Thurodim: You know exactly as much about Arayakwood as Laurenz has just told you - it is found deep in the Lucent Marshes, renowned as an extremely dangerous place to travel.
Ghurr picks the necklace back up and looks at the small skull after hearing the description.
"No. Doors open when Ghurr bang on them. Not when skull look at them," Ghurr says with a smile. But as he looks at the skull longer his smile changes to a frown. "Hope farmers not locked out of barn now."
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Mala tilts her head as she listens to the Corporal's reaction. Tentatively she asks, "What exactly wasn't supposed to be like this?" (Insight to determine the truth of the response: 9)
"Well, never mind, eh?" says Longfoot. "I wish you luck in finding the lock to your key! And I hope that whatever treasure may lie behind it is worth the wait. Now, this rather troubling piece..."
Picking up the tiny bone idol, he studies it carefully from all angles before giving Faera a concerned look. "Now where would a nice elf like you have come into possession of such an unnerving item?"
As Laurenz picks up the idol, Faera feels uneasy about him holding it. You have to fight an urge to snatch it back off him.
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Singer shakes her head violently from side to side, keeping her hands in place over her streaming eyes. "They said... They said it would be fine... that we'd be fine... Oh gods," she looks up at you now, eyes red and swollen from tears which have left her cheeks glistening in the pale Lannust sunlight which pushes through the narrow windows in shafts, highlighting dust motes innocently floating in the old room. "I've killed them! It's all my fault!"
Mala:
Although she hasn't directly answered your question, she does appears to believe that no one should have died. Her final statement is also pretty clear, and she does appear to believe it.
"Um, another thing."Thurodim starts again in his deep rumbling voice. "I have a map that I can't make much sense of. Do you know who could help me with it?"He says while looking at the tentacled idol with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Faera shakes her head a bit, not sure why such a feeling came over her, then looks up to Thurodim and Ghurr. Odd how Laurenz didn't ask them how they came across the items they presented. With a mix of annoyance and an almost embarrassment of having such an item in her possession, she responds, "Well.. I guess you could say I got it indirectly from a Sahuagin." She peeks up quickly at her new friends to see what their reactions would be, then continues, "After saving a dockhand from one. What is it?"
The little man raises his eyebrows. "A Sahuagin indeed! How very brave of you. Pesky things out on the trade routes here, so I'm told. I imagine you would know more about that, Thurodim. Well, let's see what the fishfolk was carrying. And then I'll take a look at this map, my goodness, I haven't been in this much demand in a long time, hoohoohoo!"
Again he carries out the 10 minute ritual of identification, at the end of which he places the idol down carefully on the countertop. "My dear," he says seriously. "If I were you I would cast this back into the sea from whence it came. It carries Illusion magic, specifically the creation of dreams, but also Enchantment magic. Precisely what it may enchant, I can only guess, but to look at it, nothing good. And I get a terrible feeling from it. Have you experienced any strange dreams lately?"
The change in demeanor of the gnome was definitely noted by Faera as he set the idol back down on the countertop. She appreciated his concern, but her curiosity was now peaked. She takes it from the counter and tucks it safely away in her pack. She then looks back to the man and cocks her head slightly as she thinks about his question. "No... not that I can remember at least. If I do, I'll reconsider keeping this idol. Thank you for your help, shame you can't tell what it may enchant."
The Gnome looks relieved at Faera's response. "Good, good. Perhaps it hasn't affected you, or perhaps you have simply remained far enough from the ocean. There certainly seems to be an element relating to proximity, so simply avoid travelling on the ocean or remaining on the shoreline for too long and you should be able to avoid whatever ill effect this thing might bring about. Or just get rid of it, of course! Ooo those fishfolk, they are a cursed lot, I tell you."
He shivers dramatically, then returns to his usual chipper tones. "And finally this map! I can't say I have much in the way of nautical knowledge, I certainly don't recognise these coastlines. I don't often come across magical maps, so let's do a quick check, shall we?" He moves his hands and fingers in a flurry of patterns, and mutters some brief arcane words. Faera, although there are differences in the flourishes from the way you learned it, you recognise the core spell to be Detect Magic. He shortly nods to himself, saying "As I thought, no magic at all. And I've saved you 5 Stars, Thurodim," he adds with his little smile. "Though I am sorry I can't tell you more. Perhaps you should speak to someone with greater knowledge of the sea than me!"
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Singer focuses on you Mala, her sobs calming as she is forced to think, to remember how this started, rather than simply dwelling in self-loathing. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she manages the following, interspersed with sniffs.
"Um, there was a Tiefling, definitely, a male. And a woman, she had a hood and long hair, I couldn't see which race she was. Human, or half-Elf, I think.
A few of us had been in the Drums on Yonday [5 days ago] having a drink after our shift. I guess it got pretty late, and I must have been the only one left. They came up to me at the bar, got talking. They said that they appreciated the Guard, the work we do. Well, she did. He didn't talk much. I think I said that it was nice to be appreciated, the people who funded us certainly didn't, something like that. I'd, um, been there a while, and they do a very nice ruby ale... Um, so, then she said what we needed was a big show, to prove what we could do. I said Imma was pretty quiet on the whole, big shows don't just turn up, and she said maybe they did. And then he took out a box..."
She pauses and grimaces, remembering the instrument of her folly. Fighting back more tears she continues, "She told me there was a brooch inside that would lure harpies from the cliffs. That I should place it in the market, or at the docks, read the word inside to start it, and when the harpies arrived we would defend people from them and prove that we deserved more respect. But I thought, in the market or docks the people might be distracting, trying to keep them safe while fighting, so I put it up the Tower because... because I didn't want anyone to get hurt!" At this she again collapses into sobs, curling into a ball to hug her legs and press her face into her knees.
Thurodim nods slowly while folding up the map again. "Um, thanks, I will do that."He says and turns to Faera and Ghurr. "I must get the rest of my gear. We can meet up soon by Fault Gate."He says, waiting for their responses before making his way by the Screaming Skeleton for his backpack and to tell mum he's going out of town for a while.
While Laurenz has been performing his rituals, there has been plenty of time to examine more or less everything in the shop, so I won't ask for a Perception check. There are dozens of items in the shop, but here is a selection of what you may find, with names, prices and short descriptions written in neat but excitable script on little paper tags.
Bag of Tricks (Rust) - 900gs. Full of furry friends!
Bottle of Boundless Coffee - 100gs. All the coffee you can drink!
Candle of the Deep - 2gs. Not extinguished underwater!
Cloak of Billowing - 250gs. Look dramatic!
Clockwork Amulet - 400gs. Ensure at least mediocrity.
Ear Horn of Hearing - 300gs. Deaf no more!
Earring of Message - 400gs. Keep in touch!
Luckstone - 4200gs. Be more lucky!
Masque Charm - 100gs. Be someone else for a while.
Orb of Direction - 40gs. Always know your way!
Orb of Time - 40gs. Always know the time!
Paper Birds (8) - 60gs. Don't trust the messenger? Paper Bird!
Robe of Useful Items (16 patches) - 6,400gs. So many useful things!
Staff of Flowers - 250gs. Create beautiful flowers!
As the woman asked of her companions Ilithir fell silent, drowning in guilty. How ironic it was that one could feel himself drowning while in a temple of Valkur, close by one of its priests? Mala takes lead speaking with the guard. At first he though the corporal was fighting with survivor’s guilty. He heard stories about it during his time on ship and road. Then she mentioned the strangers and how they gave the box. Then he was forced to agree with her.
Didn’t she think for a second that someone capable of producing an item capable of calling harpies inside the city was dangerous? That such an individual should be apprehended or at very least pursued instead of heard? For the sake of the Seldarine, didn’t those guards learn to not accept gifts from strangers? It too the elf all his effort to not put his incredulity into words. To keep his expression neutral. It was necessary to keep his calm. To try and ask for further information.
“I understand you are in pain. That is not easy. But we need you to take a deep breath. To calm yourself and think about these strangers. They need to be held accountable by what they did and to find them we need more information. Things like their clothes, their accent. Color of their skins and eyes, height, weight. Anything.” He said with unbelievably calm voice. Kind and supportive. He was versed in deception, after all. “Do you remember their clothing or if they carried any distinct kind of weaponry?”
Such details could help the tavern keeper to remember the individuals. Tell if they were regular or, what Ilithir thought far more likely, strangers. Maybe guards by the city entrance would have seen them. That could reveal a general direction, a road the duo used to reach Imma.
Faera drools a bit over all the scroll options, but in the end, those and the other enticing items in Laurenz's shop are just a bit too much for her to afford at the moment. Once their business with the gnome is finished, she hefts her pack back over her shoulder and asks, "Were we supposed to meet back with the rest of the group at the Commanders house? We best get a move on."
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Ghurr ponders a little longer, taking a large step back from the bone idol, careful not to bump into anything then looks back to Thurodim.
"My mum knows everything about plants," Ghurr says with certainty. "She would know about airy ache wood. Wonder if has holes in to make airy."
Thurodim: You know exactly as much about Arayakwood as Laurenz has just told you - it is found deep in the Lucent Marshes, renowned as an extremely dangerous place to travel.
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Ghurr picks the necklace back up and looks at the small skull after hearing the description.
"No. Doors open when Ghurr bang on them. Not when skull look at them," Ghurr says with a smile. But as he looks at the skull longer his smile changes to a frown. "Hope farmers not locked out of barn now."
Mala tilts her head as she listens to the Corporal's reaction. Tentatively she asks, "What exactly wasn't supposed to be like this?" (Insight to determine the truth of the response: 9)
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"Well, never mind, eh?" says Longfoot. "I wish you luck in finding the lock to your key! And I hope that whatever treasure may lie behind it is worth the wait. Now, this rather troubling piece..."
Picking up the tiny bone idol, he studies it carefully from all angles before giving Faera a concerned look. "Now where would a nice elf like you have come into possession of such an unnerving item?"
As Laurenz picks up the idol, Faera feels uneasy about him holding it. You have to fight an urge to snatch it back off him.
Team Temple
Singer shakes her head violently from side to side, keeping her hands in place over her streaming eyes. "They said... They said it would be fine... that we'd be fine... Oh gods," she looks up at you now, eyes red and swollen from tears which have left her cheeks glistening in the pale Lannust sunlight which pushes through the narrow windows in shafts, highlighting dust motes innocently floating in the old room. "I've killed them! It's all my fault!"
Mala:
Although she hasn't directly answered your question, she does appears to believe that no one should have died. Her final statement is also pretty clear, and she does appear to believe it.
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"Um, another thing." Thurodim starts again in his deep rumbling voice. "I have a map that I can't make much sense of. Do you know who could help me with it?" He says while looking at the tentacled idol with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Faera shakes her head a bit, not sure why such a feeling came over her, then looks up to Thurodim and Ghurr. Odd how Laurenz didn't ask them how they came across the items they presented. With a mix of annoyance and an almost embarrassment of having such an item in her possession, she responds, "Well.. I guess you could say I got it indirectly from a Sahuagin." She peeks up quickly at her new friends to see what their reactions would be, then continues, "After saving a dockhand from one. What is it?"
Ghurr nods at Faera with a firm, determined look on his face.
"Sahuagin not light keepers," Ghurr says. "Protect weak from them is right thing to do."
But he still keeps his distance from the small idol.
"No, the Sahuagin are no light keepers." Thurodim chuckles and nods in agreement with Ghurr's statement, then giving Faera a quick reassuring smile.
The little man raises his eyebrows. "A Sahuagin indeed! How very brave of you. Pesky things out on the trade routes here, so I'm told. I imagine you would know more about that, Thurodim. Well, let's see what the fishfolk was carrying. And then I'll take a look at this map, my goodness, I haven't been in this much demand in a long time, hoohoohoo!"
Again he carries out the 10 minute ritual of identification, at the end of which he places the idol down carefully on the countertop. "My dear," he says seriously. "If I were you I would cast this back into the sea from whence it came. It carries Illusion magic, specifically the creation of dreams, but also Enchantment magic. Precisely what it may enchant, I can only guess, but to look at it, nothing good. And I get a terrible feeling from it. Have you experienced any strange dreams lately?"
Faera:
You have not, at least not that you remember.
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Mala shakes her head at the girl's naivety. "I still want to know more precisely what happened. Let's start with who 'they' are."
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The change in demeanor of the gnome was definitely noted by Faera as he set the idol back down on the countertop. She appreciated his concern, but her curiosity was now peaked. She takes it from the counter and tucks it safely away in her pack. She then looks back to the man and cocks her head slightly as she thinks about his question. "No... not that I can remember at least. If I do, I'll reconsider keeping this idol. Thank you for your help, shame you can't tell what it may enchant."
"Um, so can you help me with that map?" Thurodim asks again, scratching his black beard.
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The Gnome looks relieved at Faera's response. "Good, good. Perhaps it hasn't affected you, or perhaps you have simply remained far enough from the ocean. There certainly seems to be an element relating to proximity, so simply avoid travelling on the ocean or remaining on the shoreline for too long and you should be able to avoid whatever ill effect this thing might bring about. Or just get rid of it, of course! Ooo those fishfolk, they are a cursed lot, I tell you."
He shivers dramatically, then returns to his usual chipper tones. "And finally this map! I can't say I have much in the way of nautical knowledge, I certainly don't recognise these coastlines. I don't often come across magical maps, so let's do a quick check, shall we?" He moves his hands and fingers in a flurry of patterns, and mutters some brief arcane words. Faera, although there are differences in the flourishes from the way you learned it, you recognise the core spell to be Detect Magic. He shortly nods to himself, saying "As I thought, no magic at all. And I've saved you 5 Stars, Thurodim," he adds with his little smile. "Though I am sorry I can't tell you more. Perhaps you should speak to someone with greater knowledge of the sea than me!"
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Singer focuses on you Mala, her sobs calming as she is forced to think, to remember how this started, rather than simply dwelling in self-loathing. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she manages the following, interspersed with sniffs.
"Um, there was a Tiefling, definitely, a male. And a woman, she had a hood and long hair, I couldn't see which race she was. Human, or half-Elf, I think.
A few of us had been in the Drums on Yonday [5 days ago] having a drink after our shift. I guess it got pretty late, and I must have been the only one left. They came up to me at the bar, got talking. They said that they appreciated the Guard, the work we do. Well, she did. He didn't talk much. I think I said that it was nice to be appreciated, the people who funded us certainly didn't, something like that. I'd, um, been there a while, and they do a very nice ruby ale... Um, so, then she said what we needed was a big show, to prove what we could do. I said Imma was pretty quiet on the whole, big shows don't just turn up, and she said maybe they did. And then he took out a box..."
She pauses and grimaces, remembering the instrument of her folly. Fighting back more tears she continues, "She told me there was a brooch inside that would lure harpies from the cliffs. That I should place it in the market, or at the docks, read the word inside to start it, and when the harpies arrived we would defend people from them and prove that we deserved more respect. But I thought, in the market or docks the people might be distracting, trying to keep them safe while fighting, so I put it up the Tower because... because I didn't want anyone to get hurt!" At this she again collapses into sobs, curling into a ball to hug her legs and press her face into her knees.
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Thurodim nods slowly while folding up the map again. "Um, thanks, I will do that." He says and turns to Faera and Ghurr. "I must get the rest of my gear. We can meet up soon by Fault Gate." He says, waiting for their responses before making his way by the Screaming Skeleton for his backpack and to tell mum he's going out of town for a while.
While Laurenz has been performing his rituals, there has been plenty of time to examine more or less everything in the shop, so I won't ask for a Perception check. There are dozens of items in the shop, but here is a selection of what you may find, with names, prices and short descriptions written in neat but excitable script on little paper tags.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
There is also a reasonable pile of Scrolls.
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As the woman asked of her companions Ilithir fell silent, drowning in guilty. How ironic it was that one could feel himself drowning while in a temple of Valkur, close by one of its priests? Mala takes lead speaking with the guard. At first he though the corporal was fighting with survivor’s guilty. He heard stories about it during his time on ship and road. Then she mentioned the strangers and how they gave the box. Then he was forced to agree with her.
Didn’t she think for a second that someone capable of producing an item capable of calling harpies inside the city was dangerous? That such an individual should be apprehended or at very least pursued instead of heard? For the sake of the Seldarine, didn’t those guards learn to not accept gifts from strangers? It too the elf all his effort to not put his incredulity into words. To keep his expression neutral. It was necessary to keep his calm. To try and ask for further information.
“I understand you are in pain. That is not easy. But we need you to take a deep breath. To calm yourself and think about these strangers. They need to be held accountable by what they did and to find them we need more information. Things like their clothes, their accent. Color of their skins and eyes, height, weight. Anything.” He said with unbelievably calm voice. Kind and supportive. He was versed in deception, after all. “Do you remember their clothing or if they carried any distinct kind of weaponry?”
Such details could help the tavern keeper to remember the individuals. Tell if they were regular or, what Ilithir thought far more likely, strangers. Maybe guards by the city entrance would have seen them. That could reveal a general direction, a road the duo used to reach Imma.
Faera drools a bit over all the scroll options, but in the end, those and the other enticing items in Laurenz's shop are just a bit too much for her to afford at the moment. Once their business with the gnome is finished, she hefts her pack back over her shoulder and asks, "Were we supposed to meet back with the rest of the group at the Commanders house? We best get a move on."