Over the next 10 minutes, Durnir casts the ritual to Detect Magic (will need a chaos save) while the rest of you enjoy sweet rolls and conversation. (assuming the room doesnt blow up)
Durnir,
You would find a necromantic aura coming from the skull.
"Is that what your mentor is teaching you Ivy?"The blue-skinned cambion chuckles, briefly glancing over at Walf, then taking another sip of his wine. "I admit I've never heard of anyone growing a tail but I hope I will be around to enjoy it when you do Ivy. I'm sure it will be long and soft, soft like you want to hold and cuddle with it." He continues after a moment, smiling widely at the silver-haired half-elf, briefly flashing his sharp fangs, letting the tip of his tail teasingly tickle her as she eats some cheese and crackers.
As everyone gets settled in the room, Walf watches Durnir inspect the skull over his other shoulder and nods when Ivy tells him to glove up"Ivy right! Durnir no touch skull. Skull maybe evil." As Walf chimes in agreeing with Ivy he drops a few crumbs of sweet roll on Durnir's shoulder. Walf watches Ivy bounce away and realizes he should do the same to not break Durnir's concentration. Walf pops more sweet roll in his mouth and nods in agreement."Ivy study hard. Tail grow like Kinkajoo in Es’verdai-el. Kinkajoo sneaky, playful little...little....word is....moonkey!
As the ritual comes to the final minute, you feel the trembling of your hands as you concentrate on controlling the magic. Though you've done this before, you know that there is always a chance of unintended effects when working with the Weave...
And as its happened before, you feel something is off. The energy you are trying to work with does not want to be contained, does not want to be organized. It works against your best efforts, and as the spell finishes and is brought through into the material world, you feel a stray arc of energy leap from your control. Though, as it would seem, whatever unintended affect was brought into existence does not seem to have manifested in this room.
The spell is complete, and you sense the magic from the item in your hand. You also notice two other auras coming from below you now: one of Evocation, and another of Divination.
Durnir sits in prayer and completes the ritual. There is a faint visible glow from his holy symbol around his neck, and the symbol painted on his shield, but they are gone in a moment. He open his eyes, and at first they look like they went black. However, you notice pin pricks of white shining through. His eyes look like the night sky at twilight. That, too dissipates quickly.
He just catches the glimpse of the stray thread leaving his hand. "Woops. Walf, there was a stray weave. It affected someone, just not here. At least it didn't go boom, Rohohoho!" He'll laugh, as a bead of nervous sweat drops, realizing they are in an enclosed room and it very well could have went boom.
He starts to look around, and notices his two friends fretting. "Don't worry, you two. I don't have to touch the thing. And yes, the skull has a strong Necromantic Aura. That seems to be what I noticed before. But will probably want to look at the chest, too, if Adaban ever comes back. But I have his ring which... Huh, that's interesting." He stares at the ring on his finger for a moment, then looks to the floor. "Hmmm, I don't think we are the only ones who can use magic here. Hmmm, Divination and Evocation. I kinda want to go back down and see. What do you all think, should that brawl have calmed down by now?"
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Ahryman looks at the peculiar lizardfolk with a curious smile. He couldn't quite tell if all the weird things Walf talked about was true, but maybe it didn't matter, Ivy seemed to thrive under his tutelage and that was what he really cared about. That skull though, he needed to know more about it, something like that might be utilied to achieve change in a rotten system, even if there was a certain price to pay.
"Someone used magic downstairs you think? Surely no one in their right mind would be that careless." The blue-skinned cambion says with a wink and a smile at Durnir, then trying to listen if the sounds of raging roars, crashing chairs and smashing glasses has died out yet.
Ahryman (and anyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher, which is a surprising amount of you... XD) -
You hear the dull sound of voices and clanking glasses from below, but don't hear or feel anyone hitting the floor. It would seem that things have cooled down over the last ten minutes.
"It seems the brawling has come to an end, I was getting rather comfortable over here, my tail taken good care of and all, but I wouldn't want to miss any practice of magic so I will be right behind you Durnir, well assuming dear Ivy is coming along too." The blue-skinned cambion says with a grin, emptying his glass of wine and looking down at the silver-haired half-elf by the side of the bed still hanging on to his long blue tail.
"Do fights just come and go here? And what was with your eyes? And who is Abadan?" Brynn looks at each of his new companions with a very confused expression on his face. Nervously he checks to make sure his hair is covering his ears
Durnir laughs "Rohoho, lets take your questions one at a time, ehh. It's a tavern, fights happen, drinks happen, then more fights and drinks. It what happens, especially this close to the docks. My eyes, well, hmm, how do I explain this. Simplest explanation would be I asked Helm for help, and he granted me, ahh, extra sight? I can see magical auras now, at least for a little while. Did they do that whole starlight thing? That's what people say happens, I haven't seen it, considering there my eyes. I should look in a mirror next time I do that spell. Adaban is the nakid fellow we met. He's the one who took the chest and poofed. He gave me his ring, which is definitely magical. Conjuration, by the look of it. But, anyways."
Durnir will stand "If the fighting has died down, might as well head down. Get our own room, and see where this other magic is coming from. Anyone else coming?" He'll start heading downstairs to the bar, but looking to see where the auras are coming from.
(( @DM: So... I doubt it's been four hours yet but please let me know when its close - he doesn't want to get ejected from the ringspace in some strange situation that'll freak random townsfolks or guards out... ))
After beaming over attention, bouncing over thoughts of their own tail and the building excitement over their continued studies with Walf, Ivy eventually had fallen silent with cheeks full of food to listen to the others. Ivy then quirks their head. While she were plenty curious of what’s going on back where they just came from, it was also hard to ignore the continuous mention of Adaban and the chest, when to Ivy that felt like the main purpose they came up in the first place. While she embraces distractions, Ivy’s attention was stuck on at least trying one thing before scampering off in a new direction.
At Durnir’s mention and gesture to the ring gifted to him by Adaban, Ivy leans over and taps it with their finger. She then swallows their bite. “Allo? Anyone home?” She talks at the ring. “Adaban? You with us?” She pokes again. “We are in a safe private room if you wanted to come out now.” She coos. “Durnir’s ‘bout to lead us back out downstairs though. Would you like to come with us?”
A ghostly image of a pale figure standing next to a chest materializes in a nearby empty part of the room - but only for a fraction of a second. Then Adaban is there with the chest. "One..." He stops. "I... has come." He gestures to the chest. "...You, to open... now?"
(( To new companions - Adaban is unbelievably pale and porcelain (akin to an Albino), his hair is platinum white-blond, he is lithe but muscular. He is what others would describe as beautiful, but he has a eerie stillness to him. He never blinks. You never see him breathe or flinch or shiver. He looks directly at you when he speaks. He is wearing clothes too large for him, barely held up by a rope belt. He has no bag with belonging otherwise. His manner of speech is that of someone wholly unaccustomed to Common, but trying to learn as quickly as he can. ))
Walf jumps "Ahh! Adaban back. Walf right! Durnir doubt Walf just like time Walf warn Durnir....Durnir no eat red berry! Durnir have tummy trouble....HAHA Tummy troubles Durnir remember?" Walf chuckles at the tummy troubles and his story looking around at everyone figuring they followed along perfectly
Over the next 10 minutes, Durnir casts the ritual to Detect Magic (will need a chaos save) while the rest of you enjoy sweet rolls and conversation. (assuming the room doesnt blow up)
Durnir,
You would find a necromantic aura coming from the skull.
Brynns hand cannot help but grip gis sword hild while watching the magik
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"Is that what your mentor is teaching you Ivy?" The blue-skinned cambion chuckles, briefly glancing over at Walf, then taking another sip of his wine. "I admit I've never heard of anyone growing a tail but I hope I will be around to enjoy it when you do Ivy. I'm sure it will be long and soft, soft like you want to hold and cuddle with it." He continues after a moment, smiling widely at the silver-haired half-elf, briefly flashing his sharp fangs, letting the tip of his tail teasingly tickle her as she eats some cheese and crackers.
As everyone gets settled in the room, Walf watches Durnir inspect the skull over his other shoulder and nods when Ivy tells him to glove up "Ivy right! Durnir no touch skull. Skull maybe evil." As Walf chimes in agreeing with Ivy he drops a few crumbs of sweet roll on Durnir's shoulder. Walf watches Ivy bounce away and realizes he should do the same to not break Durnir's concentration. Walf pops more sweet roll in his mouth and nods in agreement. "Ivy study hard. Tail grow like Kinkajoo in Es’verdai-el. Kinkajoo sneaky, playful little...little....word is....moonkey!
Durnir -
As the ritual comes to the final minute, you feel the trembling of your hands as you concentrate on controlling the magic. Though you've done this before, you know that there is always a chance of unintended effects when working with the Weave...
And as its happened before, you feel something is off. The energy you are trying to work with does not want to be contained, does not want to be organized. It works against your best efforts, and as the spell finishes and is brought through into the material world, you feel a stray arc of energy leap from your control. Though, as it would seem, whatever unintended affect was brought into existence does not seem to have manifested in this room.
The spell is complete, and you sense the magic from the item in your hand. You also notice two other auras coming from below you now: one of Evocation, and another of Divination.
Durnir sits in prayer and completes the ritual. There is a faint visible glow from his holy symbol around his neck, and the symbol painted on his shield, but they are gone in a moment. He open his eyes, and at first they look like they went black. However, you notice pin pricks of white shining through. His eyes look like the night sky at twilight. That, too dissipates quickly.
He just catches the glimpse of the stray thread leaving his hand. "Woops. Walf, there was a stray weave. It affected someone, just not here. At least it didn't go boom, Rohohoho!" He'll laugh, as a bead of nervous sweat drops, realizing they are in an enclosed room and it very well could have went boom.
He starts to look around, and notices his two friends fretting. "Don't worry, you two. I don't have to touch the thing. And yes, the skull has a strong Necromantic Aura. That seems to be what I noticed before. But will probably want to look at the chest, too, if Adaban ever comes back. But I have his ring which... Huh, that's interesting." He stares at the ring on his finger for a moment, then looks to the floor. "Hmmm, I don't think we are the only ones who can use magic here. Hmmm, Divination and Evocation. I kinda want to go back down and see. What do you all think, should that brawl have calmed down by now?"
Ahryman looks at the peculiar lizardfolk with a curious smile. He couldn't quite tell if all the weird things Walf talked about was true, but maybe it didn't matter, Ivy seemed to thrive under his tutelage and that was what he really cared about. That skull though, he needed to know more about it, something like that might be utilied to achieve change in a rotten system, even if there was a certain price to pay.
"Someone used magic downstairs you think? Surely no one in their right mind would be that careless." The blue-skinned cambion says with a wink and a smile at Durnir, then trying to listen if the sounds of raging roars, crashing chairs and smashing glasses has died out yet.
Perception: 18
Ahryman (and anyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher, which is a surprising amount of you... XD) -
You hear the dull sound of voices and clanking glasses from below, but don't hear or feel anyone hitting the floor. It would seem that things have cooled down over the last ten minutes.
"It seems the brawling has come to an end, I was getting rather comfortable over here, my tail taken good care of and all, but I wouldn't want to miss any practice of magic so I will be right behind you Durnir, well assuming dear Ivy is coming along too." The blue-skinned cambion says with a grin, emptying his glass of wine and looking down at the silver-haired half-elf by the side of the bed still hanging on to his long blue tail.
"Do fights just come and go here? And what was with your eyes? And who is Abadan?" Brynn looks at each of his new companions with a very confused expression on his face. Nervously he checks to make sure his hair is covering his ears
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Durnir laughs "Rohoho, lets take your questions one at a time, ehh. It's a tavern, fights happen, drinks happen, then more fights and drinks. It what happens, especially this close to the docks. My eyes, well, hmm, how do I explain this. Simplest explanation would be I asked Helm for help, and he granted me, ahh, extra sight? I can see magical auras now, at least for a little while. Did they do that whole starlight thing? That's what people say happens, I haven't seen it, considering there my eyes. I should look in a mirror next time I do that spell. Adaban is the nakid fellow we met. He's the one who took the chest and poofed. He gave me his ring, which is definitely magical. Conjuration, by the look of it. But, anyways."
Durnir will stand "If the fighting has died down, might as well head down. Get our own room, and see where this other magic is coming from. Anyone else coming?" He'll start heading downstairs to the bar, but looking to see where the auras are coming from.
Walf pops the remaining sweet rolls in his mouth and nods to Durnir
" i i suppose that make sense" Brynn follows Waif
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The blue-skinned cambion's golden eyes gives Durnir a curious look, but then he shrugs and looks at Ivy. "Are we going too?"
(( @DM: So... I doubt it's been four hours yet but please let me know when its close - he doesn't want to get ejected from the ringspace in some strange situation that'll freak random townsfolks or guards out... ))
(I'd estimate it's been about 2 hours or so at this point.
After beaming over attention, bouncing over thoughts of their own tail and the building excitement over their continued studies with Walf, Ivy eventually had fallen silent with cheeks full of food to listen to the others. Ivy then quirks their head. While she were plenty curious of what’s going on back where they just came from, it was also hard to ignore the continuous mention of Adaban and the chest, when to Ivy that felt like the main purpose they came up in the first place. While she embraces distractions, Ivy’s attention was stuck on at least trying one thing before scampering off in a new direction.
At Durnir’s mention and gesture to the ring gifted to him by Adaban, Ivy leans over and taps it with their finger. She then swallows their bite. “Allo? Anyone home?” She talks at the ring. “Adaban? You with us?” She pokes again. “We are in a safe private room if you wanted to come out now.” She coos. “Durnir’s ‘bout to lead us back out downstairs though. Would you like to come with us?”
just an unstable unicorn.
A ghostly image of a pale figure standing next to a chest materializes in a nearby empty part of the room - but only for a fraction of a second. Then Adaban is there with the chest. "One..." He stops. "I... has come." He gestures to the chest. "...You, to open... now?"
(( To new companions - Adaban is unbelievably pale and porcelain (akin to an Albino), his hair is platinum white-blond, he is lithe but muscular. He is what others would describe as beautiful, but he has a eerie stillness to him. He never blinks. You never see him breathe or flinch or shiver. He looks directly at you when he speaks. He is wearing clothes too large for him, barely held up by a rope belt. He has no bag with belonging otherwise. His manner of speech is that of someone wholly unaccustomed to Common, but trying to learn as quickly as he can. ))
Walf jumps "Ahh! Adaban back. Walf right! Durnir doubt Walf just like time Walf warn Durnir....Durnir no eat red berry! Durnir have tummy trouble....HAHA Tummy troubles Durnir remember?" Walf chuckles at the tummy troubles and his story looking around at everyone figuring they followed along perfectly
Brynn stumbles backward. "What the...how the..."
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