Jade sadly only finds lore on legendary items. Nothing is relevant to contemporary objects to aid in her quest. This might not be the way to obtain the information she desires for the application of true resurrection.
"No! No food or drinks near the volumes please," a purple imp appears snatching the ration from Jade's hand and table before stuffing them into it's crooked maw! "Naughty...naughty," the imp cackles before fleeing towards and then settling onto Whistler's petite shoulder.
"Balefire, " Whistler scolds the plump imp who hoots with laughter then disappears in a similar glittery smokey puff! "Please...uh thought it would be common knowledge but please be mindful of what is around the volumes, please," the gnome warns.
Jade sadly only finds lore on legendary items. Nothing is relevant to contemporary objects to aid in her quest. This might not be the way to obtain the information she desires for the application of true resurrection.
Frustrated, Jade goes back to the original stack of books. She understands that the how is well beyond her abilities, even if the books offered some concrete method, but perhaps the could offer her some hint as to *who* among the various clergy might be able to perform the rite and where the might be found.
"So, sorry," Whistler replies embrassassed too. "She's a bit of a handful and a stickler for the rules that get her treats, " she adds smiling at Jade. "Anything else," the gnome asks Jade as well as the others taking the paper request from Millicent. The gnome reads it then makes eye contact with Millicent. "Ah, just one moment," she says to everyone then gestures at Millicent. "Please, come with me," she then says to her fellow warlock as she moves to a more private area of the research room lingering in the door way for Millicent to join her.
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Eila had been just about to answer the gnome's question about the book before she pulled Millicent aside and trips over her words a little. "It's a morality pla- ah, yes sorry of course, do go ahead."
She instead picks up a book from their stack of research entitled 'A Bestiary of the Southern Storm Coast', opens the chapter on the Cloud Peaks, and flicks through it while Millicent and the avowed have their discussion.
(If they're gone long enough to have a decent read, Investigation check (adv due to Niska): 19 )
"I'm going to get something to eat," Jade declares.
She doesn't. Instead she goes to the party's room in the Halls of Rest and punches the stone wall hard enough to break bone. Then she takes a position of supplication and alternates between prayer and weeping out her frustration.
She doesn't heal her injury, at least not until someone else enters. Then she'll discretely use lay on hands to conceal what she's done.
Zaphi thinks to himself. Best leave this to the more learned folks. I guess the newcomer is fine, but as mama said trust is earned. He waits for the others to share if they have found anything yet.
OOC Apologies Hayredd you can assume Whistler summons a scribe.
Elliðaey notices Jade leave but is too distracted by the gift if knowledge to pursue her. Instead the monk focuses on the studies of Eila and Niska both pouring over atlases of the Cloud Peaks as well as the history of mining in the area. Eila is sure with Niska's help she has discovered where Vermeillon is located! As they discuss the possibilities of traveling safely in the mountains a willowly looking male elf appears. He's wearing silvery robes and a regale looking circlet.
"I was summoned for a task in copying a tome," the male elf asks looking around at Eila, Niska, and Elliðaey. "Greetings I am scribe Tudela," the elf says giving the woman a slight bow.
Meanwhile... Millicent joins Whistler nearer to her desk away from the party. The gnome looks a little anxious.
"This request isn't something I normally am able to complete without alerting higher authorities. If you don't mind ne asking...who...who...is your patron," Whistler asks next a curiously raised eyebrow and she rubs her hand together nervously.
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Eila lifts her attention from the notes she's making, following Niska's commentary on the region to see the scribe as he approaches. "Ah, hello. That would be at my request- my name is Painbearer Forthall," she says as she puts the notes down and comes over.
"I'm looking to copy a book, if you have a surviving copy. It's a morality play, allegorical, written in the 1300's. It's titled 'The Nature and Apportionment of Pain'. It's about this big, 40 or so pages." She gestures a small rectangle, explaining in as much detail as she can recall about the book her mentor requested, despite these scholar's ability to summon books at what seems just the vaguest suggestion. "There's no rush, I aim to help Elliðaey with her task first, and collect on my return. How much might this cost?"
Meanwhile... Millicent joins Whistler nearer to her desk away from the party. The gnome looks a little anxious.
"This request isn't something I normally am able to complete without alerting higher authorities. If you don't mind ne asking...who...who...is your patron," Whistler asks next a curiously raised eyebrow and she rubs her hand together nervously.
" Patron? Sorry I don't understand."
" I'm just trying to help a friend......well, trying to understand a friend...more than a friend...is probably more correct."
"Many of my fellow avowed have gifts making us an essential part of Candlekeep's defenses. My gift is knowing the origin of magic within a focused subject. In looking at you I can see you're a arcane user who has a patron. The monk, your leader, taps into the life essence around her known as ki, and the cleric as well as the paladin draw power from the divine. I only know it's from Ilmater because Painbeaerer Forthall told me. I ask again. Who is your patron? Who embues you with magic, " Whistler explains pulling down another lens over the lenses of her glasses and looking curiously at Millicent then leans close so only Millicent can hear her speak. "My patron is Emman’Thorak! He's an Archfey. A God of deep and hidden magic. I know Balefire is an imp but she does have a fervent love of knowledge. My patron is we'll say a gray area whenever uh...morality is in question but I myself use his gifts for good and the preservation of all the knowledge within Candlekeep, " the gnome confesses with a grin.
Zaphi was surprised to the see the imp, but it conforms with how the denizens of Candlekeep are highly protective of books. He becomes overly bored and decides to walk out and do some exercises to keep himself limber and to pas the time.
Katarina approaches the Pillars curiously, her ears twitching with every sound. She looks fairly young, almost innocent, but it is clear that this Tabaxi is no simple farm girl or tavern wench. Her clothing is of exquisite quality, and you could swear that her armor is completely spotless, without a hint of rust or dirt. She looks at Zaphi with big blue eyes, and there is a hint of sadness there, but perhaps that is simply imagination or some trick of the light. She smiles and gives a little wave.
"Hello there!" She says cheerfully. "I am called Katarina... Katarina Spring Blossom. And what shalt I call you, littledragon person?"
The Tabaxi has a somewhat strange accent that is hard to place, though she seems to speak Common fairly fluently.
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"Many of my fellow avowed have gifts making us an essential part of Candlekeep's defenses. My gift is knowing the origin of magic within a focused subject. In looking at you I can see you're a arcane user who has a patron. The monk, your leader, taps into the life essence around her known as ki, and the cleric as well as the paladin draw power from the divine. I only know it's from Ilmater because Painbeaerer Forthall told me. I ask again. Who is your patron? Who embues you with magic, " Whistler explains pulling down another lens over the lenses of her glasses and looking curiously at Millicent then leans close so only Millicent can hear her speak. "My patron is Emman’Thorak! He's an Archfey. A God of deep and hidden magic. I know Balefire is an imp but she does have a fervent love of knowledge. My patron is we'll say a gray area whenever uh...morality is in question but I myself use his gifts for good and the preservation of all the knowledge within Candlekeep, " the gnome confesses with a grin.
Millicents voice dropped to a whisper.
" Magic....uh...well. It was a wedding gift...of sorts."
She looked incredibly nervous and clutched her satchel tightly to her chest defiantly.
After several moments she sighed, " My wifes name is Biri and she lives in a book......or she talks...uh, interacts...with me through the book. Its a little confusing and she can be a little less than forthcoming at times...or she doesn't really know."
" She isn't the greatest sharer....emotionally speaking....well...thats not really true...she's...amazing! And so smart! And confident! And she makes me feel like the most important person in the world...which is funny really because I'm really not."
" She's just wonderful and fun........and.........um, anyway....probably not relevant."
" Anyway. I came here to either help her or at least understand her more, because she gives me SO much and I want us to be real partners...so I want to be able to help her too."
"Ah," Whistler replies blushing at Millicent. "I...so sorry I misunderstood. Would you...you mind if I took a look at the book? Do you have the volume with her inside of it," the gnome asks out of curtsey as she balantly looks at Millicent's clutch bag.
OOC we can jump ahead with the party unless folks, besides Millicent, need more from the library.
Meanwhile back at the House of Rest Jade is stumbled upon by a maid of all work who is checking the room for the party. She's a stout human woman in plain brown clothing with her sleeves rolled up and sweat on her brow.
"So sorry miss...I thought you'd all gone out," the human woman calls out backing out of the chamber. "Begging your pardon miss," the human woman calls from the hallway outside, "could I go about my business. I'm nearly done and would like to finish up," the woman explains still waiting outside the chamber doorway.
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Jade sadly only finds lore on legendary items. Nothing is relevant to contemporary objects to aid in her quest. This might not be the way to obtain the information she desires for the application of true resurrection.
"No! No food or drinks near the volumes please," a purple imp appears snatching the ration from Jade's hand and table before stuffing them into it's crooked maw! "Naughty...naughty," the imp cackles before fleeing towards and then settling onto Whistler's petite shoulder.
"Balefire, " Whistler scolds the plump imp who hoots with laughter then disappears in a similar glittery smokey puff! "Please...uh thought it would be common knowledge but please be mindful of what is around the volumes, please," the gnome warns.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Frustrated, Jade goes back to the original stack of books. She understands that the how is well beyond her abilities, even if the books offered some concrete method, but perhaps the could offer her some hint as to *who* among the various clergy might be able to perform the rite and where the might be found.
Millicent slips Whistler a note detailing what she needs:-
Tomes and records regarding volumes possessing a will of their own and/or the use of scrolls/tomes/treatise to trap or contain conciousnesses.
Other planar Marital customs.
She smiles to herself at the imp enforcers fierce attitude.
"My apologies"
Jade hangs her head in embarrassment, lost in thoughts of how her ignorance reflects poorly on the others.
"So, sorry," Whistler replies embrassassed too. "She's a bit of a handful and a stickler for the rules that get her treats, " she adds smiling at Jade. "Anything else," the gnome asks Jade as well as the others taking the paper request from Millicent. The gnome reads it then makes eye contact with Millicent. "Ah, just one moment," she says to everyone then gestures at Millicent. "Please, come with me," she then says to her fellow warlock as she moves to a more private area of the research room lingering in the door way for Millicent to join her.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Eila had been just about to answer the gnome's question about the book before she pulled Millicent aside and trips over her words a little. "It's a morality pla- ah, yes sorry of course, do go ahead."
She instead picks up a book from their stack of research entitled 'A Bestiary of the Southern Storm Coast', opens the chapter on the Cloud Peaks, and flicks through it while Millicent and the avowed have their discussion.
(If they're gone long enough to have a decent read, Investigation check (adv due to Niska): 19 )
"I'm going to get something to eat," Jade declares.
She doesn't. Instead she goes to the party's room in the Halls of Rest and punches the stone wall hard enough to break bone. Then she takes a position of supplication and alternates between prayer and weeping out her frustration.
She doesn't heal her injury, at least not until someone else enters. Then she'll discretely use lay on hands to conceal what she's done.
Millicent nods and quickly jumps up her satchel clasped at her side and a mess of note paper, inkwell and quill bundled in her other hand.
Zaphi thinks to himself. Best leave this to the more learned folks. I guess the newcomer is fine, but as mama said trust is earned. He waits for the others to share if they have found anything yet.
OOC Apologies Hayredd you can assume Whistler summons a scribe.
Elliðaey notices Jade leave but is too distracted by the gift if knowledge to pursue her. Instead the monk focuses on the studies of Eila and Niska both pouring over atlases of the Cloud Peaks as well as the history of mining in the area. Eila is sure with Niska's help she has discovered where Vermeillon is located! As they discuss the possibilities of traveling safely in the mountains a willowly looking male elf appears. He's wearing silvery robes and a regale looking circlet.
"I was summoned for a task in copying a tome," the male elf asks looking around at Eila, Niska, and Elliðaey. "Greetings I am scribe Tudela," the elf says giving the woman a slight bow.
Meanwhile... Millicent joins Whistler nearer to her desk away from the party. The gnome looks a little anxious.
"This request isn't something I normally am able to complete without alerting higher authorities. If you don't mind ne asking...who...who...is your patron," Whistler asks next a curiously raised eyebrow and she rubs her hand together nervously.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Eila lifts her attention from the notes she's making, following Niska's commentary on the region to see the scribe as he approaches. "Ah, hello. That would be at my request- my name is Painbearer Forthall," she says as she puts the notes down and comes over.
"I'm looking to copy a book, if you have a surviving copy. It's a morality play, allegorical, written in the 1300's. It's titled 'The Nature and Apportionment of Pain'. It's about this big, 40 or so pages." She gestures a small rectangle, explaining in as much detail as she can recall about the book her mentor requested, despite these scholar's ability to summon books at what seems just the vaguest suggestion. "There's no rush, I aim to help Elliðaey with her task first, and collect on my return. How much might this cost?"
" Patron? Sorry I don't understand."
" I'm just trying to help a friend......well, trying to understand a friend...more than a friend...is probably more correct."
"Many of my fellow avowed have gifts making us an essential part of Candlekeep's defenses. My gift is knowing the origin of magic within a focused subject. In looking at you I can see you're a arcane user who has a patron. The monk, your leader, taps into the life essence around her known as ki, and the cleric as well as the paladin draw power from the divine. I only know it's from Ilmater because Painbeaerer Forthall told me. I ask again. Who is your patron? Who embues you with magic, " Whistler explains pulling down another lens over the lenses of her glasses and looking curiously at Millicent then leans close so only Millicent can hear her speak. "My patron is Emman’Thorak! He's an Archfey. A God of deep and hidden magic. I know Balefire is an imp but she does have a fervent love of knowledge. My patron is we'll say a gray area whenever uh...morality is in question but I myself use his gifts for good and the preservation of all the knowledge within Candlekeep, " the gnome confesses with a grin.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zaphi was surprised to the see the imp, but it conforms with how the denizens of Candlekeep are highly protective of books. He becomes overly bored and decides to walk out and do some exercises to keep himself limber and to pas the time.
Going outside Zaphi finds a tabaxi in unique armor approaching the Pillars.
OOC: You're up Mister_Whisker!
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Katarina approaches the Pillars curiously, her ears twitching with every sound. She looks fairly young, almost innocent, but it is clear that this Tabaxi is no simple farm girl or tavern wench. Her clothing is of exquisite quality, and you could swear that her armor is completely spotless, without a hint of rust or dirt. She looks at Zaphi with big blue eyes, and there is a hint of sadness there, but perhaps that is simply imagination or some trick of the light. She smiles and gives a little wave.
"Hello there!" She says cheerfully. "I am called Katarina... Katarina Spring Blossom. And what shalt I call you, little dragon person?"
The Tabaxi has a somewhat strange accent that is hard to place, though she seems to speak Common fairly fluently.
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Millicents voice dropped to a whisper.
" Magic....uh...well. It was a wedding gift...of sorts."
She looked incredibly nervous and clutched her satchel tightly to her chest defiantly.
After several moments she sighed, " My wifes name is Biri and she lives in a book......or she talks...uh, interacts...with me through the book. Its a little confusing and she can be a little less than forthcoming at times...or she doesn't really know."
" She isn't the greatest sharer....emotionally speaking....well...thats not really true...she's...amazing! And so smart! And confident! And she makes me feel like the most important person in the world...which is funny really because I'm really not."
" She's just wonderful and fun........and.........um, anyway....probably not relevant."
" Anyway. I came here to either help her or at least understand her more, because she gives me SO much and I want us to be real partners...so I want to be able to help her too."
"My name is Zaphi and what brings you here" says Zaphi. Hmm...There is something familiar about this Tabaxi. Maybe from some other time or place .
"Ah," Whistler replies blushing at Millicent. "I...so sorry I misunderstood. Would you...you mind if I took a look at the book? Do you have the volume with her inside of it," the gnome asks out of curtsey as she balantly looks at Millicent's clutch bag.
OOC we can jump ahead with the party unless folks, besides Millicent, need more from the library.
Meanwhile back at the House of Rest Jade is stumbled upon by a maid of all work who is checking the room for the party. She's a stout human woman in plain brown clothing with her sleeves rolled up and sweat on her brow.
"So sorry miss...I thought you'd all gone out," the human woman calls out backing out of the chamber. "Begging your pardon miss," the human woman calls from the hallway outside, "could I go about my business. I'm nearly done and would like to finish up," the woman explains still waiting outside the chamber doorway.
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"No, no, you're fine," Jade says as she subtly heals her broken hand.
"Here, let me help you."