Lost Mines, Lost Labs, and Lost Hope (RobJFalcon's Campaign)

Dustfinger hangs out  with Dirk and whispers.

You presume it will take 3 days to get to Agatha's Lair from Neverwinter at a standard pace through the Neverwinter Wood.

DM rolls:

 Not a thing. Not a single encounter for 3 days or 2 nights. Although Az Emberi notices his stick is slippery and nearly drops it. Further inspection reveals it has been covered in grease.

At the end of the third day, you feel you are getting near the lair. The forest grows dark and still as a trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was before. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a domelike shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.

Dustfinger raps lightly on the entrance structure and calls out charmingly. "Knock, knock, beautiful. Are you home?"

Charisma check because I'm charming, dammit 8

I don't remember what we are supposed to be doing here.  Is it sex? Are we here to sex it up, because if so.... I'm down.  Oh right, book... comb.  Let's see if she's home.

We are here to ask the location of a spell book for griselle back in phandolin. She gave us a comb that once belonged to her. We flatter her, give her the comb, ask about the book. And be on our. Way. I'm not i the moid to fight another ghost. 

I hand the comb from party loot to Dirk. "You got this charmer

"I'll have your back everyone else shhhhhhhhh"

During our time on the road i walk up to Dirk and in front of everyone i say

Hey Dirk I picked you up something I know we had some bad blood but since then I've gotten alot of respect for you and I really appreciate you backing me up on some decisions I think I've lightened up a bit and realize you never have tried to wrong me

I hand Dirk a box so if he decides to open it in front of everyone like I intend then everyone can read the spoiler

 Also there is a spider on my shoulder that is very much a real spider but has been painted to look mechanical 

Wizard rolls

Day 1 9 3 

Day 2 16 20 

Day 3 12 6 

You guys are too much, thank you.  It's not even my birthday. I drop my pants and underoos in front of everyone and put them on without even flinching.

"Well, Dirk, old buddy, it looks like we may have to bring the good times to her." Dusty steps through the doorway into the shadows inside.

Aight Az, let's go in.  Comb for book, got it.... any other questions we need to ask if possible.  I open the door and announce my presence I'm looking for the hut with the spectral beauty?  

Az Emberi is no longer in sight.

As you enter a home of sorts is revealed, sheltered within the dome of woven branches. It is sparsely furnished with chests, shelves, a table, and a reclined couch, all of it old and of elven craft. As you mention beauty, the air grows cold, and a powerful feeling of dread grips you. A cold, pale light flickers in the air, rapidly taking on the form of a female elf, her hair and robes waving in a spectral wind. She might have been beautiful once, but a hateful expression twists her features now. “Foolish mortals,” she snarls. “What do you want here? Do you not know it is death to seek me out?”

Not in the cave with Fjolnir and Absinthe 

So how do you think it's going in there

Indeed we have heard the warning milady, but we would brave such a threat for the wisdom of the equally beautiful goddess by name of Agatha.  We have come bearing a gift, gratitude for appearing before us.  I kneel down and present the comb. If you would smile upon us, and share the location of Bowgentle's spellbook.  Persuasion 23

Dustfinger smiles broadly and winks at Agatha. Moar Charisma 18

The spectral wind dies down and the ghostly figure smiles with cold amusement. “Very well, one question, one answer.” The twisted look disappears from her face and some semblance of beauty returns as she takes the comb from you. Chill bites at your hand as her fingers brush yours. She places the sparkling comb in her hair. "I traded the book to a necromancer named Tsernoth from the city of Iriaebor more than a hundred years ago. I do not know what became of the book afterward. That is all I have for you.

Her beauty is enough that, even in a spectral state, Dirk cannot help but be a little aroused. "ERECTION! ERECTION!" The voice is coming from his pants.

Agatha's face grimaces again. "Is this some kind of joke?" She starts to fade away. "Begone, fools! You have your answer."

Standing silently, realizing Dust was attempting another question.

"Fairest Agatha, I, too, have come seeking an answer, but the question came in the course of our journey to you and I'm afraid I have come unprepared to offer you any compensation for this particular favor. But should I be able to trade to you a promise, it would be my pleasure to assist you, and perhaps you could then offer me the name of the wizard who built the tower at Old Owl Well? I would quest for you before seeking your answer. What do you say?"

After a long wait in silence Az Emberi is sudenly directly to Dirk's left. "Good work Dirk." Lets get back to old owl well and see if Kost is still alive." Az Emberi walks out to meet the rest of the party.

Agatha doesn't answer any further questions. She appears to be gone.