Rinn took up one of the stones as he was talking and read the inscription.
As soon as he did, the stone in his hand thrummed to life. He felt that it was awaiting a message to relay to its companion stone ... a sending stone!
Through the magic of the stone held in his hand, Rinn also became aware that the companion stone was not possessed by a creature, and therefore the spell would not activate.
OOC — Although conditions were not met to cast the spell, Rinn essentially 'tried' to activate the sending stones which was close enough for the identify-a-spell reaction to take place. Sending is DC18 to identify, and since it is on Rinn's class list, identify attempts are rolled with advantage. I rolled an advantage die for him and it was a success.
"Um... thank you," Agnes offers clumsily to the skeletons as she claims the receiving stone and hands it to Rinn. She turns back to the skeletons. "We dun' mean t'disturb yer rest. This is all sort of accidental, ya see. Them gobs was in that tree up above, 'n then there was a bugbear. Well, I won't bore ya with the details, but let's just say that maybe this was meant to happen fer all of us! Elves is fond of stars, I think..." She speaks a word and waves her hand, and a tiny shooting star descends from above to land gently on each skull (prestidigitation). "May Mother Moon watch over ya, 'n guide ya through peaceful dreamin' everlastin'."
Rinn smiles at the pair of stones, saying to Agnes, "I think that these will come in handy. Each of them can send short messages between the two of them, allowing you to communicate long distances." He activates the stone with a few elvish words and Agnes hears the words of Rinn in her mind, "Pretty neat, isn't it?"
Looking down at the skeletons, he says, "Thank you again. I promise you, your treasures will be used well. I hope that we can rid these lands of the goblins that defiled your once-proud halls." As he says that, he starts to look through everything else, taking the ring and the bow to examine them further.
OOC - Rinn attempts to see if either of the other items are magic. Arcana 8 + 5 = 13 for bow. 4 + 5 = 9 for ring. I will assume that neither succeed.
"Neither of these appear magical," says Rinn and looks to his companions, "but perhaps someone might want this ring or bow? I learned elven archery before I left to join the Syndicate, but I believe my aim is still as keen as it was then..." His voice trails off as he remembers how often his Fire Bolt cantrip misses and he laughs awkwardly to himself.
Rachael blinks her eyes slowly at Rinn and swishes her tail, telling him in a mew, "Best to stop exaggerating, Master Rinn. Everyone knows that you can't hit the side of castle 10 feet away from it." Rinn raises an eyebrow at the teasing Rachael, but the feline just purrs, acting innocent of any wrongs.
"Uuh, I, I have limited, but, but some experience with magic trinkets of sorts. If that tiny ring fits my, my clunky finger, then it probably does, yes does something"
After retrieving the sending stones and determining their function, Rinn's attention was focused on the gleaming silver ring and the finely crafted bow. As he handled each item, he knew that they were extraordinary, and infused with elven magic.
In their excitement however, Rinn and the others overlooked one other item — a seemingly ordinary coil of elven rope lying forgotten on the stone floor.
It was the wizard who, upon entering the room to examine the gear, inadvertently brushed the rope aside with his foot, disheveling the once-neatly-coiled rope and sending it toward a nearby pile of debris and dust.
To everyone's surprise, the rope reacted in a most unexpected manner. With a sudden twitch and a flurry of movement, the rope seemed to come to life, rose and shook itself to rid its fibers of the clinging dust. The writhing movements were vigorous, and not unlike what a wet dog might do to rid its coat of unwanted rainwater. The heroes watched in astonishment as the rope performed this impromptu cleaning routine, its movements strangely lifelike and bordering on comical.
Once satisfied that it was free from the dirt and grime, the rope preened itself. Slowly, methodically, this continued for a moment ... before the rope settled once again into a neatly coiled pile.
Rinn's attention has piqued, completely forgetting the playful teasing from his familiar and now incredibly interested in the displays of magic that he's seeing around him. As he continues to hold the bow, he watches as the ring changes size and the orc's clearly-magically-enhanced jump. His familiar is less pleased, however, her attitude now skittish again as she hides behind the elf in an attempt not to be accidentally squished by the jumping Toadstool.
"I...I clearly must have been wrong in my initial assessments, actually," he says with a small, excited stutter, "Well, this is quite a remarkable find. Once we have some time back in Havenford, I would be very happy if I could study that ring, Toadstool. I believe the other wizards of the Syndicate would be very intrigued by it."
Looking passed Toadstool, he had just caught the end of the rope's canine-like cleaning, Rinn's eyes gleaming like an elf half his age. As the paladin cautiously picks it up, the wizard says, "I'm not entirely sure what sort of enchantment that rope has been imbued, but our late elven friends seem to have created quite the fascinating little friend. Have you seen anything like it, Yaudara?"
"OOf, this, this adventuring has put some, some spring back into my old legs, heh. You, you can keep the ring if you want or, or anyone else for that matter. I'm a big oaf, but, but I have other means of, of jumping. I, I'm afraid I won't be able, yes able to try the bow out. A bit small for, for me."
"Of course," says the wizard, his attention back to Toadstool. He hands the bow to the orc and taking back the ring. He offers the ring to Agnes, saying, "Interested?"
Rinn is honestly just interested in studying the magical items, but he's more than happy to share them, especially since other people may have new and interesting ideas on how to use such artifacts.
Agnes laughs at the rope behaving as it does. It reminds her of the dogs that accompany the caravan, as well as the tamed foxes and owls that deign to favor the magicians with their company as familiars. When Rinn offers her the ring, she declines. "I've not much use fer jumpin' right int' things. When needs be, I do well enough with my starfire. Maybe Yaudara'd have th' best use fer it?"
Toadstool after miserably failing to shoot a bow with his sausage fingers turns to Agnes "Yes, uuh Yaudara would do good with the rabbit ring, do good yes. He needs to get in, get out"
Rinn offers the bow to Yaudara and then takes the rope, Rachael sniffing at it, curiously and cautiously.
Rinn looks around the vault one more time and says to his companions, "I believe that this is all there is in this place. There's likely more of these kinds of ruins in these hills, and if so, I imagine that this notorious goblin king has taken them for his strongholds."
He motions towards back in the direction that they came, saying, "Come my companions, let's leave this place and try to put a stop to this goblin hoard's destruction."
After defeating the goblin lookouts, the heroes made their way closer toward the mountains where the Shadowfang Caverns could be found. It was now midday under clear skies as they moved as slowly and as quietly as they all could muster, each knowing that they were now deep within monstrous and unsafe territory.
Behind a small rocky outcrop, the adventurers crouched low, peering down at a bustling scene below. The entrance lay a few hundred feet away from them, a yawning maw opening into the mountainside. Its darkness hinted at the labyrinthine, many-leveled passages rumored to be within. From their vantage point, the heroes observed the activity at the cavern's entrance, a hive of movement and noise.
Dozens of goblins scurried about. Some were sharpening weapons or adjusting armor, preparing for the next raid or patrol perhaps. Others were engaged in loud, animated conversations, gesticulating wildly as they barked orders and insults at each other.
Amidst this chaos, a caravan of merchants had arrived, their brightly colored wagons a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. The merchants, mostly human (although there were a few halflings among them) were robed in vibrant fabrics. Goblins eagerly swarmed around the wagons, haggling and bartering for goods. Some exchanged metal coins, while others offered — likely stolen — trinkets and baubles. A pair of ogres lumbered nearby, removing heavy crates from the wagons and disappearing with the newly arrived cargo deeper into the cavern.
The merchants, unfazed by the goblins' rowdy behavior, conducted their business with a practiced efficiency. Their eyes always scanning the crowd for potential threats or opportunities. It was clear that this was not their first visit to the Shadowfang Caverns, and they navigated the chaos with a practiced air of detachment.
The leader of the merchants was dealing primarily with another human. Pale skin, slim build, his hair was greasy and dark and fell in unkempt strands around his sharp, angular face. He carried a rapier upon his hip and wore a simple leather vest over a ragged shirt and patched trousers.
The heroes watched as the last of the crates were unloaded, the thin man exchanged money with the merchants, and then the gaudily-colored traders began preparing to depart.
OOC — You are about 200' feet away from the activity near the wagons and currently hiding a rocky outcrop that grants cover. With your next post, I'd like each of you to include the results of a Dexterity (stealth) roll, and this roll may be made with advantage.*
*Reminder for Yaudara, advantage and disadvantage cancel one another out so this particular roll will just be a straight Dex (stealth) roll for our armored paladin.
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Rinn took up one of the stones as he was talking and read the inscription.
As soon as he did, the stone in his hand thrummed to life. He felt that it was awaiting a message to relay to its companion stone ... a sending stone!
Through the magic of the stone held in his hand, Rinn also became aware that the companion stone was not possessed by a creature, and therefore the spell would not activate.
OOC — Although conditions were not met to cast the spell, Rinn essentially 'tried' to activate the sending stones which was close enough for the identify-a-spell reaction to take place. Sending is DC18 to identify, and since it is on Rinn's class list, identify attempts are rolled with advantage. I rolled an advantage die for him and it was a success.
"Um... thank you," Agnes offers clumsily to the skeletons as she claims the receiving stone and hands it to Rinn. She turns back to the skeletons. "We dun' mean t'disturb yer rest. This is all sort of accidental, ya see. Them gobs was in that tree up above, 'n then there was a bugbear. Well, I won't bore ya with the details, but let's just say that maybe this was meant to happen fer all of us! Elves is fond of stars, I think..." She speaks a word and waves her hand, and a tiny shooting star descends from above to land gently on each skull (prestidigitation). "May Mother Moon watch over ya, 'n guide ya through peaceful dreamin' everlastin'."
Yaudara smiles at that. "Very nice of you. Feel free to acquire whatever you need. I'll stand guard."
Rinn smiles at the pair of stones, saying to Agnes, "I think that these will come in handy. Each of them can send short messages between the two of them, allowing you to communicate long distances." He activates the stone with a few elvish words and Agnes hears the words of Rinn in her mind, "Pretty neat, isn't it?"
Looking down at the skeletons, he says, "Thank you again. I promise you, your treasures will be used well. I hope that we can rid these lands of the goblins that defiled your once-proud halls." As he says that, he starts to look through everything else, taking the ring and the bow to examine them further.
OOC - Rinn attempts to see if either of the other items are magic. Arcana 8 + 5 = 13 for bow. 4 + 5 = 9 for ring. I will assume that neither succeed.
"Neither of these appear magical," says Rinn and looks to his companions, "but perhaps someone might want this ring or bow? I learned elven archery before I left to join the Syndicate, but I believe my aim is still as keen as it was then..." His voice trails off as he remembers how often his Fire Bolt cantrip misses and he laughs awkwardly to himself.
Rachael blinks her eyes slowly at Rinn and swishes her tail, telling him in a mew, "Best to stop exaggerating, Master Rinn. Everyone knows that you can't hit the side of castle 10 feet away from it." Rinn raises an eyebrow at the teasing Rachael, but the feline just purrs, acting innocent of any wrongs.
"Uuh, I, I have limited, but, but some experience with magic trinkets of sorts. If that tiny ring fits my, my clunky finger, then it probably does, yes does something"
Toadstool takes an tries to put on the ring.
After retrieving the sending stones and determining their function, Rinn's attention was focused on the gleaming silver ring and the finely crafted bow. As he handled each item, he knew that they were extraordinary, and infused with elven magic.
In their excitement however, Rinn and the others overlooked one other item — a seemingly ordinary coil of elven rope lying forgotten on the stone floor.
It was the wizard who, upon entering the room to examine the gear, inadvertently brushed the rope aside with his foot, disheveling the once-neatly-coiled rope and sending it toward a nearby pile of debris and dust.
To everyone's surprise, the rope reacted in a most unexpected manner. With a sudden twitch and a flurry of movement, the rope seemed to come to life, rose and shook itself to rid its fibers of the clinging dust. The writhing movements were vigorous, and not unlike what a wet dog might do to rid its coat of unwanted rainwater. The heroes watched in astonishment as the rope performed this impromptu cleaning routine, its movements strangely lifelike and bordering on comical.
Once satisfied that it was free from the dirt and grime, the rope preened itself. Slowly, methodically, this continued for a moment ... before the rope settled once again into a neatly coiled pile.
As Toadstool placed the silver ring upon his finger, it changed in shape and size, adapting physically to accommodate his orcish dimensions.
Upon the now-quite-wide silver band, an engraving of a hare could be seen ... and the druid's steps felt strangely springy.
As the rope gets its groove on, Toads startles and jumps away (hopefuly I don't hit the cieling :D)
Yaudara watched the rope's movements, then cautiously approached it after it had settled down and picked it up.
Toadstool meant to only hop a few feet away ... but he ended up jumping about six feet.
The rope, after being picked up cautiously by the paladin, remained inanimate.
Rinn's attention has piqued, completely forgetting the playful teasing from his familiar and now incredibly interested in the displays of magic that he's seeing around him. As he continues to hold the bow, he watches as the ring changes size and the orc's clearly-magically-enhanced jump. His familiar is less pleased, however, her attitude now skittish again as she hides behind the elf in an attempt not to be accidentally squished by the jumping Toadstool.
"I...I clearly must have been wrong in my initial assessments, actually," he says with a small, excited stutter, "Well, this is quite a remarkable find. Once we have some time back in Havenford, I would be very happy if I could study that ring, Toadstool. I believe the other wizards of the Syndicate would be very intrigued by it."
Looking passed Toadstool, he had just caught the end of the rope's canine-like cleaning, Rinn's eyes gleaming like an elf half his age. As the paladin cautiously picks it up, the wizard says, "I'm not entirely sure what sort of enchantment that rope has been imbued, but our late elven friends seem to have created quite the fascinating little friend. Have you seen anything like it, Yaudara?"
"OOf, this, this adventuring has put some, some spring back into my old legs, heh. You, you can keep the ring if you want or, or anyone else for that matter. I'm a big oaf, but, but I have other means of, of jumping. I, I'm afraid I won't be able, yes able to try the bow out. A bit small for, for me."
"Of course," says the wizard, his attention back to Toadstool. He hands the bow to the orc and taking back the ring. He offers the ring to Agnes, saying, "Interested?"
Rinn is honestly just interested in studying the magical items, but he's more than happy to share them, especially since other people may have new and interesting ideas on how to use such artifacts.
"OOh, this is tiny ooh my ooh my..."
There must be an arrow around here somewhere. If he's able to find it, then Toads will try to shoot at the wall where nobody is near or a box/barrel.
16 D20 + Dex mod probably....
Agnes laughs at the rope behaving as it does. It reminds her of the dogs that accompany the caravan, as well as the tamed foxes and owls that deign to favor the magicians with their company as familiars. When Rinn offers her the ring, she declines. "I've not much use fer jumpin' right int' things. When needs be, I do well enough with my starfire. Maybe Yaudara'd have th' best use fer it?"
Toadstool after miserably failing to shoot a bow with his sausage fingers turns to Agnes "Yes, uuh Yaudara would do good with the rabbit ring, do good yes. He needs to get in, get out"
Yaudara shakes the unresponsive rope, then nods. "Sure, we can trade. Perhaps the rope would do better with one of its own...maker's kind."
Rinn offers the bow to Yaudara and then takes the rope, Rachael sniffing at it, curiously and cautiously.
Rinn looks around the vault one more time and says to his companions, "I believe that this is all there is in this place. There's likely more of these kinds of ruins in these hills, and if so, I imagine that this notorious goblin king has taken them for his strongholds."
He motions towards back in the direction that they came, saying, "Come my companions, let's leave this place and try to put a stop to this goblin hoard's destruction."
Yaudara politely takes the bow, though he has no use for it, and gives up the rope. "I'll carry it for the party, at least."
After defeating the goblin lookouts, the heroes made their way closer toward the mountains where the Shadowfang Caverns could be found. It was now midday under clear skies as they moved as slowly and as quietly as they all could muster, each knowing that they were now deep within monstrous and unsafe territory.
Behind a small rocky outcrop, the adventurers crouched low, peering down at a bustling scene below. The entrance lay a few hundred feet away from them, a yawning maw opening into the mountainside. Its darkness hinted at the labyrinthine, many-leveled passages rumored to be within. From their vantage point, the heroes observed the activity at the cavern's entrance, a hive of movement and noise.
Dozens of goblins scurried about. Some were sharpening weapons or adjusting armor, preparing for the next raid or patrol perhaps. Others were engaged in loud, animated conversations, gesticulating wildly as they barked orders and insults at each other.
Amidst this chaos, a caravan of merchants had arrived, their brightly colored wagons a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. The merchants, mostly human (although there were a few halflings among them) were robed in vibrant fabrics. Goblins eagerly swarmed around the wagons, haggling and bartering for goods. Some exchanged metal coins, while others offered — likely stolen — trinkets and baubles. A pair of ogres lumbered nearby, removing heavy crates from the wagons and disappearing with the newly arrived cargo deeper into the cavern.
The merchants, unfazed by the goblins' rowdy behavior, conducted their business with a practiced efficiency. Their eyes always scanning the crowd for potential threats or opportunities. It was clear that this was not their first visit to the Shadowfang Caverns, and they navigated the chaos with a practiced air of detachment.
The leader of the merchants was dealing primarily with another human. Pale skin, slim build, his hair was greasy and dark and fell in unkempt strands around his sharp, angular face. He carried a rapier upon his hip and wore a simple leather vest over a ragged shirt and patched trousers.
The heroes watched as the last of the crates were unloaded, the thin man exchanged money with the merchants, and then the gaudily-colored traders began preparing to depart.
OOC — You are about 200' feet away from the activity near the wagons and currently hiding a rocky outcrop that grants cover. With your next post, I'd like each of you to include the results of a Dexterity (stealth) roll, and this roll may be made with advantage.*
*Reminder for Yaudara, advantage and disadvantage cancel one another out so this particular roll will just be a straight Dex (stealth) roll for our armored paladin.