Vin was already keeping his distance, as much as possible without risking some friendly fire.
"Sam may seem gruff, but he is selfless, throwing himself at danger to keep others safe", he explains to Sol as he stops the blasting. "He is also a tad stubborn and prideful, not liking to admit he needs help", he adds.
"He is likely out of range, but I will try and contact him", he says, moving towards the door and trying in a couple of different directions if he gets no reply.
"You coming back? We are going to heal up and search the rest of this place", he whispers each time.
Assuming Vin tries at various intervals, Sam does indeed eventually respond. Probably when the contents of the vault are well and truly smashed and handled and muir is busy reading anything and everything from around the dais, Vin eventually hears Sam respond to his message with "Busting up a vampire cemetery, be back soon..." Five or so minutes later, Sam indeed returns...
"It is chaotic AF outside!" Sam bellows loudly as way of announcing his return. "Stuck my head outside and egads..."
"One giant eagle is down, the others nowhere to be seen," Sam reports quickly thereafter. He then switches to Giant and advises Ö of what he is saying. Looking to Sol, Sam switches back to Common and adds that his goat Francis is all curled up in a steel ball but seemed Ok, far as he could tell.
"Also found a hidden room, several crystal caskets inside... And one vamp inside one of them. Dispatched it all best I could..."
"And I think the secret ingredient may have been Troll blood... That had a couple tapped like Maple trees in a pancake lovers backyard."
Sam takes a moment to breath then adds with a little optimism in his voice: "Least I didn't see any reinforcements for Mori on the way..."
"See what you can do to help," Gewyn says to Spyro. "From what I understand, it is mainly a threat to humanoids, but if you think the Mornlyf is hazardous to you, feel free to sit this one out. You've done plenty already, keeping an eye on Elthana for me." He smiles and strokes the tail of the dragon.
Sol nods to vin acknowledging the thoughts on Sam but says nothing more on the subject as the half orc walks in.
"Trolls? What kind of trolls? They aren't native here... Either way it's good that you took the initiative to seek out the ingredients and destroy them. Thank you. Right gather round everyone"
Casting a spell, sol heals up gewyn, vin, neferox, Griff and Ömertyr, 15hp, and Sam receives 20hp
Muir's beast and Sols spiritual weapon come to the door of the vault, all of the mornlyf crates and vials inside broken and pooling their contents on the floor inside. "Anyone got any fire cantrips?" Sol asks tapping his pockets as if signifying them empty, "all my fire is radiant and that doesn't seem to cut it"
Adding in giant to Sam afterward, "Sorry to hear about the eagles, I'm glad Francis is ok but we'll need to find some transport soon."
"Well, you've certainly been busy, Sam", Vin says taking in all the information, even as Sol heals them all. "Thanks" he says simply to Sol, but with genuine gratitude. He had seen another side of Sol in the fight, more emotive and less holier than though, which he appreciated.
"At least two of the birds got away", he says focussing on the positive.
He looks across to Ömertyr, "Ömetyr helped transport Gewyn and Elthana before, I think between us we should be ok".
"No fire cantrips here", he says, remembering about the staff Mori had and Gewyn's suggestion they look at it. He wanders over to check it out.
Neferox stretches, feeling better having been mostly healed, and wanders across to the door as if ever to get moving.
"Type of Troll?" now to Sol. "I believe they were Red Crested Spotted Swamp Trolls from the Upper Humberluch Region... What? I'm supposed to know the different types of Trolls? They were shackled to the wall and tapped for their juices. I didn't look for distinguishing markings or anything."
Sam grunts appreciatively and gives Sol a nod at the healing though. "Does the fire need be magic?" he asks when the cantrip question is brought up. "I've been having luck creating it the old fashioned way... Torches... Tinderbox... There's a lack of sticks around here but..."
"I can't confirm the other two got away. Just bits and pieces weren't there on the rooftop. Hopefully flew away, for their sake... Could have been ridden or dragged away though," he replies to Vin.
"I did find some pages," Sam notes as he digs around in his bag. "Diary or ledger or something. Was in the lunchroom type place where they seemed to keep their personal stuff. The secret coffins were hidden behind a fake wall there..." Digging them out Sam offers the pages to Vin. "A ring and a knife, too, that we should have checked out when we got time..." though those are left in his Bag of Holding.
Vin chooses, however naievely, to believe the other two eagles escaped. After all, there must have been lots of workers, it was unlikely that they decided to butcher one and all clamber on the remaining two.
Having collected the broken staff, he turns it over in his hands whilst he looks at it, before Sam hands him the pages. He juggles the items he holds for a moment so he can take a look at the pages. If he can read the writing, he does so, if not he passes them across to Muir.
"I traded all my torches", he says absently, "Worth quite a lot here".
Muir returns to the group to hear the bit of conversation about trolls
"Ice Trolls...They are Ice Trolls. The Ice Trolls blood is used as a freezing agent but also its accelerating properties makes the death faster. Mornlyf used on all of the kobolds and whomever else in this realm has rendered them dead-dead, not cursed undead like Sam was. There is no way to reverse this death, at least not by mortal means...." Muir reluctantly turning to Sam and asking "Sam did you destroy the trolls and the contraptions they were set up in? They are needed in the production of Mornlyf." Muir turns to the rest of the group "I would like to see the this room and Vin may I see the notes given to you?"
"All of you..." Sam replies to Vin with a bit of old man exasperation. "Kid, you always need to keep some necessities at hand... I traded torches, sure, but only half. Now see, you didn't live through the recession of..." But before Sam can get rolling into full Old Man Lecturing About The Past mode, Muir is talking about trolls...
"And how would you know the specific trolls when nobody even knew there were any?" Sam asks suspiciously.
"The trolls were put out of their misery, aye. And thankful for it, let me say..." Sam continues, not really expecting the master of questions to ever answer one. "As for the contraptions, destroy is a very definitive term. I did notice there was nome recent damage done here and there after I looked around the rooms. Some vats punctured and spilled, some herbs and such burnt up. Some pipes broken. The damage did seem pretty recent but if it was caused by the fleeing workers or some other party... Well, who am I to say?"
If the party has no further business here Sam is more than happy to escort them to the other rooms and show them what he found. It is on the way out, afterall, and if they can't totally bust up the place then Sam is unsure why they would want to hang around.
Muir nods and follows up with more questions "Was the vampire room near the troll room? I would like to see that room as well. The vampire didn't look like anyone you've ever seen?"
"Everything is more or less on the way back to where we came in," Sam explains, providing a bit more detail if needed. ((I myself don't really have more.)) "I can show you everything as we go. There's really not that much I found of interest... I will confess I broke up the coffins and vamp room best I could. I recall some stories of them waking up back in their coffins after being destroyed. Not sure if that is true or not but I figured why leave them someplace to wake up..."
"Anyone I ever seen?" Sam considers shortly but shrugs. "I didn't really give any of the workers more than a passing glance besides the dwarf. And it wasn't him..."
Vin nods along to what both Sam and Muir are saying to him, acknowledging them as he looks through the pages. He will start slowly moving towards the exit though, towards where Neferox waits for him, having no objection to moving on.
As mentioned, he will pass the pages to Muir once he has scanned them himself, or found he can't read them.
The pages handed to Vin are indeed in a language he cannot understand but he notes that they are handwritten and seem like personal notes. muir takes them and has a read.
Sol looks to Muir a little surprised, "I'd actually also like to know how you know of the specifics of the trolls..." and as the conversation begins progressing to focus on the upstairs, He approaches Sam, puttin a hand on the Half-Orc's shoulder he says "whatever damage may have been caused by the fleeing Spawn can be repaired I'm sure, It was inevitable as part of their surprise attack hm? well done on your discoveries but for now we have a more immediate task at hand, could you spare a torch to light up this mess? do any of you have any alcohol or any way to make vegetation grow to act as burnables to get this all neutralised" he turns from sam and gestures to the vault room, Focussing the groups attention on the floor in there which is covered in a flood of mornlyf and smashed crystal shards everywhere.
Muir looks quizzically at Sol "The desk of course...Perhaps you didn't see me over there? How else would I know about the ice trolls?" Muir pauses and looks around the room "Yes I have a fire spell and a bottle of alcohol in my things.....sadly I was hoping to use this as barter if needed but this does seem more important." Muir removes the bottle of fine wine from his bag and shows everyone. He hands it over to whoever wants to use it to set the place on fire and then reads the notes Vin gave him
Having handed the pages to Muir, Vin goes back to focussing on Mori's staff. He spends a minute mending it after muttering about its magic being spent now, and seems happy with the now fixed mundane ornate crystal staff.
He looks back towards the others.
"Is there a way we can slope the floor to pool the mornlyf in one place? You can do that sort of thing, right Sam?"
Sam takes the bottle of wine from Muir as he heads to look at the vault. Assessing the situation, for this is Sam’s first look inside, Sam places the bottle into his Bag of Holding for safe keeping.
“The drainage goes where?” Sam asks, looking from the veritable swamp of Mornlyf in the vault to the drains that took away what rained down from above. “I could carve channels to bring it from the flood to the drain but is that sufficient disposal? Or do we need deal with that run off as well?”
"the drainage should run off into the outer sphere and then be dispersed into the vast" says sol nodding along to Sam's plan, "the majority of the mornlyf that spilled out of the bottling machines and through the floor already ended up in the drainage, so I don't see how adding more could do any more damage that isn't already done. If anything it should clear out any nasties living in this sector's plumbing..." He notes.
Once the pooled mornlyf has run off down the drain, Vin will once again clean up up the floor, making sure to start from the vault door and work his way in. He will also float a couple of feet above the floor on Bry'Ze just to make doubly sure there are no accidents.
Hopefully it doesn't take long and people don't get too impatient.
The trench is dug pretty quickly, draining the majority of the pool, with Vin hovering over using prestidigitation to clean and Gewyn from the edge helping with the same spell, the floor and even the sharp spikes of shattered crystal vials and crates are cleaned of any residue. after that Ömertyr walks the lenght of the store room casting gust again and again until all the sharp bits are blown into one corner under a shelf and the group is able to leave knowing they completed their task to the best of their ability.
On the way out of the production room Sol turns to Muir with an iquisitive face on him, "If you found any information on the production of Mornlyf on that platform, then we shoud destroy that information this instant". At this Griff drops back a little and hangs his head not making any eye contact with Sol as the Aasimar waits for Muir to answer.
Sam leads you all through the bottling room and up to the vertical corridor that you all entered through, the first door he stops at opens up to a changing room, there is a long grubby crystal bench in the middle surrounded by many shelves with items of clothes folded here and there, personal notes, and personal items messily organised into distinct piles. One shelf wall has a door which stands open, the shelves on the outside of the door appear to likely hide the entrance when it is closed, Sam indeed must haave taken time to find this hidden room.
Inside the dark of the secret room the group see bits of crystal everywhere which appear to have formed a large shape of some sort before sam destroyed them, there is a pool of black ichor sizzling aaway at the back of the room, a familiar indicator of a dead undead.
Vin was already keeping his distance, as much as possible without risking some friendly fire.
"Sam may seem gruff, but he is selfless, throwing himself at danger to keep others safe", he explains to Sol as he stops the blasting. "He is also a tad stubborn and prideful, not liking to admit he needs help", he adds.
"He is likely out of range, but I will try and contact him", he says, moving towards the door and trying in a couple of different directions if he gets no reply.
"You coming back? We are going to heal up and search the rest of this place", he whispers each time.
Assuming Vin tries at various intervals, Sam does indeed eventually respond. Probably when the contents of the vault are well and truly smashed and handled and muir is busy reading anything and everything from around the dais, Vin eventually hears Sam respond to his message with "Busting up a vampire cemetery, be back soon..." Five or so minutes later, Sam indeed returns...
"It is chaotic AF outside!" Sam bellows loudly as way of announcing his return. "Stuck my head outside and egads..."
"One giant eagle is down, the others nowhere to be seen," Sam reports quickly thereafter. He then switches to Giant and advises Ö of what he is saying. Looking to Sol, Sam switches back to Common and adds that his goat Francis is all curled up in a steel ball but seemed Ok, far as he could tell.
"Also found a hidden room, several crystal caskets inside... And one vamp inside one of them. Dispatched it all best I could..."
"And I think the secret ingredient may have been Troll blood... That had a couple tapped like Maple trees in a pancake lovers backyard."
Sam takes a moment to breath then adds with a little optimism in his voice: "Least I didn't see any reinforcements for Mori on the way..."
"See what you can do to help," Gewyn says to Spyro. "From what I understand, it is mainly a threat to humanoids, but if you think the Mornlyf is hazardous to you, feel free to sit this one out. You've done plenty already, keeping an eye on Elthana for me." He smiles and strokes the tail of the dragon.
"Those trolls, are they still alive?"
Sol nods to vin acknowledging the thoughts on Sam but says nothing more on the subject as the half orc walks in.
"Trolls? What kind of trolls? They aren't native here... Either way it's good that you took the initiative to seek out the ingredients and destroy them. Thank you. Right gather round everyone"
Casting a spell, sol heals up gewyn, vin, neferox, Griff and Ömertyr, 15hp, and Sam receives 20hp
Muir's beast and Sols spiritual weapon come to the door of the vault, all of the mornlyf crates and vials inside broken and pooling their contents on the floor inside. "Anyone got any fire cantrips?" Sol asks tapping his pockets as if signifying them empty, "all my fire is radiant and that doesn't seem to cut it"
Adding in giant to Sam afterward, "Sorry to hear about the eagles, I'm glad Francis is ok but we'll need to find some transport soon."
"Well, you've certainly been busy, Sam", Vin says taking in all the information, even as Sol heals them all. "Thanks" he says simply to Sol, but with genuine gratitude. He had seen another side of Sol in the fight, more emotive and less holier than though, which he appreciated.
"At least two of the birds got away", he says focussing on the positive.
He looks across to Ömertyr, "Ömetyr helped transport Gewyn and Elthana before, I think between us we should be ok".
"No fire cantrips here", he says, remembering about the staff Mori had and Gewyn's suggestion they look at it. He wanders over to check it out.
Neferox stretches, feeling better having been mostly healed, and wanders across to the door as if ever to get moving.
"Still?" Sam replies to Gewyn's question. "No."
"Type of Troll?" now to Sol. "I believe they were Red Crested Spotted Swamp Trolls from the Upper Humberluch Region... What? I'm supposed to know the different types of Trolls? They were shackled to the wall and tapped for their juices. I didn't look for distinguishing markings or anything."
Sam grunts appreciatively and gives Sol a nod at the healing though. "Does the fire need be magic?" he asks when the cantrip question is brought up. "I've been having luck creating it the old fashioned way... Torches... Tinderbox... There's a lack of sticks around here but..."
"I can't confirm the other two got away. Just bits and pieces weren't there on the rooftop. Hopefully flew away, for their sake... Could have been ridden or dragged away though," he replies to Vin.
"I did find some pages," Sam notes as he digs around in his bag. "Diary or ledger or something. Was in the lunchroom type place where they seemed to keep their personal stuff. The secret coffins were hidden behind a fake wall there..." Digging them out Sam offers the pages to Vin. "A ring and a knife, too, that we should have checked out when we got time..." though those are left in his Bag of Holding.
Vin chooses, however naievely, to believe the other two eagles escaped. After all, there must have been lots of workers, it was unlikely that they decided to butcher one and all clamber on the remaining two.
Having collected the broken staff, he turns it over in his hands whilst he looks at it, before Sam hands him the pages. He juggles the items he holds for a moment so he can take a look at the pages. If he can read the writing, he does so, if not he passes them across to Muir.
"I traded all my torches", he says absently, "Worth quite a lot here".
Muir returns to the group to hear the bit of conversation about trolls
"Ice Trolls...They are Ice Trolls. The Ice Trolls blood is used as a freezing agent but also its accelerating properties makes the death faster. Mornlyf used on all of the kobolds and whomever else in this realm has rendered them dead-dead, not cursed undead like Sam was. There is no way to reverse this death, at least not by mortal means...." Muir reluctantly turning to Sam and asking "Sam did you destroy the trolls and the contraptions they were set up in? They are needed in the production of Mornlyf." Muir turns to the rest of the group "I would like to see the this room and Vin may I see the notes given to you?"
"All of you..." Sam replies to Vin with a bit of old man exasperation. "Kid, you always need to keep some necessities at hand... I traded torches, sure, but only half. Now see, you didn't live through the recession of..." But before Sam can get rolling into full Old Man Lecturing About The Past mode, Muir is talking about trolls...
"And how would you know the specific trolls when nobody even knew there were any?" Sam asks suspiciously.
"The trolls were put out of their misery, aye. And thankful for it, let me say..." Sam continues, not really expecting the master of questions to ever answer one. "As for the contraptions, destroy is a very definitive term. I did notice there was nome recent damage done here and there after I looked around the rooms. Some vats punctured and spilled, some herbs and such burnt up. Some pipes broken. The damage did seem pretty recent but if it was caused by the fleeing workers or some other party... Well, who am I to say?"
If the party has no further business here Sam is more than happy to escort them to the other rooms and show them what he found. It is on the way out, afterall, and if they can't totally bust up the place then Sam is unsure why they would want to hang around.
Muir nods and follows up with more questions "Was the vampire room near the troll room? I would like to see that room as well. The vampire didn't look like anyone you've ever seen?"
"Everything is more or less on the way back to where we came in," Sam explains, providing a bit more detail if needed. ((I myself don't really have more.)) "I can show you everything as we go. There's really not that much I found of interest... I will confess I broke up the coffins and vamp room best I could. I recall some stories of them waking up back in their coffins after being destroyed. Not sure if that is true or not but I figured why leave them someplace to wake up..."
"Anyone I ever seen?" Sam considers shortly but shrugs. "I didn't really give any of the workers more than a passing glance besides the dwarf. And it wasn't him..."
Vin nods along to what both Sam and Muir are saying to him, acknowledging them as he looks through the pages. He will start slowly moving towards the exit though, towards where Neferox waits for him, having no objection to moving on.
As mentioned, he will pass the pages to Muir once he has scanned them himself, or found he can't read them.
The pages handed to Vin are indeed in a language he cannot understand but he notes that they are handwritten and seem like personal notes. muir takes them and has a read.
Sol looks to Muir a little surprised, "I'd actually also like to know how you know of the specifics of the trolls..." and as the conversation begins progressing to focus on the upstairs, He approaches Sam, puttin a hand on the Half-Orc's shoulder he says "whatever damage may have been caused by the fleeing Spawn can be repaired I'm sure, It was inevitable as part of their surprise attack hm? well done on your discoveries but for now we have a more immediate task at hand, could you spare a torch to light up this mess? do any of you have any alcohol or any way to make vegetation grow to act as burnables to get this all neutralised" he turns from sam and gestures to the vault room, Focussing the groups attention on the floor in there which is covered in a flood of mornlyf and smashed crystal shards everywhere.
Muir looks quizzically at Sol "The desk of course...Perhaps you didn't see me over there? How else would I know about the ice trolls?" Muir pauses and looks around the room "Yes I have a fire spell and a bottle of alcohol in my things.....sadly I was hoping to use this as barter if needed but this does seem more important." Muir removes the bottle of fine wine from his bag and shows everyone. He hands it over to whoever wants to use it to set the place on fire and then reads the notes Vin gave him
Having handed the pages to Muir, Vin goes back to focussing on Mori's staff. He spends a minute mending it after muttering about its magic being spent now, and seems happy with the now fixed mundane ornate crystal staff.
He looks back towards the others.
"Is there a way we can slope the floor to pool the mornlyf in one place? You can do that sort of thing, right Sam?"
Sam takes the bottle of wine from Muir as he heads to look at the vault. Assessing the situation, for this is Sam’s first look inside, Sam places the bottle into his Bag of Holding for safe keeping.
“The drainage goes where?” Sam asks, looking from the veritable swamp of Mornlyf in the vault to the drains that took away what rained down from above. “I could carve channels to bring it from the flood to the drain but is that sufficient disposal? Or do we need deal with that run off as well?”
"the drainage should run off into the outer sphere and then be dispersed into the vast" says sol nodding along to Sam's plan, "the majority of the mornlyf that spilled out of the bottling machines and through the floor already ended up in the drainage, so I don't see how adding more could do any more damage that isn't already done. If anything it should clear out any nasties living in this sector's plumbing..." He notes.
With that said, Sam starts using Mold Earth to create trenches from the drains to the vault so that the runoff can… run off.
“Fair enough?” Sam asks when the job is done. “Someone else can sweep up the broken crates and bottles, eh?”
If that problem is solved then Sam starts leading the others to the requested locations saying “Let’s hurry this up so we can get Elthana back…”
Once the pooled mornlyf has run off down the drain, Vin will once again clean up up the floor, making sure to start from the vault door and work his way in. He will also float a couple of feet above the floor on Bry'Ze just to make doubly sure there are no accidents.
Hopefully it doesn't take long and people don't get too impatient.
The trench is dug pretty quickly, draining the majority of the pool, with Vin hovering over using prestidigitation to clean and Gewyn from the edge helping with the same spell, the floor and even the sharp spikes of shattered crystal vials and crates are cleaned of any residue. after that Ömertyr walks the lenght of the store room casting gust again and again until all the sharp bits are blown into one corner under a shelf and the group is able to leave knowing they completed their task to the best of their ability.
On the way out of the production room Sol turns to Muir with an iquisitive face on him, "If you found any information on the production of Mornlyf on that platform, then we shoud destroy that information this instant". At this Griff drops back a little and hangs his head not making any eye contact with Sol as the Aasimar waits for Muir to answer.
Sam leads you all through the bottling room and up to the vertical corridor that you all entered through, the first door he stops at opens up to a changing room, there is a long grubby crystal bench in the middle surrounded by many shelves with items of clothes folded here and there, personal notes, and personal items messily organised into distinct piles. One shelf wall has a door which stands open, the shelves on the outside of the door appear to likely hide the entrance when it is closed, Sam indeed must haave taken time to find this hidden room.
Inside the dark of the secret room the group see bits of crystal everywhere which appear to have formed a large shape of some sort before sam destroyed them, there is a pool of black ichor sizzling aaway at the back of the room, a familiar indicator of a dead undead.