The red-haired Half-Elf nods in agreement with the ex-preceptor's proposition. "Yes, well I hope I can get myself a fur or something in that fortified town."Yasmina agrees with a small smile to the Tiefling, then turning to the Lich. "Before we leave, there are some things I need, some magical components, if your unseen servants could help me with that?"She asks with a polite smile.
The lich pauses... it seems that he didn't even consider the possibility that mortals might have need for warm clothing. But one of the priests of Boccob speaks up.
"When we heard that you would be venturing into the territory of a white dragon, we took the liberty of bringing several travelers' cloaks," a solemn-faced priest who appears to be the leader of the trio says. "There are two cloaks for each of you, as well as some additional supplies you may need."
He produces a bag of holding which contains the aforementioned cloaks and five explorer's packs (you guys can keep the bag... in a place like this bags of holding are probably a dime a dozen).
"Thank you, so much for your kindness. Could I be in your service, in return you give me some arcane boon that will help keep my mind at ease?" Cal asks Lord Akrin, but it is more of a beg. You can see the weight of his curse in his face and eyes.
Yes, you can find material components for most spells here, just command the servants to find them for you, the lich says to Yasmina.
He looks at Cal.
So the weapon already hungers again, he sighs. The simplest, though admittedly temporary, solution is to have one of your companions cast calm emotions on you if darkness begins to take hold... I believe divine spellcasters have access to that particular spell.
(OOC: regarding spell components, you can get basically any component that costs 20 gp or less)
Before the team leaves the fortress, Yasmina would find some secluded space to perform a ritual.
As she rejoins with the other, a small impish creature is perched on her shoulder. "Everyone, this is Al-Asfeh, he'll be doing recon for us, won't you?She says, giving the creature glance. The creature snickers and disappears like the wind.
Delvindra reluctantly and quietly requests quiver of arrows from the unseen servants, hoping that the Lich's hospitality might extend that much further but fearing to ask him directly.
Duwamilly is delighted by the remarkable amount of gifts and help she and the kids are receiving! Not just information, assistance and hospitality, but also equipment, magic items, warm clothes... and that bag! For a while she does nothing but conduct experiments, learning to what limits of capacity the internal extraplanar space can go, how easy it is to find the exact object sought, whether by looking inside it is possible to see all the objects, whether a living creature can enter and exit without problems...
"I've always dreamed of a bag like this!" the ex-preceptor sighs, admired and pleased "Thank you, Delvindra, I'll finally be able to keep all my things inside... It's incredible how designers - even the gnomish ones - seem incapable of producing a bag suitable for a lady... They always make them either so small that it doesn't fit everything a lady could reasonably want to carry with her, or so large that the bag cannot be transported - except by a porter the size and muscles of an ogre. This one, on the contrary, is just perfect!"
"Lord Matic Akkron," the gnome cleric bows with deep respect "I also have a present for you. It is not an object endowed with magic - other than the magic of incredible gnomish technology - but I intend to give it to you anyway; not because it counterbalance the value of your help towards us, but just as a thank you" and she holds out towards the undead, on the palm of her small hand, a small automaton representing a king sitting on a throne with a lectern next to it, on which is a spellbook.
The king looks like Matic when he was still alive. The automaton is a clockwork device that, when animated, follows a predefined program: the king stands up, reads the spellbook, performs some arcane gestures while reciting magic formulas. Then the king 'opens', like a matryoshka doll, revealing Lord Akkron inside as he is now. And Lord Akkron also reads the spellbook, he performs some arcane gestures reciting magic formulas. Then the undead returns inside the matryoshka-king, which 'closes' and sits back on the throne. And the cycle repeats itself.
"It expresses the continuity between past and present..." Duwamilly explains, smiling "To help you remember that, in spite of all that changhed, you are still the same good and sensitive soul, My Lord. And if you think you will be pleased to have some gnome who makes an effort to bring some good humor here on the Shaded Isel, all you have to do is ask... It will be a pleasure to have the church of my beloved Garl Glittergold found a small temple or shrine in the village - I will find faithful willing to undertake this undertaking, should I drag them personally while I prevent them from rebelling by tickling them savagely!"
Later, when Yasmina introduces Al-Asfeh to the accursed, the ex-Preceptor admires the newcomer: "How cute! Nice to meet you, Al Asfeh! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' of clan Gerinell..." but once she has finished saying her name, she notices that the interlocutor has already disappeared "Maybe a little less sociable than Lord Amir..." she sighs "...but after all, he hasn't heard any jokes yet. Maybe, after listening to some of them, he will show more desire to socialize!"
The three Clerics stand, mouths agape in absolute shock at Duwamilly's speech towards the lich. Bridgette inhales sharply in surprise... The ancient corpse himself stares at the little figurine for a moment... then slowly reaches out and takes it.
You truly believe that... he says. Though it is hard to read his emotions, as his face remains eternally a skeletal grin, there is a strange sound to his voice... almost a tremor.
"Master... are you alright?" Bridgette asks, putting a hand on Lord Akkron's shoulder.
He nods... it takes a moment for him to speak again.
To me, you are so young... so innocent... he says. I have seen and done many things over the years, great and terrible alike... but... I will remember this gift and the spirit in which it was given until my work is done and I can finally return to the dust. Never let yourself become jaded as I did. Do whatever it takes to keep that spark alive within you.
With that, it seems he has said all that needs to be said... or at least all that he can bring himself to say... as he steps away to perform his spell. It seems that it is nearly time to say goodbye to this strange land and its stranger Lord...
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
The red-haired Half-Elf watches the interaction between the ex-preceptor and the Lich with curiosity. "Salvation for everyone huh, do you believe in happy endings too?" She quietly says to the Tiefling beside her with a small smile.
"Salvation and happy endings are rarely synonymous to the Ilmateri. Why do you think we have so many martyrs," she whispers back with a smile that borders on blasphemy.
“Thank you again for everything, let’s hope we don’t die before we are able to free the dark energy.” Cal will wrap himself in the cloaks and maybe a little hat for his bald head and he will say a little prayer for his wife and daughter, since this is a place of death.
Duwamilly knew that Matic was still a sensitive soul... everything she knew about his past and everything she saw him do in the present clearly testified to this... but she didn't believe she could unleash such deep emotions in him: "You can count on it, My Lord!" she winks, with a happy smile; then she lowers her voice, so as not to disturb him while he is about to concentrate on his spells "And once I'm back, I will also do my best to help you discover that it's a spark you can still have too!"
[[ OOC: Duwamilly ready to go as well! ]]
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"Sounds like we need to do some reconnaissance." Zander offers to go if needed.
D&D since 1984
Delvindra nods her agreement to Duwamilly.
"Looks like you're going to need some new clothes," she says to Yasmina, eyeing her thin, caliphite dress.
The red-haired Half-Elf nods in agreement with the ex-preceptor's proposition.
"Yes, well I hope I can get myself a fur or something in that fortified town." Yasmina agrees with a small smile to the Tiefling, then turning to the Lich. "Before we leave, there are some things I need, some magical components, if your unseen servants could help me with that?" She asks with a polite smile.
Cal will speak up, "Can we also get warm clothes just in case?"
The lich pauses... it seems that he didn't even consider the possibility that mortals might have need for warm clothing. But one of the priests of Boccob speaks up.
"When we heard that you would be venturing into the territory of a white dragon, we took the liberty of bringing several travelers' cloaks," a solemn-faced priest who appears to be the leader of the trio says. "There are two cloaks for each of you, as well as some additional supplies you may need."
He produces a bag of holding which contains the aforementioned cloaks and five explorer's packs (you guys can keep the bag... in a place like this bags of holding are probably a dime a dozen).
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
"Thank you, so much for your kindness. Could I be in your service, in return you give me some arcane boon that will help keep my mind at ease?" Cal asks Lord Akrin, but it is more of a beg. You can see the weight of his curse in his face and eyes.
Yasmina gratefully accepts the traveller cloaks offered. "And...um...the other thing?" She asks the Lich.
Delvindra also takes a pair of cloaks and an Explorer's Pack before passing the Bag of Holding to Duwamilly for safekeeping.
Yes, you can find material components for most spells here, just command the servants to find them for you, the lich says to Yasmina.
He looks at Cal.
So the weapon already hungers again, he sighs. The simplest, though admittedly temporary, solution is to have one of your companions cast calm emotions on you if darkness begins to take hold... I believe divine spellcasters have access to that particular spell.
(OOC: regarding spell components, you can get basically any component that costs 20 gp or less)
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
Before the team leaves the fortress, Yasmina would find some secluded space to perform a ritual.
As she rejoins with the other, a small impish creature is perched on her shoulder. "Everyone, this is Al-Asfeh, he'll be doing recon for us, won't you? She says, giving the creature glance. The creature snickers and disappears like the wind.
Delvindra reluctantly and quietly requests quiver of arrows from the unseen servants, hoping that the Lich's hospitality might extend that much further but fearing to ask him directly.
The ghostly force hands Delvindra the requested quiver.
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
Zander also gladly accepts the cloak and other provisions and readies himself.
D&D since 1984
Duwamilly is delighted by the remarkable amount of gifts and help she and the kids are receiving! Not just information, assistance and hospitality, but also equipment, magic items, warm clothes... and that bag! For a while she does nothing but conduct experiments, learning to what limits of capacity the internal extraplanar space can go, how easy it is to find the exact object sought, whether by looking inside it is possible to see all the objects, whether a living creature can enter and exit without problems...
"I've always dreamed of a bag like this!" the ex-preceptor sighs, admired and pleased "Thank you, Delvindra, I'll finally be able to keep all my things inside... It's incredible how designers - even the gnomish ones - seem incapable of producing a bag suitable for a lady... They always make them either so small that it doesn't fit everything a lady could reasonably want to carry with her, or so large that the bag cannot be transported - except by a porter the size and muscles of an ogre. This one, on the contrary, is just perfect!"
"Lord Matic Akkron," the gnome cleric bows with deep respect "I also have a present for you. It is not an object endowed with magic - other than the magic of incredible gnomish technology - but I intend to give it to you anyway; not because it counterbalance the value of your help towards us, but just as a thank you" and she holds out towards the undead, on the palm of her small hand, a small automaton representing a king sitting on a throne with a lectern next to it, on which is a spellbook.
The king looks like Matic when he was still alive. The automaton is a clockwork device that, when animated, follows a predefined program: the king stands up, reads the spellbook, performs some arcane gestures while reciting magic formulas. Then the king 'opens', like a matryoshka doll, revealing Lord Akkron inside as he is now. And Lord Akkron also reads the spellbook, he performs some arcane gestures reciting magic formulas. Then the undead returns inside the matryoshka-king, which 'closes' and sits back on the throne. And the cycle repeats itself.
"It expresses the continuity between past and present..." Duwamilly explains, smiling "To help you remember that, in spite of all that changhed, you are still the same good and sensitive soul, My Lord. And if you think you will be pleased to have some gnome who makes an effort to bring some good humor here on the Shaded Isel, all you have to do is ask... It will be a pleasure to have the church of my beloved Garl Glittergold found a small temple or shrine in the village - I will find faithful willing to undertake this undertaking, should I drag them personally while I prevent them from rebelling by tickling them savagely!"
Later, when Yasmina introduces Al-Asfeh to the accursed, the ex-Preceptor admires the newcomer: "How cute! Nice to meet you, Al Asfeh! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' of clan Gerinell..." but once she has finished saying her name, she notices that the interlocutor has already disappeared "Maybe a little less sociable than Lord Amir..." she sighs "...but after all, he hasn't heard any jokes yet. Maybe, after listening to some of them, he will show more desire to socialize!"
The three Clerics stand, mouths agape in absolute shock at Duwamilly's speech towards the lich. Bridgette inhales sharply in surprise... The ancient corpse himself stares at the little figurine for a moment... then slowly reaches out and takes it.
You truly believe that... he says. Though it is hard to read his emotions, as his face remains eternally a skeletal grin, there is a strange sound to his voice... almost a tremor.
"Master... are you alright?" Bridgette asks, putting a hand on Lord Akkron's shoulder.
He nods... it takes a moment for him to speak again.
To me, you are so young... so innocent... he says. I have seen and done many things over the years, great and terrible alike... but... I will remember this gift and the spirit in which it was given until my work is done and I can finally return to the dust. Never let yourself become jaded as I did. Do whatever it takes to keep that spark alive within you.
With that, it seems he has said all that needs to be said... or at least all that he can bring himself to say... as he steps away to perform his spell. It seems that it is nearly time to say goodbye to this strange land and its stranger Lord...
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
The red-haired Half-Elf watches the interaction between the ex-preceptor and the Lich with curiosity. "Salvation for everyone huh, do you believe in happy endings too?" She quietly says to the Tiefling beside her with a small smile.
(Yasmina is ready to depart :-)
"Salvation and happy endings are rarely synonymous to the Ilmateri. Why do you think we have so many martyrs," she whispers back with a smile that borders on blasphemy.
(Delvindra is ready to move on as well.)
“Thank you again for everything, let’s hope we don’t die before we are able to free the dark energy.” Cal will wrap himself in the cloaks and maybe a little hat for his bald head and he will say a little prayer for his wife and daughter, since this is a place of death.
(Cal is ready to depart)
Zander is ready
D&D since 1984
Duwamilly knew that Matic was still a sensitive soul... everything she knew about his past and everything she saw him do in the present clearly testified to this... but she didn't believe she could unleash such deep emotions in him: "You can count on it, My Lord!" she winks, with a happy smile; then she lowers her voice, so as not to disturb him while he is about to concentrate on his spells "And once I'm back, I will also do my best to help you discover that it's a spark you can still have too!"
[[ OOC: Duwamilly ready to go as well! ]]