As Balasar is introducing his family to Skoth, Elaric and Wendell approach the group. Elaric's demeanor is annoyed but excited. Wendell's is worried.
"Balasar! Skoth! We need to-" Wendell looks at Guan Hao for a moment, squints then blinks in surprise, "Why did... nevermind. It's not important. Elaric says he found-" He pauses again and stares at Guan Hao for another second before shaking his head, "NOT IMPORTANT! What is important is that Elaric found something in the ruins, something that bears looking into."
On the contrary, I think it might be exceedingly important, Balasar replies, with a hint of amusement in his voice. But where are my manners? This is my cousin, Karash, and his new bride, Gisi, recently arrived from Icewind Dale on their way to High Hills. Karash and Gisi, this is Wendell Rolfe, who hails from these parts, and this is Elaric Carsalon; both have proven themselves worthy companions, and have just come from the ruins I spoke of, bearing tidings of further adventure, I take it. Pray tell, gentlemen, what have you discovered, and how might we assist?
Quirking one quizzical brow at Guan Hao, Elaric pauses, a faint frown pursing his lips before shrugging as if to say to each their own. Exchanging polite greetings with the assembled group, the Elf wastes no time relaying his news. "In my preliminary explorations of the ruins, I've made several interesting discoveries. First - and most startling - is that I found a moonlit forest growing beneath the ruins. Second, I discovered an old journal" here the elf holds up a weathered and tattered-looking journal for the group's inspection, "which leads me to believe the forest is actually part of the ruins and that the ruins are FAR more extensive than I would have believed possible - an entry in the journal mentioned a camp set up one week's journey down from the forest. Third, the beginning of the forest is covered in spider webs far larger than could be spun by ordinary spiders. If you are willing, my friends, I propose we go for a little jaunt in the woods. I happen to be working on a magical creation which could potentially prove beneficial to the entire party and one of the key ingredients is Ettercap silk. I am not certain, but I believe we may have just stumbled upon a good source of the material." Elaric flips through the journal, finally settling on a specific place, and turns it about for the party to see. The book is open to the following entry:
After the back wall fell and the passage came to light, Torm has taken to calling our stronghold the "Inverted Tower." I quite like the name, feel it gives the place something of a mythic quality. And, at this point, it's certainly accurate.
I don't know what spells old Archmage Rathus invoked, but we've still not reached the "top" of the structure. We've set up a second based camp about a week's journey down. Travel is easy enough between the two camps; the path curves down at such a shallow incline that it often feels like we're walking in a straight line. In truth, as near as I can tell, the tower is a single massive spiral, with branching side rooms that can range up to two thousand feet across.
First outpost is a little past the Moonlit Garden (Torm's idea again, man has a gift). From there, it's a week on to the first main camp. Torm's just come back so I'm gearing up to head down now. I'll have to remind all the new hirelings to stay on the path in the garden. If they step off, as long as they follow our instructions we shouldn't have any more incidents.
"Needless to say, I'm not thrilled about the prospect of abberations hunting freely so close to my family's lands." Wendell smiles in spite of his worry, "Which I guess include my own now; I can't spare a great deal of time, still plenty to do to set the farm up, but I can spare a day or two to assist if we want to corral the spider-spawn. I think, given the nature of Elaric's project, it might be more beneficial to capture rather than kill, but a dead monster is better than dead neighbors."
Wendell looks around,
"Has anyone seen Skoth? If beasts are involved, I'd feel more comfortable with him around."
Gently turning the book about in his hands, the sage replies, "It is remarkably well preserved, considering its age and probable stint in the ruins. However, based on the construction materials, wording, and events mentioned within, I would estimate the journal to be between 450 and 500 years old."
Wendell leaves off his conversation regarding the journal, "I have to make a few preparations for the trip down. Should we plan on heading to the ruins tomorrow? That should be ample time to summon Fluss back and decide on spells."
Wendell leaves off his conversation regarding the journal, "I have to make a few preparations for the trip down. Should we plan on heading to the ruins tomorrow? That should be ample time to summon Fluss back and decide on spells."
Guan Hao approaches Wendell and lays a quiet hand on his shoulder.
"Wizard," he whispers, casting furtive glances to and fro, "I fear something is amiss. Can you...can you sense anything?"
Wendell considers for a moment, then gestures and says "Themm". His eyes flash purple for a moment, and he inspects the mark on Guan Hao's forehead.
"Hmm... Seems to be a very weak aura of Transmutation about you. I can't get rid of it, but it seems like it will fade in time. I could also cover it up if you wish?"
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While Karash and Gisi are being shown around town, Gong will spend his time attuning his new boots to himself.
As Balasar is introducing his family to Skoth, Elaric and Wendell approach the group. Elaric's demeanor is annoyed but excited. Wendell's is worried.
"Balasar! Skoth! We need to-" Wendell looks at Guan Hao for a moment, squints then blinks in surprise, "Why did... nevermind. It's not important. Elaric says he found-" He pauses again and stares at Guan Hao for another second before shaking his head, "NOT IMPORTANT! What is important is that Elaric found something in the ruins, something that bears looking into."
On the contrary, I think it might be exceedingly important, Balasar replies, with a hint of amusement in his voice. But where are my manners? This is my cousin, Karash, and his new bride, Gisi, recently arrived from Icewind Dale on their way to High Hills. Karash and Gisi, this is Wendell Rolfe, who hails from these parts, and this is Elaric Carsalon; both have proven themselves worthy companions, and have just come from the ruins I spoke of, bearing tidings of further adventure, I take it. Pray tell, gentlemen, what have you discovered, and how might we assist?
Quirking one quizzical brow at Guan Hao, Elaric pauses, a faint frown pursing his lips before shrugging as if to say to each their own. Exchanging polite greetings with the assembled group, the Elf wastes no time relaying his news. "In my preliminary explorations of the ruins, I've made several interesting discoveries. First - and most startling - is that I found a moonlit forest growing beneath the ruins. Second, I discovered an old journal" here the elf holds up a weathered and tattered-looking journal for the group's inspection, "which leads me to believe the forest is actually part of the ruins and that the ruins are FAR more extensive than I would have believed possible - an entry in the journal mentioned a camp set up one week's journey down from the forest. Third, the beginning of the forest is covered in spider webs far larger than could be spun by ordinary spiders. If you are willing, my friends, I propose we go for a little jaunt in the woods. I happen to be working on a magical creation which could potentially prove beneficial to the entire party and one of the key ingredients is Ettercap silk. I am not certain, but I believe we may have just stumbled upon a good source of the material." Elaric flips through the journal, finally settling on a specific place, and turns it about for the party to see. The book is open to the following entry:
After the back wall fell and the passage came to light, Torm has taken to calling our stronghold the "Inverted Tower." I quite like the name, feel it gives the place something of a mythic quality. And, at this point, it's certainly accurate.
I don't know what spells old Archmage Rathus invoked, but we've still not reached the "top" of the structure. We've set up a second based camp about a week's journey down. Travel is easy enough between the two camps; the path curves down at such a shallow incline that it often feels like we're walking in a straight line. In truth, as near as I can tell, the tower is a single massive spiral, with branching side rooms that can range up to two thousand feet across.
First outpost is a little past the Moonlit Garden (Torm's idea again, man has a gift). From there, it's a week on to the first main camp. Torm's just come back so I'm gearing up to head down now. I'll have to remind all the new hirelings to stay on the path in the garden. If they step off, as long as they follow our instructions we shouldn't have any more incidents.
"Needless to say, I'm not thrilled about the prospect of abberations hunting freely so close to my family's lands." Wendell smiles in spite of his worry, "Which I guess include my own now; I can't spare a great deal of time, still plenty to do to set the farm up, but I can spare a day or two to assist if we want to corral the spider-spawn. I think, given the nature of Elaric's project, it might be more beneficial to capture rather than kill, but a dead monster is better than dead neighbors."
Wendell looks around,
"Has anyone seen Skoth? If beasts are involved, I'd feel more comfortable with him around."
Gong's available! I mean, if you need a healer or a monk or something....
Elaric... how old do you think that journal is?
Gently turning the book about in his hands, the sage replies, "It is remarkably well preserved, considering its age and probable stint in the ruins. However, based on the construction materials, wording, and events mentioned within, I would estimate the journal to be between 450 and 500 years old."
Guan Hao, feel free to make another perception check. DC 10.
Guan Hao Perception check: 18
Glancing in a window, Guan Hao notices that he appears to have something written on his forehead. On closer inspection, he can read
Guan Hao squints, leans in closer to the glass, frowns, says "Curious..." and rubs his hand across his brow.
The letters do not smudge or get removed.
Guan Hao glances around. What are Wendell and Elaric doing?
Poring over the journal and discussing elements of the Glamoured clothing formula.
13 If you're looking for the source, make a perception roll.
Guan Hao's Perception: 7
This was probably some curse one of the Black Earth Cultists put on you.
Wendell leaves off his conversation regarding the journal, "I have to make a few preparations for the trip down. Should we plan on heading to the ruins tomorrow? That should be ample time to summon Fluss back and decide on spells."
Guan Hao approaches Wendell and lays a quiet hand on his shoulder.
"Wizard," he whispers, casting furtive glances to and fro, "I fear something is amiss. Can you...can you sense anything?"
He waves vaguely at his face.
Wendell considers for a moment, then gestures and says "Themm". His eyes flash purple for a moment, and he inspects the mark on Guan Hao's forehead.
"Hmm... Seems to be a very weak aura of Transmutation about you. I can't get rid of it, but it seems like it will fade in time. I could also cover it up if you wish?"