GUNDREN TO GARET AND RIGEL: "Aye, sonny - this here is the massive furnace that me ancestors used to smelt the raw ore. Separated the gold, silver, platinum and other precious metals from the rock to which they was bound. Then they's poured into ingots, cooled an' stacked until they was ready for use in the forge....which would have to be somewhere nearby. Th' writin' on the walls here was the blessings of our clerics, and runes that beseech the power of the dwarven gods of creation. But that other writin' up top...that's not dwarven...that's somethin' else. Much older..."
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Marcon frowned in frustration over the hold up. But in perhaps taken Gundren's words to heart about following the dwarf's lead, the man just sighed softly and opted to keep an eye and ear out in the intersection of the new area while folk hopefully and eventually wrestled Garet away from the "distraction".
(OOC: The above check is mostly his keeping an active watch, but also for if he hears anything of interest besides the usual ambient noises. And he does still have his lantern active, if lightning matters)
(RELIGION) Garet recognizes the name "Surtur" as that of a fire giant deity.
Gundren picks up on Marcon's subtle sigh of impatience. "Like I said, there be plenty o' time fer the archaeologies when we's done with the task at hand,"he says to Garet and Rigel. "If we don't go find somethin' fer Marcon to punch holes in soon, I think he's gonna start in on one o' yous....and we said that wasn't gonna happen, so shake a leg!"
(SEARCH) While Gundren urges Garet to keep moving, Marcon tries to remain vigilant and alert, but the distractions behind him steal too much of his attention for it to be of any use.
Ronk shrugs placidly. "Punching a hole in someone is more complicated than just being mad. But I get your point." He moves up in the group, ready to advance with Rigel.
"Well this area seems to be as good as any to look for the forge besides the prints lead to that door." Says Rigel as he points at the smaller door way. He moves forward and eases the door open.
Not knowing whether to be thankful for the assist or sadden at being used as a deterrent, Marcon fought back a grimace and opted to just avoid looking directly at anyone until Rigel spoke up about his findings. At which point in his excitement, the man quickly moved in behind Rigel and Ronk, and tried likely in vain to peer past the bugbear in his eagerness to spy whatever was to be seen past the door once opened by Rigel. That and say in a hushed voice, "Psst! Carp! Are you in there?"
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The northernmost door is scorched and cracked, its iron hinges partially melted. Moving inside, Rigel finds the husks of burned out shelving amid scorched walls in a room approximately 20-feet square. Another door leads south into what is presumably the main room of this structure...making the one Rigel is in some sort of side storage. Carp is not here, but following the tracks becomes even easier here due to the dusty soot covering the ground. From the cluster prints in one corner, it appears that someone had briefly used this room as a hiding spot, before moving through the southern door.
Rigel begins to feel uneasy...like he and the others are being watched. His head begins to ring, almost as if some external entity was trying to telepathically bore its way into his thoughts...
"UGGGG....My head feels like someone is trying to bore into my thoughts." Rigel puts a hand to his head. Through clenched teeth he says, "Prints go through tthat door. We...should follow." He points a shakey hand towards the south door as he stumbles forward.
Rigel stumbles over piles of rubble and remnants towards/through the southern door, which was heavily damaged from intense heat, much like everything else in the small side room. Spilling out into the larger room, he finds a large workshop that appears to have been badly damaged. (OOC: option for someone to make an Arcane skill check here.)
Worktables taking up two corners of the room are scorched, and the plaster has been burned off the masonry walls. In the middle of the room, a stone pedestal holds a small brazier in which an eerie green flame dances and crackles. The brazier and its pedestal appear to have been untouched by the forces that destroyed this area.
Behind the brazier of green flame floats a spherical creature measuring roughly four feet in diameter. Four eyestalks protrude from its central mass, two on each side. In the center of the body is a large eye staring at the ranger.
“Hello...” says a thick, burbling voice inside Rigel's mind.
A memory strikes Rigel as he sees the floating oddity and hears the voice in his head. He recalls the Nothic. It seems so long ago but the lesson learned seems to stick. The memory and the destruction around him give the ranger pause. Instead of blindly attacking, Rigel stows Hew and hold up his empty hand. "Hello good being. We've come to seek your guidance. We seek a child who may have wandered through here. Can you help us." Entreats Rigel hoping the thing understands what he's saying.
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At the mention of something prying into Rigel's head, Marcon tightened his grip on his weapon, narrowed his eyes, and slowly nodded in agreement. And yet, he hesitated in actually following after the ranger. Not until Ronk, Vanzaren, and perhaps even Garet stepped inside, before taking a steadying breath and falling in line after the others. Once again his eyes grew narrow, if but this time more in suspicion than anything else at the floating five-eyed creature. For the moment however, he said nothing, and only dared take his eyes off the creature long enough to scan the room for any signs of Carp perhaps tucked away in a corner or among burnt debris.
Rigel squints one eye trying to aleave the intrusion in his head and waggles a couple fingers in the floating things direction. "Yeah think it did." He Whispers a reply to Vanzaren.
Again taking note of the destruction he says, "Probably best to spread out."
Vanzaren easily recognizes the damage to the room as having been caused by a massive spell battle, not a recent one though - likely at least a century ago, he believes.
Marcon tries to continue searching for signs of Carp, but can't concentrate on that task very well due to the presence of the menacing-looking (but currently docile) miniature beholder.
"Greetings, uh, sir wizard..." says the floating creature to Rigel telepathically, "I was not aware the Phandelvers had added, hmm...looks like...half-elves(?) to their pact charter. Nonetheless, welcome aboard...I hope you enjoy your miner's safety training. Without fingers, wizards are just boring bards, we say. A child did come this way recently, entering here through that same door as you. Talkative lad...and not at all bothered by my...appearance. We had a nice conversation, that is, before he began to handle the items I was summoned to protect here in the Forge of Souls. I blasted him with my fear ray and he ran through those doors," explains the creature, using one of his eye stalks to point towards the main entrance to the workshop. "He screams as well as he speaks," added the creature matter-of-factly, "...an excellent set of lungs on the lad. No signs of miner's cough whatsoever..."
Marcon's eyes went wide at the news. But before he can say anything, Van speaks up, earning a 'are you serious?' glance from the ex-farmhand for the question. Yet rather than admonish or frustrate the wizard, he looks to Rigel and seemed to read something in his expression, because he asks plainly, "What eye guy here say?", if the half-elf hadn't been said as much while being told. If/When he has his answer, the tension eases a little from his shoulders before giving mini-beholder a grateful nod. However, leery of upsetting the creature in trying move past it, big workshop or not, Marcon began backtracking with the intent to get around to the front door and await the others.
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GUNDREN TO GARET AND RIGEL: "Aye, sonny - this here is the massive furnace that me ancestors used to smelt the raw ore. Separated the gold, silver, platinum and other precious metals from the rock to which they was bound. Then they's poured into ingots, cooled an' stacked until they was ready for use in the forge....which would have to be somewhere nearby. Th' writin' on the walls here was the blessings of our clerics, and runes that beseech the power of the dwarven gods of creation. But that other writin' up top...that's not dwarven...that's somethin' else. Much older..."
Marcon frowned in frustration over the hold up. But in perhaps taken Gundren's words to heart about following the dwarf's lead, the man just sighed softly and opted to keep an eye and ear out in the intersection of the new area while folk hopefully and eventually wrestled Garet away from the "distraction".
-Search: 8.
(OOC: The above check is mostly his keeping an active watch, but also for if he hears anything of interest besides the usual ambient noises. And he does still have his lantern active, if lightning matters)
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(RELIGION) Garet recognizes the name "Surtur" as that of a fire giant deity.
Gundren picks up on Marcon's subtle sigh of impatience. "Like I said, there be plenty o' time fer the archaeologies when we's done with the task at hand," he says to Garet and Rigel. "If we don't go find somethin' fer Marcon to punch holes in soon, I think he's gonna start in on one o' yous....and we said that wasn't gonna happen, so shake a leg!"
(SEARCH) While Gundren urges Garet to keep moving, Marcon tries to remain vigilant and alert, but the distractions behind him steal too much of his attention for it to be of any use.
Ronk shrugs placidly. "Punching a hole in someone is more complicated than just being mad. But I get your point." He moves up in the group, ready to advance with Rigel.
"Well this area seems to be as good as any to look for the forge besides the prints lead to that door." Says Rigel as he points at the smaller door way. He moves forward and eases the door open.
**This Space for Rent**
"We kinda have a different priority Rigel..." Van says. "Oh, and I might need a favor when we find the boy," he adds as an afterthought.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Not knowing whether to be thankful for the assist or sadden at being used as a deterrent, Marcon fought back a grimace and opted to just avoid looking directly at anyone until Rigel spoke up about his findings. At which point in his excitement, the man quickly moved in behind Rigel and Ronk, and tried likely in vain to peer past the bugbear in his eagerness to spy whatever was to be seen past the door once opened by Rigel. That and say in a hushed voice, "Psst! Carp! Are you in there?"
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Rigel steps through the door.
**This Space for Rent**
Garet scratches his head thinking of possibility of fire giants living here.. Not able to deduce anything more he fallows the group
The northernmost door is scorched and cracked, its iron hinges partially melted. Moving inside, Rigel finds the husks of burned out shelving amid scorched walls in a room approximately 20-feet square. Another door leads south into what is presumably the main room of this structure...making the one Rigel is in some sort of side storage. Carp is not here, but following the tracks becomes even easier here due to the dusty soot covering the ground. From the cluster prints in one corner, it appears that someone had briefly used this room as a hiding spot, before moving through the southern door.
Rigel begins to feel uneasy...like he and the others are being watched. His head begins to ring, almost as if some external entity was trying to telepathically bore its way into his thoughts...
"UGGGG....My head feels like someone is trying to bore into my thoughts." Rigel puts a hand to his head. Through clenched teeth he says, "Prints go through tthat door. We...should follow." He points a shakey hand towards the south door as he stumbles forward.
**This Space for Rent**
Rigel stumbles over piles of rubble and remnants towards/through the southern door, which was heavily damaged from intense heat, much like everything else in the small side room. Spilling out into the larger room, he finds a large workshop that appears to have been badly damaged. (OOC: option for someone to make an Arcane skill check here.)
Worktables taking up two corners of the room are scorched, and the plaster has been burned off the masonry walls. In the middle of the room, a stone pedestal holds a small brazier in which an eerie green flame dances and crackles. The brazier and its pedestal appear to have been untouched by the forces that destroyed this area.
Behind the brazier of green flame floats a spherical creature measuring roughly four feet in diameter. Four eyestalks protrude from its central mass, two on each side. In the center of the body is a large eye staring at the ranger.
“Hello...” says a thick, burbling voice inside Rigel's mind.
A memory strikes Rigel as he sees the floating oddity and hears the voice in his head. He recalls the Nothic. It seems so long ago but the lesson learned seems to stick. The memory and the destruction around him give the ranger pause. Instead of blindly attacking, Rigel stows Hew and hold up his empty hand. "Hello good being. We've come to seek your guidance. We seek a child who may have wandered through here. Can you help us." Entreats Rigel hoping the thing understands what he's saying.
**This Space for Rent**
Arcana: 10
Vanzaren enters the room after Rigel, holding the moonblade out in front of him and looking around. "Trying or has it suceeded?" He asks cautiously.
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk frowns at Rigel. "Who are you talking to?" Then he sees the being. "Ooooohhhhh."
At the mention of something prying into Rigel's head, Marcon tightened his grip on his weapon, narrowed his eyes, and slowly nodded in agreement. And yet, he hesitated in actually following after the ranger. Not until Ronk, Vanzaren, and perhaps even Garet stepped inside, before taking a steadying breath and falling in line after the others. Once again his eyes grew narrow, if but this time more in suspicion than anything else at the floating five-eyed creature. For the moment however, he said nothing, and only dared take his eyes off the creature long enough to scan the room for any signs of Carp perhaps tucked away in a corner or among burnt debris.
-Perception: 8.
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Rigel squints one eye trying to aleave the intrusion in his head and waggles a couple fingers in the floating things direction. "Yeah think it did." He Whispers a reply to Vanzaren.
Again taking note of the destruction he says, "Probably best to spread out."
**This Space for Rent**
Vanzaren easily recognizes the damage to the room as having been caused by a massive spell battle, not a recent one though - likely at least a century ago, he believes.
Marcon tries to continue searching for signs of Carp, but can't concentrate on that task very well due to the presence of the menacing-looking (but currently docile) miniature beholder.
"Greetings, uh, sir wizard..." says the floating creature to Rigel telepathically, "I was not aware the Phandelvers had added, hmm...looks like...half-elves(?) to their pact charter. Nonetheless, welcome aboard...I hope you enjoy your miner's safety training. Without fingers, wizards are just boring bards, we say. A child did come this way recently, entering here through that same door as you. Talkative lad...and not at all bothered by my...appearance. We had a nice conversation, that is, before he began to handle the items I was summoned to protect here in the Forge of Souls. I blasted him with my fear ray and he ran through those doors," explains the creature, using one of his eye stalks to point towards the main entrance to the workshop. "He screams as well as he speaks," added the creature matter-of-factly, "...an excellent set of lungs on the lad. No signs of miner's cough whatsoever..."
Van looks more confused than anything else, "What happened in here? It looks like several people fired of a fireball spell all at once."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Marcon's eyes went wide at the news. But before he can say anything, Van speaks up, earning a 'are you serious?' glance from the ex-farmhand for the question. Yet rather than admonish or frustrate the wizard, he looks to Rigel and seemed to read something in his expression, because he asks plainly, "What eye guy here say?", if the half-elf hadn't been said as much while being told. If/When he has his answer, the tension eases a little from his shoulders before giving mini-beholder a grateful nod. However, leery of upsetting the creature in trying move past it, big workshop or not, Marcon began backtracking with the intent to get around to the front door and await the others.
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