Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Frangipani crawled over the giant carcase, " Carnivore guts rot fast....will be many small fish, crabs and worms here soon....this is not a safe place to linger."
" Meat no good, too much carrion in diet. Many flukes and worms inside."
Bjorn gives the question some consideration. Eh, what the hell, he thinks. If the truth doesn't work, there's always simple thievery. "It's like this: some high-and-mighty Red Wizard made that book for his students or some such. I think it's meant as a sort of trainin' manual for if yer gonna work for him. It shows how to do some of his spells. Pretty powerful stuff, looks like."
"The book's writer wants more wizards on his crew. But he don't care for the type who are too squeamish to get their hands dirty -- that'd be you, if ye can believe it -- or too foolish to follow the directions in the book -- like Abernath. If ye do the spells the way it says, without substituting in some fake artifact, there should be no problems. I mean, it never killed the guy what wrote it, eh?"
"I reckon he's putting together a crew for some job what requires more wizards. Or at least he was, when he wrote it. Maybe if he comes knocking after we're finished dyin' out here in the jungle, I might join up, if the pay's good. But between you an' me," he lowers his voice, as if the book might be listening, "them wizard types don't seem to want to leave their towers much, do they? I got a hunch we'll never hear from him at all."
"Anyway, them arms and necklace thing ye grabbed are part of a spell. We grab some legs and we'll have ourselves some kind of servant critter. And don't ye look at me that way -- I don't think this one is likely to have a drinkin' problem like the last one." He frowns. "Least I hope not."
( when your ready to move on, make your path finding roll)
After a short rest, Sparhawk heeds Frangipanis advice, not wanting other scavengers to show up. "Time to keep moving North."
Sparhawk listens to his friends explanation. He does not get the usual hemming and hawling and feels he is being truthful.
"Hum, sounds interesting, and it may give us and you some valuable information about these red wizards."
"Fortunately, for now, the red wizards are not much of a concern for us."
He looks at the rest of the crew.
"Anything your not telling us?"
Again, the paladin looks straight at him, hoping his friend will give him the honest truth.
(Lir or Frangipani are the best at survival roles, at +5).
Survival: 12
( If Helped:- 17 )
Yeah Lir takes the help action.
Having rested and patched up your wounds, you continue your journey northward. You make it 6 more miles at a cautious pace, keeping eyes, ears and noses open to every subtle change. It is just before noon and it is extremely hot and humid. The birds and bugs don’t seem to mind it at all as they sing, call and buzz about, doing their business.
You come to the edge of the thinning Jungle to what your map lists as the valley of embers..a startling change in landscape meets your eyes.
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You can see what must be the lake a few more to the north and a bit west, but all the vegetation in between here and there has been obliterated and scorched away by firey embers launched from the volcano to the east of you.
One of the final trees you are next too before entering the scorched valley of embers, you see a leather tube hanging from a low branch.
"I think that's it, yeah. The writer's called Ass Tam, or somethin' like that. Dunno why these wizards keep having ass-related names. Maybe that's why they become wizards."
"What the... What happened here?" (The only volcano on the Sword Coast I think hasn't erupted since before Bjorn was born!)
Lir studiously avoids touching the leather tube, with his hands crossed behind his back.
.... he's learned objects can send you halfway around the world sometimes.
Then, in a completely uncircumspect fashion, "Give the human the book. If it eats his soul - we kill him." He shrugs.
"If not, could be useful."
Eberk gives a chuckle at the thought of all wizards having ass as a part of their name. “Bjorn, I believe you but I worry that the powers of the book may be manipulating you. If we let you use the book, I would prefer to keep any legs we may find separate. At least until we find someone who can examine the book and give us a second opinion.”
Lir still looks sceptical.
"His choice. His risk. If he wants it...", he pauses. "Do you want it, or does the book want you?"
Frangipani didn't really care about the book except that it was causing tensions, she pointed to the dead therapod, " That has legs...take them if you want but we need to move."
"If I’m right about this…” Sparhawk pulls out the leather tube of Dietrich, seeing if it is similar to the one on the tree.
Sparhawk seems satisfied with Bjorns answer
“ok Bjorn. Since we’ve met, we have all been free spirits.”
”Ponder what was said here. Don’t let this magic be a liability for the group, or for you.”
The tube on the tree is different. More mundane. There is a design on tube that looks like a dead bug of some sort. If you look inside you will see it is some sort of salve
(20 days worth of bug repellent)
Ha! Smart fellow.
"There is good in this world after all!"
Bjorn shrugs. "You can try to destroy it, but we know how that's been going. A time will come when you'll want me to use it, I bet. I can be patient. ...What?! Sure I can!"
He points up at the volcano. "Is that gonna happen again?"