Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Mucor insight check! 24

Mucor- It takes you a couple hours but you manage to to create a rudimentary mantra that helps you focus your thoughts and ease into a trance easier.  Throughout the exercise and for the second two hours you are able to revisit and remember various aspects of your dreams and connect the dots more readily by slipping into and out of a trance state.  The others come to consciousness and you begin to discuss your dreams with one another.

"So wait, did we all have the same dream except for Mucor?  I also had one about Kar'gal."  Gaelin adds to the conversation once awake.

History:24

(To see if Gaelin knows anything about the feywild other than what he's heard.  Specifically, are there copies of people in the feywild or is there a way to jump between planes without the spell?)

Gaelin- You would know, from the fragments of truth in stories your father told you, that there are sections of the material plane that have portals to other planes where there are tears or weaknesses in the fabric of reality. Though there are a multitude of fey and demonic creatures that can shapeshift to match another being's appearance, there are no identical copies of beings in the feywild or shadowfell. 

"My dream didnt have any were creatures in it.. as far as I know..." Mucor would reply with a look of concern as he thinks hard about his vision. "I believe your dreams are probably more useful right now... I think we should focus on those. I believe we should take care of the were tigers problem as soon as possible." Mucor would say as he runs his forehead, trying to change the subject away from his vision as he shakes his head and looks towards his companions. 

"From what I remember there was a large fortress with a lot of werewolves, weretigers and wererats.  I don't know if this plane is the best to engage them but if we can force them back to our plane we might stand a chance.  There was also an unfrozen pool guarded by a bunch of weretigers.  My dad used to tell me stories about portals to the other planes where there were tears in reality.  Maybe that pool is the portal."  Gaelin adds. 

"Good.  You're getting better." Aryn says patting Mucor on the head congratulating him on being able to sleep better. Once everyone's awake and talking about their dreams,  "Let's check with Rowan and see what she has to say.  She sounded like she had a plan and perhaps she can give us more knowledge on the portals between planes."  Aryn responds

(Apologies all.  Busy day today.  Hope to post tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.)

(Would Jinara know Wymeron's race/class and background? History check if appropriate = 13)

Jinara- Wymeron is a human cleric who you know has been the leader of the temple of Davara in Zago (Azuven large city on the west coast of Telgun) for at least 3 years before you arrived.  He looks to be in his mid 30's but you would know that he is between 40-45.  He served in the armies of the Azuven empire as a medic but was known for his fury on the battlefields.  Before the Drekthar wars he would stand in the front lines wielding a sword and shield and charge fearlessly into battle.  He was the lone survivor of a raid on an enemy outpost that turned into an ambush and was only saved thanks to his clerical abilities.  The event left him tattered and his personality seemed to change into the strict but less fury filled man you know.  He was honorably discharged from service and began to work in the temples quickly working his way up the ranks to his current position.   It's been almost two years since you left the temple, but the remembrance of Wymeron still brings a bitter pang in your heart.  

Everyone- You all dress and leave the sparking confines of Valeera's den to return to the village.  You land a short bit away and the village seems to have awakened with the passage of time.  Multiple villagers walk about the area giving you curious but respectful gazes.  Many wave and shout sincere words to Valeera, happy at her return while others rush up to hug the dragon walking amongst you as a red haired female.  You arrive at Rowan's home and find her in good spirits, "Ah I see you haven't died.  I knew I could trust you." she says, her back to you as she works on breakfast with a hidden smile. Arcane energy lights up around her hands as she grabs some small plates.  "I hope you're hungry." she says happily as vines once again sprout from the ground and form chairs and couches for you to sit.  She waltzes over and hands each of you a plate then carefully places a single blueish black berry in the center of the plate.  "Enjoy." she says popping one of the berries in her mouth.  Valeera quickly downs the berry and each of you follow suit.  The berry is sweet and tangy.  As soon as it hits your stomach you feel full and a small burst of energy rush through you.  Rowan chuckles to herself and gathers the plates setting them back on the cupboard then takes a seat between Mucor and Aryn. She pinches Aryn's cheeks then Mucor's and pauses squinting questioningly then grabs Mucor's face in her hands and licks his cheek.  "You too are adorable... and you, you've got some new skin... Hmmm, tastes like pond scum and burnt hair.  You must've been a Minotaur...   How do you like it?"  she asks Aryn rhetorically then turns to the group, " Now, how was your fist night in the Feywild?  Did anyone see anything interesting?"

Torq coughs to try and cover up his half cackle at the sight of Rowan licking Mucor's face and her response.  After a moment of repose he calmly says clearing his throat, "Yes... actually Aryn, Gaelin and I all had a similar if not the same dream.  Are you familiar with a weretiger named Kar'gal?"  In our dream he was hold up in a snowy fortress away from here."

Aryn is completely taken off guard and freezes for a moment looking at Rowan with curious eyes then smiles and nods.  "Thank you...Yes, I had the same dream as Torq."

Rowan's smile fades and grows serious.  "The scoundrel has them all fooled.  His fortress is located to the south.  He's organized a deal with the two queens to retain his castle and uses it as a hideout from those who wish to kill him.  He’s been launching attacks on the nearby villages to expand his territory.  How do you know of him? Has he been seen on your plane?”

Mucor would freeze up like a board the second his face was licked. "Oh! uh... So you can tell that by licking me? I guess I would have hoped I would taste better... So now do I lick you? I must be honest... there is much more to being an elf than I had realized." He would say as he tried not to move... worried he might offend their host. "As for my first night... well Aryn helped me to work on my trance... and during my trace I had a vision, but I don't think it is related to your weretiger problem... once we leave the feywild It might be worth looking into..." He would say kind of trailing off.. and looking towards the ground. "Hey, um... just wondering... so there are were bears and wolves and tigers... are there any wereminotaurs? or other curses that might result in a minotaur happening? Other than two minotaurs mating of course.... just... wondering."

"We've heard of him.  We took out a werewolf infested cave and the leader of the group told us about him and even showed us an arcane representation so we'd recognize him.  He said Kar'gal travels the seas of our plane and never goes inland.  Are you aware of any way other than spells to travel between planes?  My father used to tell me stories about portals between planes and in our dream we saw a liquid clear pool of water guarded by a bunch of weretigers that remained unfrozen."  Gaelin adds.

Rowan laughs loudly at Mucor's response and says, "Go ahead if you like.  I'ts the same as it always has been.  When you get to my age and see the things I've seen, you can just tell.   You look fine in your new shape, quite a looker and don't worry about the trances they'll come naturally soon enough.  In terms of minotaurs they aren't like lycans... most are born to families cursed by some witch or hag that has a vendetta against the family. Natural born minotaurs are so rare that I've only heard tale of a handful.  After about 40 years the creature's natural temperment turns even the most docile into spiteful rage mongers."  As Gaelin speaks she listens intently thinking deeply as each word hangs in her mind. "I see" she replies then adds, "There are multiple portals between the feywild and your plane.  Some are temporary, lasting only a few seconds... some are periodic and only open once every day, year or century and still others are permanent.  The pool you mentioned might very well be a portal....  Water works as an excellent medium and it would explain how he is so frequently seen on both planes..."  she thinks for a few minutes upon hearing this new information and begins casting a spell.  Green arcane energy glows around her fingers and the wooden floor in front of you begins to sprout small trees, mountains and castles creating a miniature map of the area.

"This is the location of the fortress and here is the bridge Kar'gal and his lycans have been using to enter into the howling forest.  We can't destroy the bridge.  It is protected by ancient magic that surpasses all of our skill.   However, if we could create a barricade to cut-off their supplies we might be able to thin the flock within the forest."

"Don't lick her." Aryn snaps patting Mucor's hand while she rolls her eyes.  "So if Kar'gal has a permanent portal he could travel at will between planes?  Damn, that's nifty.  We can assist with the barricade on the bridge...  Do you think an assault on the fortress is too risky?  I know there were a lot of werewolves and weretigers on the walls and in the fortress from our dreams but we can probably take them."  she says eager to kill some more bad guys.

Gaelin smiles at Mucor's comments and glances over to Aryn with a smile that quickly disappears when she snaps at Mucor.  Listening to Rowan talk about the bridge he thinks for a moment hearing Aryn respond and adds, "Barricading a bridge doesn't seem that hard. We could probably knock that out in an our or so."

"Agreed. A few powerful glyphs placed strategically and a physical barrier would go a long way. " Jinara says

"That's precisely the issue that has ailed me.  The ancient magic used to create the bridge prevents such spells in the area.  The bridge itself is rather mundane.  It's a large rope suspended bridge made from huge trees that lie as it's planks.  It was built as a coordinated effort between the giants, ogres, satyrs and other fey during a time of peace.  The magic that created it also prevents other magic from being used within 30-40 feet.  The bridge is also enchanted to allow passage to any object or creature but anything left for more than an hour in the area of the bridge's magic is disintegrated to ash.  Years after its creation times have changed and the rights to the bridge have been a constant battleground.  Kar'gal and his lycans have held claim to the bridge for the last decade or so.  In order to create a barricade we'd have to elimate all threats in the area then block off a much larger area in front of the bridge.  While I could create an area of debris to cover that large of a space individually, it would've put me at great risk of attack.  However with your help I believe we can stave off any attackers while those capable create a sufficiently large barricade.  That is, if you wish to aid us in this cause."  Rowan replies.