"I ain't got no problem hangin' 'round at the back,"Chrys says easily, "though if 'twere me, I'd visit the armory an' the barracks first... an' make sure anyone left here wasn't stealin' or suitin' up fer more battle," she advises.
Lumen nods at both Nym and Chrys, and offers to cast invisibility on anyone who wants to range ahead to scout without being seen. He's ready to clear this place or at least convince any remaining kobolds that it's their checkout time.
Turning right, you cautiously head towards the corner room, while keeping alert to any possible enemies. Upon entering, you find yourselves in a large, mostly square room, about 35-feet in length and width. Fine elven steel graces this well-stocked armory, with an array of longswords and spears, eight each. These exquisite weapons are perfectly polished and maintained and glint in what little light the high windows let in. There are also several mannequins that are built to hold armor, but these are bare. Aelar tells you that he and his warriors were wearing them during Duskbringer's attack.
There are no kobolds or other creatures in the room, and it's clear by the arrangement of the weapons that none had come in here to plunder.
"Huh... lucky fer us. If they ain't here, they mus' find o'er things o' value to congregate 'round than what we consider worthy. Boy... I sure wish Krackle were here. We gotta think like a kobold! What would a kobold want in a place like this, huh?" Chrys scratches her nose, thinking. Then she squints. "Oi, Aelar, ya mind if I take a closer look at them weapons? Could use a spear or eight, I'm runnin' a lil' low on me javelins."
After collecting what weaponry she was welcome to, Chrys would take a final sweep around the room for anything they might have missed, before suggesting to move on to the barracks.
Nym considered Chrys' words and pulled her lilac eyes away from the exquisitely elven crafted longswords before answering simply, "Food. Not all of these weapons could be easily wielded by smaller folk such as kobolds. But food is near universal." White eyebrows raised as the dwarf openly asked for access to the weaponry and she waited to see Aelar's answer. Giving Silver a Vigilant's Blessing while she did so.
Silver:
Vigilant Blessing:
As an action, you give one creature you touch (including possibly yourself) advantage on the next initiative roll the creature makes. This benefit ends immediately after the roll or if you use this feature again.
As Aelar nods and says that you're welcome to take what what weapons you need from this room, you realize that there are currently more weapons in here than there are members left in his tribe. As Chrys carefully scans the rest of the room with her eyes, she doesn't see anything else out of the ordinary.
Answering Nym, he says that since the dining hall is next to the armory, Aelar agrees that you should head there next. Upon leaving the armory, you turn right and quickly see that there is a large amount of debris and foliage that currently blocks the entrance to the dining hall, having fallen from the ceiling during Duskbringer's initial attack.
Upon initial inspection, you figure that one person at a time could squeeze through the fallen debris and enter the room. Alternatively, you figure it would take about 5-10 minutes for all of you to completely clear the way in.
Lumen begins to move debris - he figures someone will have to do it some time anyway and the remaining members of the tribe will have other things on their minds when they return.
It was a sad thought, as it occured to Silver. So many weapons, very beautiful in their own way, and yet so few to wield them. How long would it take for this tribe to recover from the dragon's genocide? Would it ever? As they searched for any remaining kobolds, she reluctantly felt she had to raise it with Aelar.
"Please forgive me if this question causes offence but... Should you really stay here now? I know what it is to have to leave your home, the home of your ancestors, but - there is no gentle way of saying this I'm afraid - there are sadly only five of you remaining, that I am aware of. Unless you join another tribe or society, the two children will be the last generation born here."
(Unless I've missed some vital information that makes this question completely moot? Aelar said their line would continue but the kids are brother and sister and there are no more children that I know of.)
Chrys helps Lumen clear the path, though she doesn't try to stop anyone from shimmy-ing by should they want to enter the room first. She listens with half an ear to Silver's question. "Oi there... it ain't quite th' same with elves as it is fer tha rest o' us. Elves live a real long time, see? Some folk say they kin live forever if they really want. Don't have children too oft neither, e'en less oft than us dwarves, I hear. Means that no matter what this clan here wants ta do, they got all the time in the world ta decide... s'long as there ain't no return visits from greater evils." She pauses in her cleaning. "An' ta be frank, I think that's the real problem here. It ain't bout repopulatin' the keep... it's 'bout findin' that fella who sent the dragon here in the first place. Ain't nowhere gonna be comfortable, towns or keeps or forests or otherwise, 'til we deal with him, I'm guessin'."
You spend a few minute clearing the debris away from the entrance of the dining hall, Aelar listens to both Silver's and Chrys's thoughtful comments and responds,
"I take no offense from your question, and it is one that I do take to heart, because it is something that has plagued my thoughts ever since this terrible crisis befell us. You are correct, Faen and Syllin will be the last generation born here. However, as Chrys has pointed out, we are elf kind and our lives are long. Even now, we may have centuries left to life in this material world, which means that there is plenty of time for the two children to grow up and mature. It's not unthinkable to imagine that someday they may choose to leave and find new homes and perhaps mates with with to share their lives, but for now, they have many years to live here and learn from us and from the many tomes we have in our library. If you have the time, I would encourage you to spend some time in there, for there are many books of interest in our collection."
"During that time, we will recover and this horrible even that we endured will grow to be but a small memory in the very long lifeline of our people. It may be that our line will indeed end someday, but if that does happen, it will be at a time that is beyond the lives of men and most of the folk."
"And regarding what Chrys has said, I too am troubled by the sickly spirit that infected Duskbrigner. If it has escaped, then there is no telling who else it might infect and what additional damage it may cause in the future. I regret that I do not have an answer to this concern."
After a few minutes, when the debris has been cleared, you enter the dining room and see that an impressive wooden table, joined by a dozen carved chairs, takes up the majority of this chamber. The walls are paneled with carvings of the surrounding woods, flocks of ravens and other wildlife. A scattered mess of golden candlesticks, fine cutlery and crockery are strewn all over the room, and it's clear that whoever was in here has plundered the pantry, which is easily seen from the remnants of food scraps that are scattered across the table.
All of her admiration regarding the weapons turned to ash at the reminder that each of these weapons used to have a wielder, now dead either due to the orcs or dragon. Even so, Silver's query brought a genuine expression of puzzlement to the drow's face before Chrys and Aelar's explanation made it clear that perhaps that wasn't as apparent to everyone. Regarding Aelar with sympathetic yet not pitying eyes she stated, "They are young and thus can easily recover. They still have plenty of support and time to thrive once more."
As he brought up the library and them enduring even if their line would end, Nym's gaze drifted off to stare into the middle distance, contemplating something before coming back to herself as they began to move. The sight of the gutted dining hall was discouraging, if not all that surprising. This was something she felt hit too close to home for herself. Lips thin as she surveyed the barely scraps littered about carelessly, the cleric shrugged off her pack, resting it on the table before rooting around to extract four days worth of her rations. They were unfortunately not tasteless and certainly dry and perhaps even a bit stale. But they provided enough nutrition to fill the belly and keep one going. Putting them in one of the pantries before softly shutting the door she simply explained, "For Syllin and Faen. Until you all get back on your feet and can hunt and forage again."Blinking something then occurred to her at the word 'hunt'. "Oh! Lumen, you harvested the meat, yes? It's still good?"
Lumen tries to clean up a bit, searching for hidden kobolds, and nods to Nym that the dragon meat should last them awhile, especially if they know how to make jerky. He is eager to move along to help clear the place.
"Got ta admit, feels a lil' strange ta be eatin' talkin' beasts. E'en if they are evil ta the core. Needs must, I suppose,"Chrys grunts, thinking of the previous evening. "I'd rather take a rhubarb pie any day o' the week o'er dragon steak, I'll admit, e'en as a red-blooded dwarf, no matter how tasty. Still... I guess if folks be wearin' them scales as armor, it ain't nothin' ta have a barbeque either."
Chrys takes a critical eye to the room, searching not so much for hidden kobolds as Lumen does, but for things hidden from the rampaging kobolds that passed through... or perhaps things the kobolds might have left behind. (secrets and clues search through the mess)
(same roll, choose one:) Perception: 14 OR Investigation: 12
Aelar thanks Nym for her food donation, and upon seeing nothing else out of the ordinary in here, or anything that the kobolds might have left behind, he indicates that he's ready to move on. It's clear that he and the others will have a lot of cleaning up to do, and that he wants to quickly make sure the rest of the keep is secure.
He suggests moving to the library, since that's the next room on the first floor. Upon entering, you find yourselves once again, inside this grand room with towering bookshelves of finely carved oak, each of which contains hundreds if not thousands of books on an unimaginably large range of topics.
As you look amongst the stacks, you don't see any signs of kobolds, and as with before, this place appears to be mostly intact and free from any kind of damage or vandalism.
Aelar says, "Syllin loves it in here. It is not at all surprising that this is where you found them. She often gets lots for hours with her nose in the books."
"I see," says Silver, lowering her head. "I apologise for my ignorance of your ways. My kind are also long lived compared to many races, but even our eldest may only live half as long as an elf, and must still suffer the frailties of old age in a way I have heard elves do not. If one of our tribes were reduced in such a way they would seek out another tribe to join. It was foolish of me assume others would act the same way, I will not do so again."
In the discussion of eating the dragon meat, Silver thought back on what she had been taught about dead dragons - it was said that their soul remained with the body until it had completely decayed, observing the world. So in a way they were helping Duskbringer's soul to pass on to whatever awaited it, though Silver did not think Chrys would feel better for being told this.
The plundered dining hall spoke volumes about want kobolds found valuable, so Silver was not surprised when the library remained untouched. Clearly they saw no value in books and knowledge.
"The kobolds' desires seem to be quite basic - food, shelter. They may be drawn to small baubles, like magpies, if they take after their dragon mistress. So you have a treasury here, or something similar?" she asks Aelar.
"Oi," Chrys says, as she scans the library. "Wasn't Fivin yer librarian? Mebbie there's a clue here 'bout why he was actin' so shifty,"she suggests. Then she looks at the books, immediately intimidated by the prospect of searching through them.
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Lumen points at Chrys. "Smart lady. Yes, Aelar, if Fivin was hiding something, where would he hide it? If you don't want to look yourself, do you mind if we look? I'm hoping this is all a misunderstanding, but if it's not, having more information is better than less."His eyes dart around for an office or desk or some centralized location where a librarian might spend time in their library.
He inspires Chrys. (d6 to any roll... unless we've leveled up to 5, in which case, d8)
Aelar answers Silver with a tone of compassion in his voice. It is no worry at all, and I take no offense at your inquiry, my dear friend of the forest. There is many that we do not know of your kind as well, and asking questions is how we learn more about each other."
When you reach the library, the copper haired elf responds to Chrys and Lumen with a more serious tone, "Yes, Fivin is our chronicler and has long been a trusted member of our tribe. He does spend a great deal of time here in our library, but I do know know if or where he would hide anything from the rest of us. You are more than welcome to have a look for yourselves."
There is a long table and a few chairs along the wall at the north end of the room that are obviously used by those who spend time reading and writing here in the library. Looking around, though, the only thing you find are a few rolls of blank parchment, and a few pens, quills and jars of ink.
There are so many books here.... thousands upon thousands, and Chrys's eyes browse with a bit of hazy eyed confusion as scan across shelf after shelf. a number of tomes catch her eye, including the following titles: (Kess accompanies Chris with great interest, and helps translate the ones written in elvish.)
Helpful Herbs and Their Habitats- An encyclopaedia of edible and medicinal plants that are available in the woods. Gives advantage on checks made to brew potions or find rations in the woods. Written by Glinda Gilt-Leaf in Common.
Warriors of Sehanine Book III - A list of deeds that the Warriors of Sehanine accomplished before Duskbringer attacked, right up to the orc attack. You learn that at the statues by the loch are actually the work of a basilisk, who had made its home at the edge of the lake. The Warriors had to kill it before it grew large enough to threaten the elves. Written by Fivin Hanali in Elvish. (Kess helps translate some of it for you.)
Fey Spirits: Seelie and Unseelie - A tome of lore about fey creatures, where to find them, what to expect from them and how to fight them. Gives characters advantage on checks made to identify or track fey creatures. Written by Eysiif Aeries in Elvish.
The Curse of the Wolf - A scripture written about lycanthropy and its dangers. It specifically details the escapades of Valarken and General Ikhal, even referring to the days of Vehlarr. Written by Canis Lupus in Common.
Sehanine Moonbow— Daughter of the Night Skies - A religious book about Sehanine Moonbow, the elven goddess of death, dreams, heavens, journeys, the moon, stars and transcendence. Written by Veripy Usman in Elvish.
The History of Askavar Vol IX - A short chronicle about Askavar and the foundation of the keep. This tome is incomplete because pages are ripped out; even the writer is illusive. You learn that the chapel right below the keep was part of the original ruins of Askavar. While it served as a place for reverence for Corellon Larethian, the Warriors dedicated that place to Sehanine Moonbow. You also learn that while the entrance to the keep is the original from Askavar, the door was renovated because the original suffered heavy damage from previous conquerors. Also, the mosaic in the entry hall is a testament to a treaty signed in Askavar by the moon, sun and star elves. It created a tranquil but short era of peace. As a show of the newfound unity, it was named after the name of the elves themselves, the Tel’Quessir.
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As Chrys has a look through some of the books, Vesper follows her and says with excitement, "Wow! Dundragon would LOVE it here! Remember, he said that he likes books, and even said that if we ever came across any interesting books on our adventures he would purchase them from us!"
She then looks quickly at Aelar, embarrassed. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you... I know that this is your library, and not a book store, but we know a wizard who has a particular interest in rare and interesting books. I just meant that he would really like this place!"
Aelar responds with a kind voice. "Worry not, child. I take no offense. I'm sure you wizard friend would indeed enjoy it here, as would most. In fact, we even have a few arcane tomes that you're welcome to take. It's the least I can offer you for all of your efforts here."
He leads Vesper over to this area of the library, and shows her the numerous books that cover a wide range of subjects about magic and arcane history. One of the books contains a few spells, as if written on spell scrolls: blade ward, fly, jump, magic missile, shocking grasp, and unseen servant.
(Oh so now you are tempting Lumen to multi class into wizard!)
Lumen is interested in The Curse of the Wolf - and asked to borrow it, promising to bring it back one day. He’s interested in any connection to the will o the wisp and shapechangers.
Hes ready to move to the next room though.
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"I ain't got no problem hangin' 'round at the back," Chrys says easily, "though if 'twere me, I'd visit the armory an' the barracks first... an' make sure anyone left here wasn't stealin' or suitin' up fer more battle," she advises.
Lumen nods at both Nym and Chrys, and offers to cast invisibility on anyone who wants to range ahead to scout without being seen. He's ready to clear this place or at least convince any remaining kobolds that it's their checkout time.
Turning right, you cautiously head towards the corner room, while keeping alert to any possible enemies. Upon entering, you find yourselves in a large, mostly square room, about 35-feet in length and width. Fine elven steel graces this well-stocked armory, with an array of longswords and spears, eight each. These exquisite weapons are perfectly polished and maintained and glint in what little light the high windows let in. There are also several mannequins that are built to hold armor, but these are bare. Aelar tells you that he and his warriors were wearing them during Duskbringer's attack.
There are no kobolds or other creatures in the room, and it's clear by the arrangement of the weapons that none had come in here to plunder.
"Huh... lucky fer us. If they ain't here, they mus' find o'er things o' value to congregate 'round than what we consider worthy. Boy... I sure wish Krackle were here. We gotta think like a kobold! What would a kobold want in a place like this, huh?" Chrys scratches her nose, thinking. Then she squints. "Oi, Aelar, ya mind if I take a closer look at them weapons? Could use a spear or eight, I'm runnin' a lil' low on me javelins."
After collecting what weaponry she was welcome to, Chrys would take a final sweep around the room for anything they might have missed, before suggesting to move on to the barracks.
Perception: 18
Nym considered Chrys' words and pulled her lilac eyes away from the exquisitely elven crafted longswords before answering simply, "Food. Not all of these weapons could be easily wielded by smaller folk such as kobolds. But food is near universal." White eyebrows raised as the dwarf openly asked for access to the weaponry and she waited to see Aelar's answer. Giving Silver a Vigilant's Blessing while she did so.
Silver:
As an action, you give one creature you touch (including possibly yourself) advantage on the next initiative roll the creature makes. This benefit ends immediately after the roll or if you use this feature again.
Nym Durnodel - Aspiring Heroes of Faerûn // Danica Amastacia - Red Dead Annihilation
As Aelar nods and says that you're welcome to take what what weapons you need from this room, you realize that there are currently more weapons in here than there are members left in his tribe. As Chrys carefully scans the rest of the room with her eyes, she doesn't see anything else out of the ordinary.
Answering Nym, he says that since the dining hall is next to the armory, Aelar agrees that you should head there next. Upon leaving the armory, you turn right and quickly see that there is a large amount of debris and foliage that currently blocks the entrance to the dining hall, having fallen from the ceiling during Duskbringer's initial attack.
Upon initial inspection, you figure that one person at a time could squeeze through the fallen debris and enter the room. Alternatively, you figure it would take about 5-10 minutes for all of you to completely clear the way in.
Lumen begins to move debris - he figures someone will have to do it some time anyway and the remaining members of the tribe will have other things on their minds when they return.
It was a sad thought, as it occured to Silver. So many weapons, very beautiful in their own way, and yet so few to wield them. How long would it take for this tribe to recover from the dragon's genocide? Would it ever? As they searched for any remaining kobolds, she reluctantly felt she had to raise it with Aelar.
"Please forgive me if this question causes offence but... Should you really stay here now? I know what it is to have to leave your home, the home of your ancestors, but - there is no gentle way of saying this I'm afraid - there are sadly only five of you remaining, that I am aware of. Unless you join another tribe or society, the two children will be the last generation born here."
(Unless I've missed some vital information that makes this question completely moot? Aelar said their line would continue but the kids are brother and sister and there are no more children that I know of.)
(Vigilant's Blessing is noted, thank you!)
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Chrys helps Lumen clear the path, though she doesn't try to stop anyone from shimmy-ing by should they want to enter the room first. She listens with half an ear to Silver's question. "Oi there... it ain't quite th' same with elves as it is fer tha rest o' us. Elves live a real long time, see? Some folk say they kin live forever if they really want. Don't have children too oft neither, e'en less oft than us dwarves, I hear. Means that no matter what this clan here wants ta do, they got all the time in the world ta decide... s'long as there ain't no return visits from greater evils." She pauses in her cleaning. "An' ta be frank, I think that's the real problem here. It ain't bout repopulatin' the keep... it's 'bout findin' that fella who sent the dragon here in the first place. Ain't nowhere gonna be comfortable, towns or keeps or forests or otherwise, 'til we deal with him, I'm guessin'."
You spend a few minute clearing the debris away from the entrance of the dining hall, Aelar listens to both Silver's and Chrys's thoughtful comments and responds,
"I take no offense from your question, and it is one that I do take to heart, because it is something that has plagued my thoughts ever since this terrible crisis befell us. You are correct, Faen and Syllin will be the last generation born here. However, as Chrys has pointed out, we are elf kind and our lives are long. Even now, we may have centuries left to life in this material world, which means that there is plenty of time for the two children to grow up and mature. It's not unthinkable to imagine that someday they may choose to leave and find new homes and perhaps mates with with to share their lives, but for now, they have many years to live here and learn from us and from the many tomes we have in our library. If you have the time, I would encourage you to spend some time in there, for there are many books of interest in our collection."
"During that time, we will recover and this horrible even that we endured will grow to be but a small memory in the very long lifeline of our people. It may be that our line will indeed end someday, but if that does happen, it will be at a time that is beyond the lives of men and most of the folk."
"And regarding what Chrys has said, I too am troubled by the sickly spirit that infected Duskbrigner. If it has escaped, then there is no telling who else it might infect and what additional damage it may cause in the future. I regret that I do not have an answer to this concern."
After a few minutes, when the debris has been cleared, you enter the dining room and see that an impressive wooden table, joined by a dozen carved chairs, takes up the majority of this chamber. The walls are paneled with carvings of the surrounding woods, flocks of ravens and other wildlife. A scattered mess of golden candlesticks, fine cutlery and crockery are strewn all over the room, and it's clear that whoever was in here has plundered the pantry, which is easily seen from the remnants of food scraps that are scattered across the table.
All of her admiration regarding the weapons turned to ash at the reminder that each of these weapons used to have a wielder, now dead either due to the orcs or dragon. Even so, Silver's query brought a genuine expression of puzzlement to the drow's face before Chrys and Aelar's explanation made it clear that perhaps that wasn't as apparent to everyone. Regarding Aelar with sympathetic yet not pitying eyes she stated, "They are young and thus can easily recover. They still have plenty of support and time to thrive once more."
As he brought up the library and them enduring even if their line would end, Nym's gaze drifted off to stare into the middle distance, contemplating something before coming back to herself as they began to move. The sight of the gutted dining hall was discouraging, if not all that surprising. This was something she felt hit too close to home for herself. Lips thin as she surveyed the barely scraps littered about carelessly, the cleric shrugged off her pack, resting it on the table before rooting around to extract four days worth of her rations. They were unfortunately not tasteless and certainly dry and perhaps even a bit stale. But they provided enough nutrition to fill the belly and keep one going. Putting them in one of the pantries before softly shutting the door she simply explained, "For Syllin and Faen. Until you all get back on your feet and can hunt and forage again." Blinking something then occurred to her at the word 'hunt'. "Oh! Lumen, you harvested the meat, yes? It's still good?"
Nym Durnodel - Aspiring Heroes of Faerûn // Danica Amastacia - Red Dead Annihilation
Lumen tries to clean up a bit, searching for hidden kobolds, and nods to Nym that the dragon meat should last them awhile, especially if they know how to make jerky. He is eager to move along to help clear the place.
"Got ta admit, feels a lil' strange ta be eatin' talkin' beasts. E'en if they are evil ta the core. Needs must, I suppose," Chrys grunts, thinking of the previous evening. "I'd rather take a rhubarb pie any day o' the week o'er dragon steak, I'll admit, e'en as a red-blooded dwarf, no matter how tasty. Still... I guess if folks be wearin' them scales as armor, it ain't nothin' ta have a barbeque either."
Chrys takes a critical eye to the room, searching not so much for hidden kobolds as Lumen does, but for things hidden from the rampaging kobolds that passed through... or perhaps things the kobolds might have left behind. (secrets and clues search through the mess)
(same roll, choose one:) Perception: 14 OR Investigation: 12
Aelar thanks Nym for her food donation, and upon seeing nothing else out of the ordinary in here, or anything that the kobolds might have left behind, he indicates that he's ready to move on. It's clear that he and the others will have a lot of cleaning up to do, and that he wants to quickly make sure the rest of the keep is secure.
He suggests moving to the library, since that's the next room on the first floor. Upon entering, you find yourselves once again, inside this grand room with towering bookshelves of finely carved oak, each of which contains hundreds if not thousands of books on an unimaginably large range of topics.
As you look amongst the stacks, you don't see any signs of kobolds, and as with before, this place appears to be mostly intact and free from any kind of damage or vandalism.
Aelar says, "Syllin loves it in here. It is not at all surprising that this is where you found them. She often gets lots for hours with her nose in the books."
Lumen points out where they were hiding when they found them. He looks around briefly and is happy to continue the sweep.
"I see," says Silver, lowering her head. "I apologise for my ignorance of your ways. My kind are also long lived compared to many races, but even our eldest may only live half as long as an elf, and must still suffer the frailties of old age in a way I have heard elves do not. If one of our tribes were reduced in such a way they would seek out another tribe to join. It was foolish of me assume others would act the same way, I will not do so again."
In the discussion of eating the dragon meat, Silver thought back on what she had been taught about dead dragons - it was said that their soul remained with the body until it had completely decayed, observing the world. So in a way they were helping Duskbringer's soul to pass on to whatever awaited it, though Silver did not think Chrys would feel better for being told this.
The plundered dining hall spoke volumes about want kobolds found valuable, so Silver was not surprised when the library remained untouched. Clearly they saw no value in books and knowledge.
"The kobolds' desires seem to be quite basic - food, shelter. They may be drawn to small baubles, like magpies, if they take after their dragon mistress. So you have a treasury here, or something similar?" she asks Aelar.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Oi," Chrys says, as she scans the library. "Wasn't Fivin yer librarian? Mebbie there's a clue here 'bout why he was actin' so shifty," she suggests. Then she looks at the books, immediately intimidated by the prospect of searching through them.
Lumen points at Chrys. "Smart lady. Yes, Aelar, if Fivin was hiding something, where would he hide it? If you don't want to look yourself, do you mind if we look? I'm hoping this is all a misunderstanding, but if it's not, having more information is better than less." His eyes dart around for an office or desk or some centralized location where a librarian might spend time in their library.
He inspires Chrys. (d6 to any roll... unless we've leveled up to 5, in which case, d8)
Then looks himself...
Investigation: 8
Aelar answers Silver with a tone of compassion in his voice. It is no worry at all, and I take no offense at your inquiry, my dear friend of the forest. There is many that we do not know of your kind as well, and asking questions is how we learn more about each other."
When you reach the library, the copper haired elf responds to Chrys and Lumen with a more serious tone, "Yes, Fivin is our chronicler and has long been a trusted member of our tribe. He does spend a great deal of time here in our library, but I do know know if or where he would hide anything from the rest of us. You are more than welcome to have a look for yourselves."
There is a long table and a few chairs along the wall at the north end of the room that are obviously used by those who spend time reading and writing here in the library. Looking around, though, the only thing you find are a few rolls of blank parchment, and a few pens, quills and jars of ink.
There are so many books here.... thousands upon thousands, and Chrys's eyes browse with a bit of hazy eyed confusion as scan across shelf after shelf. a number of tomes catch her eye, including the following titles: (Kess accompanies Chris with great interest, and helps translate the ones written in elvish.)
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As Chrys has a look through some of the books, Vesper follows her and says with excitement, "Wow! Dundragon would LOVE it here! Remember, he said that he likes books, and even said that if we ever came across any interesting books on our adventures he would purchase them from us!"
She then looks quickly at Aelar, embarrassed. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you... I know that this is your library, and not a book store, but we know a wizard who has a particular interest in rare and interesting books. I just meant that he would really like this place!"
Aelar responds with a kind voice. "Worry not, child. I take no offense. I'm sure you wizard friend would indeed enjoy it here, as would most. In fact, we even have a few arcane tomes that you're welcome to take. It's the least I can offer you for all of your efforts here."
He leads Vesper over to this area of the library, and shows her the numerous books that cover a wide range of subjects about magic and arcane history. One of the books contains a few spells, as if written on spell scrolls: blade ward, fly, jump, magic missile, shocking grasp, and unseen servant.
(Oh so now you are tempting Lumen to multi class into wizard!)
Lumen is interested in The Curse of the Wolf - and asked to borrow it, promising to bring it back one day. He’s interested in any connection to the will o the wisp and shapechangers.
Hes ready to move to the next room though.