Zaal watches blankly as the events unfold, seeming indifferent about the fact that they had arrived just in time for the devil to be defeated. He also proceeds to see to the wounded, though his skills are limited to simple first aid. Clearly magic is not his forte.
He ignores the conversation between Sparhawk and the sea elf, as it clearly doesn't concern him right now. If there is anyone near who might know something more about the attack he will stop them and ask, "What happened. Was there any warning to this attack?" The questions are blunt, and presented in that same tired voice he always carries.
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He also looks around to see if there is anything suspicious. Is there anyone who appears to be fleeing the scene? Or perhaps concealing hints to some sort of attachment to the attack. ...or perhaps a lingering mist like that which shrouded the area the night before.
“Can Dagon help us when we return to Luskin?” Sparhawk says out loud, almost to himself.
“Ah, I have something for you Lir. We have traveled together and faced death. I consider you my friend and brother.” He reaches in his pocket, “please, wear this as a sign of our bond.”
He gives Lir the last magic amulet. “May it protect you in your time of need.”
Lir blinks very slowly. Takes the amulet. Holds it in one hand. In the other he holds a refined gem. He looks speculatively from one to the other. Then places both of them in his dirty cloak, nods, and takes a step back.
Sparhawk smiles, and shows him his kraken necklace around his own neck. “Like this, it will grant you my protection. Won’t do anything in your pocket. I gave one to each of the crew.”
Lir also feels the paladins calming presence (+3 all saving throws) and remembers his kindness when they first met and Lir was being attacked by slavers.
"Keep an eye on Lir. There is something....wrong....He says he follows Dagon (I don't know this god), but I believe he's tangled in something and trying to figure out how to get out."
He also looks around to see if there is anything suspicious. Is there anyone who appears to be fleeing the scene? Or perhaps concealing hints to some sort of attachment to the attack. ...or perhaps a lingering mist like that which shrouded the area the night before.
Perception: 25
Looking around there doesn’t seem to be any non ordinary clues. Talking with the priest he tells you he feels it was part of the undead attack, maybe a stray fiend who he sent back to the abyss from whence it came.. the Priest seems matter of fact and humorless as he details the lightning and pestilence assault telling you that it was fortunately directed at the most protected place in all Nyanzaru excepting the Princes palace
early in the morning you all meet up at the dock, prepared to row out to the Baron’s ship, he is already on board and ready to set sail.
( Eberk was not able to scrounge up a scroll as such, but was provided a basic comparison of Ancient Omu alphabet and common. Each time will require an intel check, DC will lower each time you have a successful translation beginning with dc17)
the weather is clear and all the portents show smooth sailing
"Ah my dear Baron. Are you ready for an adventure?" Sparhawk smiles at him. "The garden is interesting. There's a plant there that makes you go into a trance. It then...makes you basically undead. Of course, the assassin vines are great fun as well. Then...theres whatever might be in that locked room. Gonna be a fun adventure for us."
Just as yesterday, just the very presence of the paladin seems to inspire confidence (Aura of protection). He also wears an identical amulet, but the eyes are not green.
Sparhawk looks over the crew, making sure each is ready to go. He spends a bit of extra time observing Lir. Something about the man is quite unsettled, even for him.
Zaal takes everything the Priest says with a blank expression, giving nothing more than a nod in response before walking away to join up with his new teammates. It seems this whole endeavor was just a distraction after all. Oh well.
He greets Dietrich, then finds himself a place where he can observe the majority of the deck while also maintaining his usual relaxed posture... and possibly get a bit of meditating in here and there as well.
Sparhawk looks over the supplies. "Alright crew, let us get this artifact for our good friend, Dietrich." Ready to embark on their journey upriver.
He senses completing facing the evil in this land will allow Sparhawk to be more prepared when he encounters the greater evil on the mainland. It will also allow the crew to galvanize around their higher purpose, should they choose to join him. He wonders about the resistant dark elf, Zaal. He hopes that the stubborn man will see that their paths should continue after this mission. He considers the current composition of the crew. Each person is very different, and each has their own strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps this is what allows the crew to be successful. He wonders what is burdening the strange Lir. He has seemed quite preoccupied since arriving here. He suspects he has been seeking slavers to enact revenge, but who knows? And Bjorn. He proved his loyalty when watching Zaal and testing the metal of the man. He finds it interesting that Bjorn could leave at any time, yet chooses to stay with the crew and keep Sparhawk at the helm. Perhaps he has found a group to trust. And the book, oh the book. Perhaps one evil can be used to aid in understanding to defeat another. And Frangipani, with her "I have no honor." He finds her to be a fiercely loyal friend. He will need the strength and resolve of the Earthlord's will, wisdom, and friendship as they move forward.
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Zaal watches blankly as the events unfold, seeming indifferent about the fact that they had arrived just in time for the devil to be defeated. He also proceeds to see to the wounded, though his skills are limited to simple first aid. Clearly magic is not his forte.
He ignores the conversation between Sparhawk and the sea elf, as it clearly doesn't concern him right now. If there is anyone near who might know something more about the attack he will stop them and ask, "What happened. Was there any warning to this attack?" The questions are blunt, and presented in that same tired voice he always carries.
He also looks around to see if there is anything suspicious. Is there anyone who appears to be fleeing the scene? Or perhaps concealing hints to some sort of attachment to the attack. ...or perhaps a lingering mist like that which shrouded the area the night before.
Perception: 25
Lir blinks very slowly. Takes the amulet. Holds it in one hand. In the other he holds a refined gem. He looks speculatively from one to the other. Then places both of them in his dirty cloak, nods, and takes a step back.
Sparhawk smiles, and shows him his kraken necklace around his own neck.
“Like this, it will grant you my protection. Won’t do anything in your pocket. I gave one to each of the crew.”
Lir also feels the paladins calming presence (+3 all saving throws) and remembers his kindness when they first met and Lir was being attacked by slavers.
Lir nods. He understands. Something else is on his mind.
Sparhawk, noting Lirs mood
“Lir, I’m no fool. What is on your mind. Let me help.”
Frangipani shifts back to her Genasi form with a disgruntled expression.
" You are all acting very strange. But you are all very strange.....so that is how it should be."
“Indeed,” Sparhawk smiles at Frangipani.
”There are some strange things happening since we arrived here.”
”I assure you, I am back to my normal cheerful self.”
“”Ok crew, time to get ready to head out. “Bjorn, any luck with a. Speak languages scroll or spell? Any other equipment we might need?”
“We leave in a few hours. Make sure the Baron has rations for us.”
When time alone to Eberk
"Keep an eye on Lir. There is something....wrong....He says he follows Dagon (I don't know this god), but I believe he's tangled in something and trying to figure out how to get out."
Looking around there doesn’t seem to be any non ordinary clues. Talking with the priest he tells you he feels it was part of the undead attack, maybe a stray fiend who he sent back to the abyss from whence it came.. the Priest seems matter of fact and humorless as he details the lightning and pestilence assault telling you that it was fortunately directed at the most protected place in all Nyanzaru excepting the Princes palace
Morning departure:
early in the morning you all meet up at the dock, prepared to row out to the Baron’s ship, he is already on board and ready to set sail.
( Eberk was not able to scrounge up a scroll as such, but was provided a basic comparison of Ancient Omu alphabet and common. Each time will require an intel check, DC will lower each time you have a successful translation beginning with dc17)
the weather is clear and all the portents show smooth sailing
"Ah my dear Baron. Are you ready for an adventure?" Sparhawk smiles at him. "The garden is interesting. There's a plant there that makes you go into a trance. It then...makes you basically undead. Of course, the assassin vines are great fun as well. Then...theres whatever might be in that locked room. Gonna be a fun adventure for us."
Just as yesterday, just the very presence of the paladin seems to inspire confidence (Aura of protection). He also wears an identical amulet, but the eyes are not green.
Sparhawk looks over the crew, making sure each is ready to go. He spends a bit of extra time observing Lir. Something about the man is quite unsettled, even for him.
“Agreed. He was seemingly unconcerned when you were brought back last night. Almost as if he was unaware of anything besides his thoughts.”
Zaal takes everything the Priest says with a blank expression, giving nothing more than a nod in response before walking away to join up with his new teammates. It seems this whole endeavor was just a distraction after all. Oh well.
He greets Dietrich, then finds himself a place where he can observe the majority of the deck while also maintaining his usual relaxed posture... and possibly get a bit of meditating in here and there as well.
Frangipani jumps in and swims quickly out to the ship unsure if she will ride inside or outside for now...
"Aye, I had Tomas show me it right away. I can read any language now, though I can't speak them all just yet."
4 for mysterious dark magic
“A handy thing in a strange land.”
Sparhawk is impressed with Bjorns resourcefulness.
Sparhawk looks over the supplies. "Alright crew, let us get this artifact for our good friend, Dietrich."
Ready to embark on their journey upriver.
He senses completing facing the evil in this land will allow Sparhawk to be more prepared when he encounters the greater evil on the mainland. It will also allow the crew to galvanize around their higher purpose, should they choose to join him. He wonders about the resistant dark elf, Zaal. He hopes that the stubborn man will see that their paths should continue after this mission. He considers the current composition of the crew. Each person is very different, and each has their own strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps this is what allows the crew to be successful. He wonders what is burdening the strange Lir. He has seemed quite preoccupied since arriving here. He suspects he has been seeking slavers to enact revenge, but who knows? And Bjorn. He proved his loyalty when watching Zaal and testing the metal of the man. He finds it interesting that Bjorn could leave at any time, yet chooses to stay with the crew and keep Sparhawk at the helm. Perhaps he has found a group to trust. And the book, oh the book. Perhaps one evil can be used to aid in understanding to defeat another. And Frangipani, with her "I have no honor." He finds her to be a fiercely loyal friend. He will need the strength and resolve of the Earthlord's will, wisdom, and friendship as they move forward.