Zarbyn moves up to join Vydar, Lira, and Amdaeng. "This is beginning to feel too easy. Do you think anyone else has explored this far?"
"Maybe instead of traps there monsters lurking ahead."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lira hears nothing except the sound of their breathing and Ning snoring. (We had a strange rectangular door that seems out of place in this palace and a huge grand entranceway at the end of the hall. Lira notes that the dust in the hall covers the grand entrance. There is NO dust on the rectangular doorway. Amdaeng notes that the hinges are also not rusted but seem clean and oiled.
As Lira opens the door, the group sees a most surprising sight. The room is an armory. It is filled almost any weapon you could think of, bows, crossbows, arrows, armor of all varieties (up to Splint mail). A rack of pole arms (Halberts, Spears, Glaives), hammers, maces, short swords, long swords, great swords, axes. A rack of beautiful embossed shields line a wall. A shield stands out to Iolinder. It has the symbol of Telak on it (A sword emblam). A glaive stands out to Lev. It has a scale of justice engraved on the iron blade. Amdaeng sees a set of Brass knuckles that catch her eye. Various daggers and other implements are strewn on a table. None of the armor or weapons seem old. They are all in mint condition. The room itself is also magically lit. There is no dust on the floor or resting on the armor or weapons. It it as if the room has been untouched by time.
In the center of the room is the strangest sight of all. Two large scales large enough to hold something as large as armor hang by a chain arm with an anvil in the center.(A scale of justice). Written on the top of the anvil is the following:
Lira steps inside, studying the objects uncertainly before reaching the scale and reading the inscription.
"An...exchange?" She guesses aloud, resting her hands on her hips as she considers. Removing her leather armor, she moves to grab some studded leather armor and places them on opposite sides of the scale to see what happens.
"Maybe it's magical in nature and can sense the worth of the objects on the scale?"
Zarbyn wonders aloud, "Could be a way to help prevent theft, I dunno?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The scales balance. The clothes and leather disappear. The scale remains balanced with the studded leather still on one side. The armor is very nice and looks like it was just made.
Lev frowns, still a little foggy from the drug. A glaive with scales of justice on it? This seems... odd.
He watches as Lira makes an exchange on the scales. Hesitantly, he takes the glaive with the engraving, and sets it on one scale and his on the other. It feels wrong to place his old glaive on the scale, it's been with him for... how many years? But then again, if it doesn't matter if he has to give it up if he gets something in return that will help him in the future... with whatever fate awaits him.
He can't help but stare coldly at the scale of justice, still unsure how he feels about this whole thing, but now isn't the time to think about it. That's for later, when he can speak to Iiolinder.
Zarbyn sees the scales balance when regular clothes and leather armor are weighed against studded leather so he selects a suit of studded leather for himself and tries to balance the scales the same way Lira did.
"Hopefully, it should work the same each time... I hope?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lira moves to follow Vydar, greatly unnerved by the lack of traps in the hallway.
Zarbyn moves up to join Vydar, Lira, and Amdaeng. "This is beginning to feel too easy. Do you think anyone else has explored this far?"
"Maybe instead of traps there monsters lurking ahead."
"That would make sense." Lira nods at Zarbyn's comment, leaning to listen at the large double doors for any sounds of movement behind them.
Perception: 16
Lira hears nothing except the sound of their breathing and Ning snoring.
(We had a strange rectangular door that seems out of place in this palace and a huge grand entranceway at the end of the hall. Lira notes that the dust in the hall covers the grand entrance. There is NO dust on the rectangular doorway. Amdaeng notes that the hinges are also not rusted but seem clean and oiled.
Amdaeng is confused, " This door seems.....new..."
"Yes, it's strange." Lira murmurs, moving over to the small rectangular door. She cautiously reaches out to check if it is locked.
There is no lock in the door and vydar and Lira detect no traps.
Lira casts a glance at the others before opening the door to peer at what lies beyond.
Perception: 17
As Lira opens the door, the group sees a most surprising sight. The room is an armory. It is filled almost any weapon you could think of, bows, crossbows, arrows, armor of all varieties (up to Splint mail). A rack of pole arms (Halberts, Spears, Glaives), hammers, maces, short swords, long swords, great swords, axes. A rack of beautiful embossed shields line a wall. A shield stands out to Iolinder. It has the symbol of Telak on it (A sword emblam). A glaive stands out to Lev. It has a scale of justice engraved on the iron blade. Amdaeng sees a set of Brass knuckles that catch her eye. Various daggers and other implements are strewn on a table. None of the armor or weapons seem old. They are all in mint condition. The room itself is also magically lit. There is no dust on the floor or resting on the armor or weapons. It it as if the room has been untouched by time.
In the center of the room is the strangest sight of all. Two large scales large enough to hold something as large as armor hang by a chain arm with an anvil in the center.(A scale of justice). Written on the top of the anvil is the following:
Take with one hand, give with the other
Lira steps inside, studying the objects uncertainly before reaching the scale and reading the inscription.
"An...exchange?" She guesses aloud, resting her hands on her hips as she considers. Removing her leather armor, she moves to grab some studded leather armor and places them on opposite sides of the scale to see what happens.
The scales tips back and forth and goes down a bit on the studded leather side.
"Maybe it's magical in nature and can sense the worth of the objects on the scale?"
Zarbyn wonders aloud, "Could be a way to help prevent theft, I dunno?"
"Hm...or maybe weight?" Lira tries adding her common clothes to the leather side since she is wearing her cold weather ones now anyway.
The scales balance. The clothes and leather disappear.
The scale remains balanced with the studded leather still on one side. The armor is very nice and looks like it was just made.
"There we go." Lira takes the new armor with a satisfied smirk and equips it.
(Lira acquires studded leather armor: roll a d20)
7
Lev frowns, still a little foggy from the drug. A glaive with scales of justice on it? This seems... odd.
He watches as Lira makes an exchange on the scales. Hesitantly, he takes the glaive with the engraving, and sets it on one scale and his on the other. It feels wrong to place his old glaive on the scale, it's been with him for... how many years? But then again, if it doesn't matter if he has to give it up if he gets something in return that will help him in the future... with whatever fate awaits him.
He can't help but stare coldly at the scale of justice, still unsure how he feels about this whole thing, but now isn't the time to think about it. That's for later, when he can speak to Iiolinder.
Zarbyn sees the scales balance when regular clothes and leather armor are weighed against studded leather so he selects a suit of studded leather for himself and tries to balance the scales the same way Lira did.
"Hopefully, it should work the same each time... I hope?"
As Lev places his glaive on one side and then the engraved one on the other, his disappears. (roll a d20)
Zarbyn finds a similar result as Lira (roll a d20)
Lira
Lira acquired Glamoured Studded Leather
as the drowsy Lev balances the two Glaives Lira notes some writing on the shaft of the new weapon
It says “K N O X”