"Hah, that's the spirit..."The red-haired half-elf says with a bright smile, looking back at the seemingly cocky tiefling. "...he is only a simple archmage after all, and not particularly cunning one at that. He should be worried about having a devout servant of broken god burning him to a crisp with the fires of hell." She says a bit teasingly.
"I'm sorry, I think you are very brave, and so are the others, and I'm glad we will see this through to the end now, together." She says with a brief warm smile. "Knowing Milly I think we will have to call on some patience before she has even arrived at the question back there, maybe a rest in the grass while we wait, Al-asfeh will inform me when there has been some progress back in the shrine, I brought a bottle of wine and some grapes from the tavern if you'd care to join me. I'm sure the broken god won't mind his most devout servant having a last supper before the showdown of the century."
"Oh... it's you!" the gnome cleric says when he hears Duwamilly's name. "I can't tell a lie, after we found out that you were off to meet a lich to fight against a mad archmage, we weren't really expecting to see you again..."
He pauses, as if something occurs to him.
"You know... speaking of crazy wizards reminds me of a joke: What do wizards like so much about fireball? It's such a well-rounded spell!"
He then shows you inside, and brings you to see the old gnome who was once in King Guoren's court before a certain usurper made it necessary for him to find alternative employment. The older gnome smiles when he sees Duwamilly.
"Well, 'Planerunner,' you just won me a good twenty silver pieces!"he exclaims. "I KNEW you were the type who would complete her epic quest! Now, what can this old man do for an blessed hero such as yourself?"
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Duwamilly laughs heartily at the joke: "Truer than you might imagine! Do you know that Lord Matic Akkron's protégé told me that he once tried to use that spell in the culinary field!? Needless to say, they had a blast!"
Afterwards the gnome cleric reciprocates with a joke about the wizards of her own:
A man goes to see a powerful lich and says: "Oh, dark overlord, please help me and I will become your follower and obey you in everything! All in all, that could not in any way represent a worsening of my current situation... Please, I beg you, can you lift a curse that a priest put on me years ago?" "Certainly!" replies the undead wizard "No way the curse of a mere priest can resist the spells I have accumulated over the course of my interminable undead existence! Do you remember what words he used to curse you?" The man replies: "Of course! How could I ever forget them, from that day? He declared... 'I pronounce you man and wife'!"
"You are too good, my friend!" the ex-preceptor chuckles, flattered by the words of the older gnome "It all went for the better thanks to our beloved Garl Glittergold, who through me choose to prank those who sought power in vain (and at the cost of causing terrible disasters) instead of understanding that there is no greater treasure of a little healthy good humor every day!"
"As for what you can do for us..." Planerunner gets to the point "it's something wonderful! We're about to play the ultimate prank on that scamp Firion, to make sure he can't make trouble ever again. But for this purpose, we need to know his real name (you know, we are afraid that the high-sounding 'Firion' is a pompous pseudonym, rather than his real name). Surely you can contribute by providing us with this detail! You were part of the court, so you surely know what the real name the king gave to his unworthy seventh son! Think how wonderful! Just give us this information and you too will be part of this Garl-blessed prank that will make our world a little safer (and probably a little more fun - it's easier to have fun, when no exalted archwizard is plotting to unleash a raging dragon-goddess-wannabe)".
"Hah, that's the spirit..."The red-haired half-elf says with a bright smile, looking back at the seemingly cocky tiefling. "...he is only a simple archmage after all, and not particularly cunning one at that. He should be worried about having a devout servant of broken god burning him to a crisp with the fires of hell." She says a bit teasingly.
Delvindra considers the ring on her finger.
"Whatever it takes to be truly and completely free. After that...I'd be happy to take it off and never use it again."
"Knowing Milly I think we will have to call on some patience before she has even arrived at the question back there, maybe a rest in the grass while we wait... I brought a bottle of wine and some grapes from the tavern if you'd care to join me.
"That sounds lovely," she smiles, "and fitting. Grapes and wine. The begining and the ending laid side by side. What better way to toast the final chapter of our adventure?"
"You'd better watch yourself or someone might mistake you for philosopher-poet," she teases as she reclines on the grass to enjoy a meal and few minutes lesure.
The noble djinni lets out a booming laugh after each joke told, seeming to relish and enjoy his long sought freedom, eager to find the true name of the mad archwizard but not more so than being able to enjoy his visit in this place of jokes and sparkling wits. He would have to keep a good story teller around in his palace, maybe even erect a shrine to this joking father of all gnomes.
"Well, someone would be direly mistaken."The red-haired half-elf says with a soft laugh, finding a place in the grass to enjoy a moment of relaxation and unburdened bliss before Al-Asfeh messaged them to get back to the shrine.
(Ready to move on as the dealings in the shrine are all finished :-)
"Ah... even a very 'final' prank on Firion, you say?" the elderly gnome says, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "For which you need his true name? Be warned, your enemy is quite powerful and dangerous... but I'm sure you already know that."
He pauses a moment, looking uncharacteristically serious for a gnome as he looks Duwamilly in the eye. But he eventually sighs.
"Firion is his first name. But no, it is not his full name. His surname is Drummond. So the full name that you need is Firion Drummond. Not many are still aware of it... he is a skilled mage, and has done his best to reshape his people's memories, by both magical and mundane means, to strip them of knowledge that could be used against him as you plan to do."
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"Oh, that scamp is quite powerful and dangerous, I'll give you that..." Duwamilly smiles at the elderly gnome "...but I feel the amused presence of Garl Glittergold at our side, as he assists us in our pranks to bring into the world a bit of the hilarity and light-heartedness that it deserves! Firion believes that his story of oppression and abuse is a poem to celebrate his greatness... but it is instead all in all just a joke... And, at the end of the joke, with the benevolence of our Sire, I really think we will be the ones laughing! You'll see, Firion will fare no better than Kurtulmak".
"Anyway, get ready!" the gnome cleric enthusiastically greets her companions in the faith with her little hand "Once the super scamp matter is settled, it will be good to dedicate ourselves to the desolate Shaded Isle! That land needs to start laughing again! We will found a temple to our beloved Garl Glittergold there!"
"Of course Zander!" the ex-preceptor finally responds to the only ex-accursed who is currently close to her "Now that we know her real name, summoning Firion Drummond AKA Overpowered Scamp will be child's play! Let's go and warn everyone!" and in fact she rushes to find all the other ex-accused and update them one by one. "If you agree, I also notify Lord Matic Akkron of what we have discovered and agree with him on where to find us to settle the matter... My Cube still has a charge to take us to the place of reckoning. Lord Matic Akkron can join us there... and the next day we prank the super scamp for good!"
"Tomorrow,"Delvindra muses, her earlier bravado gone. The appointed time simultaneously feels too soon and too distant. As her tail begins to coil around her leg, the Tiefling looks to her companions and tried to determine their feelings on the matter.
If all are in agreement on the course of action, Duwamilly can go ahead and roll to see how many charges her cube regains. Then we can cut to the final showdown of ultimate destiny (or perhaps it would be more fitting to refer to it as the tribunal, all things considered).
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If all are in agreement on the course of action, Duwamilly can go ahead and roll to see how many charges her cube regains. Then we can cut to the final showdown of ultimate destiny (or perhaps it would be more fitting to refer to it as the tribunal, all things considered).
OK; before resting, Duwamilly uses Sending to inform Matic where to meet (and why).
If no one has any objections, Planerunner chooses a beautiful flowery meadow in a secluded place in the Feywild (Celestia wouldn't have been bad either, but she wasn't sure how the Angels would react to the sight of the good but disturbing lich).
Just one thing: if someone (either Matic or the party) can provide incense and powdered diamond worth at least 200 gp, Duwamilly can cast Glyph of Warding with a Silence effect so that Firion, as soon as he arrives, is immediately unable to speak. Otherwise, fine all the same, we will just have to try to beat his Initiative.
Returning to the shrine together with Delvindra, Yasmina listens to the verbose presentation of the plan to end the mad archmage. "Tomorrow will be fine." The red-haired half-elf says with a confident smile, giving the tiefling a reassuring look. The noble djinni simply nods in agreement. They needed to be fully prepared but there was no reason to postpone this more than needed.
(Ready for the final showdown, I think. I'm sure the people of Feywild will be thrilled by having an lich visiting ;-)
[[OOC: Not even letting the BBEG get in one final monologue before his execution... you guys are merciless!]]
After a nice night spent in the temple of Garl Glittergold, the party bids farewell to the gnome clerics and disappears into they Feywild (presumably a rather sparsely-populated location to avoid the collateral damage and/or panic upon seeing a lich appear). A few minutes later, a familiar undead wizard appears, ready to reduce Firion a smoking crater... if Duwamilly let him know what she wanted in her message, the lich is able to provide the requested material components to make sure Firion can't do anything at all.
Somehow, I suspect he will have some final trick up his sleeve, the lich sighs. But one way or another, this must end here.
If no one else has anything to say or do before summoning the dark mage to his doom, we can roll initiative and finish this...
"Hah, that's the spirit..." The red-haired half-elf says with a bright smile, looking back at the seemingly cocky tiefling. "...he is only a simple archmage after all, and not particularly cunning one at that. He should be worried about having a devout servant of broken god burning him to a crisp with the fires of hell." She says a bit teasingly.
"I'm sorry, I think you are very brave, and so are the others, and I'm glad we will see this through to the end now, together." She says with a brief warm smile. "Knowing Milly I think we will have to call on some patience before she has even arrived at the question back there, maybe a rest in the grass while we wait, Al-asfeh will inform me when there has been some progress back in the shrine, I brought a bottle of wine and some grapes from the tavern if you'd care to join me. I'm sure the broken god won't mind his most devout servant having a last supper before the showdown of the century."
"Oh... it's you!" the gnome cleric says when he hears Duwamilly's name. "I can't tell a lie, after we found out that you were off to meet a lich to fight against a mad archmage, we weren't really expecting to see you again..."
He pauses, as if something occurs to him.
"You know... speaking of crazy wizards reminds me of a joke: What do wizards like so much about fireball? It's such a well-rounded spell!"
He then shows you inside, and brings you to see the old gnome who was once in King Guoren's court before a certain usurper made it necessary for him to find alternative employment. The older gnome smiles when he sees Duwamilly.
"Well, 'Planerunner,' you just won me a good twenty silver pieces!" he exclaims. "I KNEW you were the type who would complete her epic quest! Now, what can this old man do for an blessed hero such as yourself?"
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Duwamilly laughs heartily at the joke: "Truer than you might imagine! Do you know that Lord Matic Akkron's protégé told me that he once tried to use that spell in the culinary field!? Needless to say, they had a blast!"
Afterwards the gnome cleric reciprocates with a joke about the wizards of her own:
A man goes to see a powerful lich and says: "Oh, dark overlord, please help me and I will become your follower and obey you in everything! All in all, that could not in any way represent a worsening of my current situation... Please, I beg you, can you lift a curse that a priest put on me years ago?"
"Certainly!" replies the undead wizard "No way the curse of a mere priest can resist the spells I have accumulated over the course of my interminable undead existence! Do you remember what words he used to curse you?"
The man replies: "Of course! How could I ever forget them, from that day? He declared... 'I pronounce you man and wife'!"
"You are too good, my friend!" the ex-preceptor chuckles, flattered by the words of the older gnome "It all went for the better thanks to our beloved Garl Glittergold, who through me choose to prank those who sought power in vain (and at the cost of causing terrible disasters) instead of understanding that there is no greater treasure of a little healthy good humor every day!"
"As for what you can do for us..." Planerunner gets to the point "it's something wonderful! We're about to play the ultimate prank on that scamp Firion, to make sure he can't make trouble ever again. But for this purpose, we need to know his real name (you know, we are afraid that the high-sounding 'Firion' is a pompous pseudonym, rather than his real name). Surely you can contribute by providing us with this detail! You were part of the court, so you surely know what the real name the king gave to his unworthy seventh son! Think how wonderful! Just give us this information and you too will be part of this Garl-blessed prank that will make our world a little safer (and probably a little more fun - it's easier to have fun, when no exalted archwizard is plotting to unleash a raging dragon-goddess-wannabe)".
Delvindra considers the ring on her finger.
"Whatever it takes to be truly and completely free. After that...I'd be happy to take it off and never use it again."
"That sounds lovely," she smiles, "and fitting. Grapes and wine. The begining and the ending laid side by side. What better way to toast the final chapter of our adventure?"
"You'd better watch yourself or someone might mistake you for philosopher-poet," she teases as she reclines on the grass to enjoy a meal and few minutes lesure.
The noble djinni lets out a booming laugh after each joke told, seeming to relish and enjoy his long sought freedom, eager to find the true name of the mad archwizard but not more so than being able to enjoy his visit in this place of jokes and sparkling wits. He would have to keep a good story teller around in his palace, maybe even erect a shrine to this joking father of all gnomes.
"Well, someone would be direly mistaken." The red-haired half-elf says with a soft laugh, finding a place in the grass to enjoy a moment of relaxation and unburdened bliss before Al-Asfeh messaged them to get back to the shrine.
(Ready to move on as the dealings in the shrine are all finished :-)
(same)
"Ah... even a very 'final' prank on Firion, you say?" the elderly gnome says, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "For which you need his true name? Be warned, your enemy is quite powerful and dangerous... but I'm sure you already know that."
He pauses a moment, looking uncharacteristically serious for a gnome as he looks Duwamilly in the eye. But he eventually sighs.
"Firion is his first name. But no, it is not his full name. His surname is Drummond. So the full name that you need is Firion Drummond. Not many are still aware of it... he is a skilled mage, and has done his best to reshape his people's memories, by both magical and mundane means, to strip them of knowledge that could be used against him as you plan to do."
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"That is a great news. Hopefully with that we can get him." Zander says
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"Oh, that scamp is quite powerful and dangerous, I'll give you that..." Duwamilly smiles at the elderly gnome "...but I feel the amused presence of Garl Glittergold at our side, as he assists us in our pranks to bring into the world a bit of the hilarity and light-heartedness that it deserves! Firion believes that his story of oppression and abuse is a poem to celebrate his greatness... but it is instead all in all just a joke... And, at the end of the joke, with the benevolence of our Sire, I really think we will be the ones laughing! You'll see, Firion will fare no better than Kurtulmak".
"Anyway, get ready!" the gnome cleric enthusiastically greets her companions in the faith with her little hand "Once the super scamp matter is settled, it will be good to dedicate ourselves to the desolate Shaded Isle! That land needs to start laughing again! We will found a temple to our beloved Garl Glittergold there!"
"Of course Zander!" the ex-preceptor finally responds to the only ex-accursed who is currently close to her "Now that we know her real name, summoning Firion Drummond AKA Overpowered Scamp will be child's play! Let's go and warn everyone!" and in fact she rushes to find all the other ex-accused and update them one by one. "If you agree, I also notify Lord Matic Akkron of what we have discovered and agree with him on where to find us to settle the matter... My Cube still has a charge to take us to the place of reckoning. Lord Matic Akkron can join us there... and the next day we prank the super scamp for good!"
"Tomorrow," Delvindra muses, her earlier bravado gone. The appointed time simultaneously feels too soon and too distant. As her tail begins to coil around her leg, the Tiefling looks to her companions and tried to determine their feelings on the matter.
Cal has a resolve to finish this once and for all.
If all are in agreement on the course of action, Duwamilly can go ahead and roll to see how many charges her cube regains. Then we can cut to the final showdown of ultimate destiny (or perhaps it would be more fitting to refer to it as the tribunal, all things considered).
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OK; before resting, Duwamilly uses Sending to inform Matic where to meet (and why).
If no one has any objections, Planerunner chooses a beautiful flowery meadow in a secluded place in the Feywild (Celestia wouldn't have been bad either, but she wasn't sure how the Angels would react to the sight of the good but disturbing lich).
Tha said, the cube regains 2 charges
Ready for the tribunal!
Just one thing: if someone (either Matic or the party) can provide incense and powdered diamond worth at least 200 gp, Duwamilly can cast Glyph of Warding with a Silence effect so that Firion, as soon as he arrives, is immediately unable to speak. Otherwise, fine all the same, we will just have to try to beat his Initiative.
(I like that plan)
Returning to the shrine together with Delvindra, Yasmina listens to the verbose presentation of the plan to end the mad archmage. "Tomorrow will be fine." The red-haired half-elf says with a confident smile, giving the tiefling a reassuring look. The noble djinni simply nods in agreement. They needed to be fully prepared but there was no reason to postpone this more than needed.
(Ready for the final showdown, I think. I'm sure the people of Feywild will be thrilled by having an lich visiting ;-)
[[OOC: Not even letting the BBEG get in one final monologue before his execution... you guys are merciless!]]
After a nice night spent in the temple of Garl Glittergold, the party bids farewell to the gnome clerics and disappears into they Feywild (presumably a rather sparsely-populated location to avoid the collateral damage and/or panic upon seeing a lich appear). A few minutes later, a familiar undead wizard appears, ready to reduce Firion a smoking crater... if Duwamilly let him know what she wanted in her message, the lich is able to provide the requested material components to make sure Firion can't do anything at all.
Somehow, I suspect he will have some final trick up his sleeve, the lich sighs. But one way or another, this must end here.
If no one else has anything to say or do before summoning the dark mage to his doom, we can roll initiative and finish this...
Firion: 9
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Zander Init: 7
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