Mikkael looks troubled at the talk of dreams. I did sense something... strange about my dreams last night, like there was voices in another room, I couldn’t understood what was said but I could hear them almost calling to me. It was disconcerting.
You make your way through the city to the College of Magic clear on the other side. The streets are far from crowded and the farther you travel the less people you see.
Earthhand gives the nepotistically employed cleric a look as his talk of dreams is corroborated, his gaze softening somewhat. "Ahh Mikkael, Oi don' mean ter give yeh a hard time, yer at yer sister's bidding, same as any o' us Oi suppose,"the druid says, patting the cleric's back in a way that's supposed to be encouraging but probably comes across as a little condescending. He nods at Varris and waits for the former warlock initiate to elaborate on his comment confirming eldritch visions as omens, before continuing toward the College of Magic, muttering to himself, snippets from his speech audible to those around him. "Ularian's breath...nobles...divine souls...same...all yer arcane knowledge fer what...aberration...no face...four feckin' arms aen a giant feckin' chest-mouth...none o' this in teh Zephyr Peaks..."
What sort of skill check would I make if I wanted to try to recall details of my dream for insight into the creature I saw?
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
As you aproach the University of Magic you see one of the marvels of Etheria, Dalben’s Spire. An Eldermade tower that reaches impossibly high, it’s grey walls perfectly smooth, it’s top floors seemingly lost in the clouds. Drawing nearer you see that the buildings sorrounding and connected to the tower are old, but much newer than the tower itself and clearly the work of the current age. A young looking elf at the gate greets you.
Hello there, I’m afraid general access hours to the university end at sundown, we are open to the public again at dawn.
Earthhand gives the nepotistically employed cleric a look as his talk of dreams is corroborated, his gaze softening somewhat. "Ahh Mikkael, Oi don' mean ter give yeh a hard time, yer at yer sister's bidding, same as any o' us Oi suppose,"the druid says, patting the cleric's back in a way that's supposed to be encouraging but probably comes across as a little condescending. He nods at Varris and waits for the former warlock initiate to elaborate on his comment confirming eldritch visions as omens, before continuing toward the College of Magic, muttering to himself, snippets from his speech audible to those around him. "Ularian's breath...nobles...divine souls...same...all yer arcane knowledge fer what...aberration...no face...four feckin' arms aen a giant feckin' chest-mouth...none o' this in teh Zephyr Peaks..."
What sort of skill check would I make if I wanted to try to recall details of my dream for insight into the creature I saw?
Before the College of Magic...
Mikkael hems for a moment and then. I appreciate the sentiment, Earthhand, truly. However I must correct you on one point. I’m not here at my sister’s bidding, she’s not here at mine. We are both trained clerics of Rialle, and she had insisted on leading this mission herself. I was only able to convince her against it by coming with you myself. He blows his breath out in a half sigh. I thought there would be danger, not as much as we’ve seen, but some, and I couldn’t bear to see her at risk, so here I am.
Give me an arcane, wisdom, and history. Anyone else can give me a perception to remember dreams.
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Arcana: 11; Wisdom: 21; History: 5
Before the College:
Earthhand looks at the cleric with somewhat of a renewed (new?) respect, himself understanding the nature of personal sacrifice to protect the one's you love. "M'pologies, Mikkael, Oi shouldn't be so quick ter judge...either o' yeh. S'jus' Oi've ne'er gotten teh best treatment from holy men, what being a 'nature sorcerer', as one Etherian priest put it. Aen between yeh an me," he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper to Mikkael. "A noble back in teh Zephyr Mountains used moy family's druidic haven fer land development." He meets the cleric's eye and holds out his weathered hand to shake.
Approaching the College:
Earthhand gapes openly, marveling at the Spire as the group approaches. As the elf tells the party the College is closed, he turns to the party, addressing Aedra and Varris in a whisper. "One o' yeh wanna handle this sylvan gummer?"
Mikkael smiles brightly and shakes Thorok's hand. Darna and I have some lands outside the city, an estate and several smaller lodges our father loved. There's one in particular that I was always fond of, one of the smaller ones, on a lake near the Glimmerdark forest. Our father taught us to fish and swim there, we would go in the summers. Perhaps when this is settled we could go out there with some kenobi and do some serious fishing.
Earthhand, you remember the dream you had. vague shapes and in the darkness, tortured voices and gibbering cries, a four armed creature with a horrible slavering mouth is searching for you as you hide in the darkness. You begin to feel yourself slipping in to madness as your psyche is assailed by the creature's impossibility, your mind is slipping away from you, or you from it. As it seems you will be lost forever to darkness a seed appears in your mind, you focus on it and it sprouts, green and full of life, driving back the darkness and it's roots mooring you to the world. The terror melts away from you, but the fear remains.
Mikkael clears his throat and addresses the attendant. My sister, Darna Kealara, has sent us here to speak with Renzton Windsong. He should be expecting us.
Ah, Miss Kealara’s friends, of course... I’ve just sent a message to Adept Windsong, he’ll meet you in the Great Hall, it’s the largest building attached to the tower directly across the main courtyard.
Crossing the darkened courtyard you see marvelous topiaries of different animals, dragons, griffons, hippogriffs all in incredible detail.
You enter the great hall it has high vaulted cielings what must be magically grown plants line the walls, sculptures of indescribable quality are on display in the middle of the room. After a moment a fastidious elf enters, looks about for a moment before his gaze settles on you. He waves you over to a small alcove with built in seating.
Good day, I am Renzton Windsong, Lady Kealara told me I should be expecting you. Are you interested in magic licenses?
Renzton continues. I took the liberty of drawing some up for you. I wasn't sure who among you was a magic user, so I made one for each of you.
He lowers his voice. Now, to the heart of the matter, Darna informed me of the disappearances. While the University has no official stance on the goings on, I took it upon myself to do a little investigating. I went to the locations of some of the attacks, during the day of course, I was able to track the culprits as far as the palace of the Twelve...
Also I detected trace amounts of enchantment[ magic at the location.
Earthhand shrugs, looking at the mage and the rest of the party. "No' tha' Oi see teh need fer such a thing; magick belongs ter teh power o' nature, not man. All the same, could be useful, who knows how some o' these gummers'll react ter seeing this bunch in action." He nods darkly at the mage's words. "Feck me, shoulda known teh twelve were involved somehow, yeh say yeh detected magick, yeh know what school?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Yes, it enchantment Magic. I don’t know that the Twelve are involved, per se, only that the palace is... But I can see as how you’d think that. I couldn’t imagine it being common knowledge among them, it’s too hideous. But perhaps one or two... but I don’t know. I wish I could be of more assistance. Here, take these he hands you a small case with a scroll of magic missile a scroll of barkskin and three vials of potion of healingI had them made when I went out to do my investigating, ha, I may have been over zealous in my preparation but hopefully they can be of use to you. Now, I must return to my duties. Feel free to come and see me with any other questions. He escorts you to the gates of the university and bids you farewell.
As you walk, Aedra sings a song she writes on the spot about everyone else and what they're doing to the most delightful tune. Ackham’s still limping because he got his butt hurt, and there’s Earthhand the druid, with his magic so fluid, Varris looking fancy in his swishy roooobes, Agency you make me wish I had a tail!Bastion, Sir Bastion so brave and so truuuue…. she gets quiet as soon as she sees the top of the spire.Distracted by her own excitement.She silently follows the group while attempting to absorb every detail of her surroundings.
Thanks for the license, Renzton! That was super thoughtful of you. She then turns to the group. Is there a way for us to learn any specifics about these enchantments he detected? Perhaps give us some kind of clue as to what we are looking for or who could be responsible?
...before getting to the College of Magic Every so often a few sparks fly behind Ackamas he drags his great axe walking through the streets of Olber towards the College of Magic. He looks up at the Dalben's Spire and it reminds up of being in the crow's nest of the Wind Surfer. He could only imagine what it would be like to be at the top, above the clouds, and looking down at Etheria and even beyond her borders towards the rest of Oraeoris. A land he hopes to live to see more of.
...at the College of Magic Ackam takes a seat in the alcove and leans in to relieve pressure on his left butt cheek and also to listen in as Renzton speaks. He scratches his beard thinking as the elf describes what he has come upon on his own investigation.
...outside the College of Magic Ackam looks over at Mikkael and Thorok and says, "were we able to reach out to Darna at the College o' Magic to update her? Den, maybe we should seek out our tabaxi friend Nimbus, find a safe location, and plan on how we want to go about investigaten' dat prison."
Mikkael’s feelings are a little hurt by being left out of the song but he puts on a brave face and you can hardly tell.
at the College of Magic:
Renzton says to Aedra: You’re quite welcome, my dear. I’m afraid I could only deduce that the magic used was of the enchantment school... Master Ackam, here is a salve for whatever wounded your buttock. I shall send a message to Darna making her aware of the situation so far.
Outside the college:
Mikkael says I’ve updated Darna on our progress, I think seeking out Nimbus for further information is a good idea, shall we proceed?
"I believe Aedra has the right thought process - if there is a way we can determine what these enchantments might be - it may give us an upper hand or keep us from walking into a situation we are not prepared for..."
"Teh tiefling en't teh only one o' us wit' a tail,"Earthhandmutters to Ackam with a wink, his eyes glittering. At first glance it looks like he's looking at Aedra, but with his crossed eye he might be looking at Varris; who can never be sure.
"Aye, if we've discern all we can from these mages, Oi'm in favor o' checkin' in wit' Nimbus. Unless o' course yeh have anythin' teh add?" He addresses the mage.
Perhaps Nimbus could offer some further insight. But it seems to me if it’s enchantment magic they’re probably using it to make their targets more willing, hypnotism, charm, something like that. Mikkael thinks for a moment. Yes, that would make sense. Perhaps something to resist magic would benefit us. Nimbus could probably help with that as well, the Thieves Guild has Mages in its employ.
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Mikkael looks troubled at the talk of dreams. I did sense something... strange about my dreams last night, like there was voices in another room, I couldn’t understood what was said but I could hear them almost calling to me. It was disconcerting.
You make your way through the city to the College of Magic clear on the other side. The streets are far from crowded and the farther you travel the less people you see.
Earthhand gives the nepotistically employed cleric a look as his talk of dreams is corroborated, his gaze softening somewhat. "Ahh Mikkael, Oi don' mean ter give yeh a hard time, yer at yer sister's bidding, same as any o' us Oi suppose," the druid says, patting the cleric's back in a way that's supposed to be encouraging but probably comes across as a little condescending. He nods at Varris and waits for the former warlock initiate to elaborate on his comment confirming eldritch visions as omens, before continuing toward the College of Magic, muttering to himself, snippets from his speech audible to those around him. "Ularian's breath...nobles...divine souls...same...all yer arcane knowledge fer what...aberration...no face...four feckin' arms aen a giant feckin' chest-mouth...none o' this in teh Zephyr Peaks..."
What sort of skill check would I make if I wanted to try to recall details of my dream for insight into the creature I saw?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
As you aproach the University of Magic you see one of the marvels of Etheria, Dalben’s Spire. An Eldermade tower that reaches impossibly high, it’s grey walls perfectly smooth, it’s top floors seemingly lost in the clouds. Drawing nearer you see that the buildings sorrounding and connected to the tower are old, but much newer than the tower itself and clearly the work of the current age. A young looking elf at the gate greets you.
Hello there, I’m afraid general access hours to the university end at sundown, we are open to the public again at dawn.
Before the College of Magic...
Mikkael hems for a moment and then. I appreciate the sentiment, Earthhand, truly. However I must correct you on one point. I’m not here at my sister’s bidding, she’s not here at mine. We are both trained clerics of Rialle, and she had insisted on leading this mission herself. I was only able to convince her against it by coming with you myself. He blows his breath out in a half sigh. I thought there would be danger, not as much as we’ve seen, but some, and I couldn’t bear to see her at risk, so here I am.
Give me an arcane, wisdom, and history. Anyone else can give me a perception to remember dreams.
That's an AND, not or?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
That’s an and...
Arcana: 11; Wisdom: 21; History: 5
Before the College:
Earthhand looks at the cleric with somewhat of a renewed (new?) respect, himself understanding the nature of personal sacrifice to protect the one's you love. "M'pologies, Mikkael, Oi shouldn't be so quick ter judge...either o' yeh. S'jus' Oi've ne'er gotten teh best treatment from holy men, what being a 'nature sorcerer', as one Etherian priest put it. Aen between yeh an me," he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper to Mikkael. "A noble back in teh Zephyr Mountains used moy family's druidic haven fer land development." He meets the cleric's eye and holds out his weathered hand to shake.
Approaching the College:
Earthhand gapes openly, marveling at the Spire as the group approaches. As the elf tells the party the College is closed, he turns to the party, addressing Aedra and Varris in a whisper. "One o' yeh wanna handle this sylvan gummer?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Before the College:
Mikkael smiles brightly and shakes Thorok's hand. Darna and I have some lands outside the city, an estate and several smaller lodges our father loved. There's one in particular that I was always fond of, one of the smaller ones, on a lake near the Glimmerdark forest. Our father taught us to fish and swim there, we would go in the summers. Perhaps when this is settled we could go out there with some kenobi and do some serious fishing.
Earthhand, you remember the dream you had. vague shapes and in the darkness, tortured voices and gibbering cries, a four armed creature with a horrible slavering mouth is searching for you as you hide in the darkness. You begin to feel yourself slipping in to madness as your psyche is assailed by the creature's impossibility, your mind is slipping away from you, or you from it. As it seems you will be lost forever to darkness a seed appears in your mind, you focus on it and it sprouts, green and full of life, driving back the darkness and it's roots mooring you to the world. The terror melts away from you, but the fear remains.
Mikkael clears his throat and addresses the attendant. My sister, Darna Kealara, has sent us here to speak with Renzton Windsong. He should be expecting us.
Ah, Miss Kealara’s friends, of course... I’ve just sent a message to Adept Windsong, he’ll meet you in the Great Hall, it’s the largest building attached to the tower directly across the main courtyard.
Renzton continues. I took the liberty of drawing some up for you. I wasn't sure who among you was a magic user, so I made one for each of you.
He lowers his voice. Now, to the heart of the matter, Darna informed me of the disappearances. While the University has no official stance on the goings on, I took it upon myself to do a little investigating. I went to the locations of some of the attacks, during the day of course, I was able to track the culprits as far as the palace of the Twelve...
Also I detected trace amounts of enchantment[ magic at the location.
Earthhand shrugs, looking at the mage and the rest of the party. "No' tha' Oi see teh need fer such a thing; magick belongs ter teh power o' nature, not man. All the same, could be useful, who knows how some o' these gummers'll react ter seeing this bunch in action." He nods darkly at the mage's words. "Feck me, shoulda known teh twelve were involved somehow, yeh say yeh detected magick, yeh know what school?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Yes, it enchantment Magic. I don’t know that the Twelve are involved, per se, only that the palace is... But I can see as how you’d think that. I couldn’t imagine it being common knowledge among them, it’s too hideous. But perhaps one or two... but I don’t know. I wish I could be of more assistance. Here, take these he hands you a small case with a scroll of magic missile a scroll of barkskin and three vials of potion of healing I had them made when I went out to do my investigating, ha, I may have been over zealous in my preparation but hopefully they can be of use to you. Now, I must return to my duties. Feel free to come and see me with any other questions. He escorts you to the gates of the university and bids you farewell.
Where to next?
As you walk, Aedra sings a song she writes on the spot about everyone else and what they're doing to the most delightful tune. Ackham’s still limping because he got his butt hurt, and there’s Earthhand the druid, with his magic so fluid, Varris looking fancy in his swishy roooobes, Agency you make me wish I had a tail! Bastion, Sir Bastion so brave and so truuuue…. she gets quiet as soon as she sees the top of the spire. Distracted by her own excitement. She silently follows the group while attempting to absorb every detail of her surroundings.
Thanks for the license, Renzton! That was super thoughtful of you. She then turns to the group. Is there a way for us to learn any specifics about these enchantments he detected? Perhaps give us some kind of clue as to what we are looking for or who could be responsible?
...before getting to the College of Magic
Every so often a few sparks fly behind Ackam as he drags his great axe walking through the streets of Olber towards the College of Magic. He looks up at the Dalben's Spire and it reminds up of being in the crow's nest of the Wind Surfer. He could only imagine what it would be like to be at the top, above the clouds, and looking down at Etheria and even beyond her borders towards the rest of Oraeoris. A land he hopes to live to see more of.
...at the College of Magic
Ackam takes a seat in the alcove and leans in to relieve pressure on his left butt cheek and also to listen in as Renzton speaks. He scratches his beard thinking as the elf describes what he has come upon on his own investigation.
...outside the College of Magic
Ackam looks over at Mikkael and Thorok and says, "were we able to reach out to Darna at the College o' Magic to update her? Den, maybe we should seek out our tabaxi friend Nimbus, find a safe location, and plan on how we want to go about investigaten' dat prison."
On the walk:
Mikkael’s feelings are a little hurt by being left out of the song but he puts on a brave face and you can hardly tell.
at the College of Magic:
Renzton says to Aedra: You’re quite welcome, my dear. I’m afraid I could only deduce that the magic used was of the enchantment school... Master Ackam, here is a salve for whatever wounded your buttock. I shall send a message to Darna making her aware of the situation so far.
Outside the college:
Mikkael says I’ve updated Darna on our progress, I think seeking out Nimbus for further information is a good idea, shall we proceed?
"I believe Aedra has the right thought process - if there is a way we can determine what these enchantments might be - it may give us an upper hand or keep us from walking into a situation we are not prepared for..."
"Teh tiefling en't teh only one o' us wit' a tail," Earthhand mutters to Ackam with a wink, his eyes glittering. At first glance it looks like he's looking at Aedra, but with his crossed eye he might be looking at Varris; who can never be sure.
"Aye, if we've discern all we can from these mages, Oi'm in favor o' checkin' in wit' Nimbus. Unless o' course yeh have anythin' teh add?" He addresses the mage.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Perhaps Nimbus could offer some further insight. But it seems to me if it’s enchantment magic they’re probably using it to make their targets more willing, hypnotism, charm, something like that. Mikkael thinks for a moment. Yes, that would make sense. Perhaps something to resist magic would benefit us. Nimbus could probably help with that as well, the Thieves Guild has Mages in its employ.