentle art of persuasion and politics, so I suppose I'd make a good leader. But, the best leaders as you all know are not about their accomplishments, but about their ability to bring out the best in everyone in the group, and treat everyone with respect. I suppose a good leader can delegate but also make a difficult decision when the time is needed." He looks around. "You will have to all ponder this." Perhaps we can hear what others think, and if needed, we could vote as a group?"
Sparhawk looks at the chest and lock, looking for any structural weaknesses or places he could wedge in a crowbar. He will consider either forcing open the chest or breaking the lock. "Anyone have a tiny little friend that could crawl into this box and take a look for us?"
(Investigation): 4
The box itself is extremely well crafted and a treasure in and of itself. The lock is high quality design embedded into the chest and covered in the same intricate etching and scroll work. It looks pickable, just more difficult.
Eberk looks around to the group. “I’ve never been in a leadership role. What about you Vars?”
“Hum”