Al-Ashari is suddenly holding a strange dagger in her hand. (See your sheet for image and details...) Her attunement to her pearl of power ceases and she feels herself attuned to this new item. (You cannot unattune this dagger.)
The dagger appears to have an endless maze of mirrors along it's blade.
Al-Ashari would be aware of the properties of the blade, though the identity of whomever is inside it would be a mystery still. that there is an entity there would be clear, but not the who or what.
(Ok, now I know what artifact I want for my never-allowed-into-any-game assassin. But Al-Ashari hoped for some knowledge)
Al-Ashari shook her head, getting rid of the mesmerizing effect of the light, dancing in the numerous mirrors, decorating that strange blade. At first she wanted to trow the dagger away, back into the well, or anywhere, like a disgusting insect, but the feeling of bonding with the weapon, that link she new quite well, but that now felt unbreakable, stopped her hand.
"How is that an answer?!" Irritably exclaimed Al-Ashari addressing either the well or the weapon - she was not sure herself. "Would it point the direction? Or is Cecilia inside the dagger somehow?" She looked at the dagger, trying not to focus on the mirrors: "Did you kill her and now her soul is trapped in your mirrors? No, you do not work this way. Then how do you related to Cecilia?!"
She took out one of her own ordinary daggers from its scabbard and put the that sparkling piece of jewellery on its place. Then turned to the group. "I give up. You wanted to check some dungeon? Let's go to the dungeon. Nothing makes even remote sense here, we can as well become local dungeon dwellers or monster hunters, grew some gills and get used to the rain. Whatever!"
Merric eyes the sorceress shrewdly. Clearly the dagger had not provided the desired information, at least not in a readily understandable format. But, the wish had been granted. He turned his attention to the well, decision made.
Walking up to the well, he bowed, then spoke clearly, focusing on his diction, added the coins, then, "Greeting, Well. I wish to know how we can find Cecilia, daughter of the Duchess who resides at the house I arrived at when first I was transported to this City, perhaps called the Crooked house, if Cecilia lives and, if Cecilia does not live, how we can find Cecilia's body."
Kale just watches and tells his bear to be ready for anything. He does lean on the well after Merric is done wishing (and the inevitable results that come from that), and tosses a single gold coin into the well. Then he leans over and cups his hands, saying into the well's bottom:
"Oh, I'm not wishing for anything today. I just think you're working hard and deserve some recognition for it, so it's my gift to you - no strings attached. Thank you, and wish us good luck as we try to lift the curse on you and this entire city." He stops, then leans back over. "That last bit was rhetorical."
(Ok, now I know what artifact I want for my never-allowed-into-any-game assassin. But Al-Ashari hoped for some knowledge)
Al-Ashari shook her head, getting rid of the mesmerizing effect of the light, dancing in the numerous mirrors, decorating that strange blade. At first she wanted to trow the dagger away, back into the well, or anywhere, like a disgusting insect, but the feeling of bonding with the weapon, that link she new quite well, but that now felt unbreakable, stopped her hand.
"How is that an answer?!" Irritably exclaimed Al-Ashari addressing either the well or the weapon - she was not sure herself. "Would it point the direction? Or is Cecilia inside the dagger somehow?" She looked at the dagger, trying not to focus on the mirrors: "Did you kill her and now her soul is trapped in your mirrors? No, you do not work this way. Then how do you related to Cecilia?!"
She took out one of her own ordinary daggers from its scabbard and put the that sparkling piece of jewellery on its place. Then turned to the group. "I give up. You wanted to check some dungeon? Let's go to the dungeon. Nothing makes even remote sense here, we can as well become local dungeon dwellers or monster hunters, grew some gills and get used to the rain. Whatever!"
As you hold the dagger you feel it pulling in two different directions. One leads upwards, towards the bridge above you, the second seems to lead 'elsewhere' as if it doesn't know exactly where to point.
"Just speak the name of who you wish to find, and I can lead you to them..." A voice says into Al-Ashari's mind. "The physical form of the one yous eek seems to be on the bridge above..." There is a slight pause though. "How much good that will do is hard to say, as the spirit of this individual seems to not be with the body, but has moved on..."
Merric eyes the sorceress shrewdly. Clearly the dagger had not provided the desired information, at least not in a readily understandable format. But, the wish had been granted. He turned his attention to the well, decision made.
Walking up to the well, he bowed, then spoke clearly, focusing on his diction, added the coins, then, "Greeting, Well. I wish to know how we can find Cecilia, daughter of the Duchess who resides at the house I arrived at when first I was transported to this City, perhaps called the Crooked house, if Cecilia lives and, if Cecilia does not live, how we can find Cecilia's body."
You are transformed. Change your race to Winged tiefling. You now have a pair of wings.
The voice comes from the well. "Fly little birdy and find what you seek..."
Kale just watches and tells his bear to be ready for anything. He does lean on the well after Merric is done wishing (and the inevitable results that come from that), and tosses a single gold coin into the well. Then he leans over and cups his hands, saying into the well's bottom:
"Oh, I'm not wishing for anything today. I just think you're working hard and deserve some recognition for it, so it's my gift to you - no strings attached. Thank you, and wish us good luck as we try to lift the curse on you and this entire city." He stops, then leans back over. "That last bit was rhetorical."
"Then make good use of this..." The voice says and a greatsword appears, leaning against the well. It is a Vorpal sword. "Will aid you in the stairs..."
Merric eyes the sorceress shrewdly. Clearly the dagger had not provided the desired information, at least not in a readily understandable format. But, the wish had been granted. He turned his attention to the well, decision made.
Walking up to the well, he bowed, then spoke clearly, focusing on his diction, added the coins, then, "Greeting, Well. I wish to know how we can find Cecilia, daughter of the Duchess who resides at the house I arrived at when first I was transported to this City, perhaps called the Crooked house, if Cecilia lives and, if Cecilia does not live, how we can find Cecilia's body."
You are transformed. Change your race to Winged tiefling. You now have a pair of wings.
The voice comes from the well. "Fly little birdy and find what you seek..."
Merric stood stock-still, dumbfounded for the first time anyone here could remember. Then his head moved down surveying his legs, his arms out to the side, eyes studied those, his tongue flicked out and his eyes tried to follow that. Then, slowly, wings unfurled from his back.
"O'me, frens...somethin' happened to me I'm thinkin'." Turning to them, he went on, "Are you seein' this? Tis not an illusion, tis it? I be a...tiefling? With wings? This'll be changin' things, I'm thinkin'." Those listening caught the faintest hint of loss. He was still an assassin on the Golden Hin but...no longer a halfling of the Ghostwise clan. He could no longer speak to his companions mind-to-mind. Merric had always taken life as it was, accepting the changes and challenges that came his way with equanimity. But this...
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, his wings...WINGS!!!...furling onto his back again. This too would be met with equanimity. What could be done could be undone.
"So...what be next, me frens?" He voice was back to its normal jovial, carefree tone. "With me wings, I'm thinkin' we now have an advantage we ought to not be wastin'."
(Did Merric's clothes transformed as well? Just asking :) )
"Yes," sighed Al-Ashari turning away, "we certainly do see it all. It also seems the dagger was an answer after all, but it says Cecilia is dead, or, to be precise, soulless - her body must be on the bridge above us, while her spirit moved on. Shall we go there? On the bridge?"
"The bridge, you say, lass?" Merric asked? "Up that way?" He jabs a taloned thumb upwards, then stares at the thumb. "I'm thinkin' this'll take some gettin' used too," he says with a laugh. "Well, no sense wastin' time, on that or findin' the wee lass's body. Do you want to jump on that fancy broom an' join me?" He asks Kale, turning his way.
Nodding at the response, and waiting for Kale if he's coming, Merric's new wings unfurl again, and crouching, he leaps up, his wings sweeping down, and he begins flying up to the bridge.
Whitegaze will move forward to join Merric, "I can come with you as well, but our previous experiences in this town have shown splitting the group to be a bad idea. Can everyone manage to join us?"
"I can, though it's not my favorite way of moving around and it's costly."She looked at the new girl: "Lya? As strange as the question sounds - can you fly?"
"I can transform myself into something that can fly, or I can use a magic doorway (dimension door) to get there." Lia confirms. "If I use the door I can take someone with me..."
"I will join you, Lia" said Al-Ashari, not to keen on the idea of flying. "Open the door, if you please." That was a more understandable and respectable way of travelling.
Kale scratches his head, and nods as he picks up the greatsword. It's very heavy, and he struggles under the weight. "Eh, Whitegaze," he calls out to the other man. "You think you can do something with this? It looks like it would be very useful in the right hands, which are decidedly not mine."
(Add a Vorpal Greatsword to your inventory if you take it. Add a point of shame to your reputation if you don't take this +3 legendary sword of beheading. You need to attune to it.)
"Well. That's… a look," Kale says to Merric as he inspects the now-tiefling's new appearance. "Let's hope it's permanent enough to not cancel out in mid-air," he adds with a chuckle. Then he pulls out his broom of flying. "I'm sure we'll all find a way to get up there. But let me know if you want to ride or pull yourself along on this broom with me. It can carry much more weight than just my own, after all."
Kale will fly up with the others when all is said and done.
Al-Ashari is suddenly holding a strange dagger in her hand. (See your sheet for image and details...) Her attunement to her pearl of power ceases and she feels herself attuned to this new item. (You cannot unattune this dagger.)
The dagger appears to have an endless maze of mirrors along it's blade.
Al-Ashari would be aware of the properties of the blade, though the identity of whomever is inside it would be a mystery still. that there is an entity there would be clear, but not the who or what.
(Ok, now I know what artifact I want for my never-allowed-into-any-game assassin. But Al-Ashari hoped for some knowledge)
Al-Ashari shook her head, getting rid of the mesmerizing effect of the light, dancing in the numerous mirrors, decorating that strange blade. At first she wanted to trow the dagger away, back into the well, or anywhere, like a disgusting insect, but the feeling of bonding with the weapon, that link she new quite well, but that now felt unbreakable, stopped her hand.
"How is that an answer?!" Irritably exclaimed Al-Ashari addressing either the well or the weapon - she was not sure herself. "Would it point the direction? Or is Cecilia inside the dagger somehow?" She looked at the dagger, trying not to focus on the mirrors: "Did you kill her and now her soul is trapped in your mirrors? No, you do not work this way. Then how do you related to Cecilia?!"
She took out one of her own ordinary daggers from its scabbard and put the that sparkling piece of jewellery on its place. Then turned to the group. "I give up. You wanted to check some dungeon? Let's go to the dungeon. Nothing makes even remote sense here, we can as well become local dungeon dwellers or monster hunters, grew some gills and get used to the rain. Whatever!"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Merric eyes the sorceress shrewdly. Clearly the dagger had not provided the desired information, at least not in a readily understandable format. But, the wish had been granted. He turned his attention to the well, decision made.
Walking up to the well, he bowed, then spoke clearly, focusing on his diction, added the coins, then, "Greeting, Well. I wish to know how we can find Cecilia, daughter of the Duchess who resides at the house I arrived at when first I was transported to this City, perhaps called the Crooked house, if Cecilia lives and, if Cecilia does not live, how we can find Cecilia's body."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Kale just watches and tells his bear to be ready for anything. He does lean on the well after Merric is done wishing (and the inevitable results that come from that), and tosses a single gold coin into the well. Then he leans over and cups his hands, saying into the well's bottom:
"Oh, I'm not wishing for anything today. I just think you're working hard and deserve some recognition for it, so it's my gift to you - no strings attached. Thank you, and wish us good luck as we try to lift the curse on you and this entire city." He stops, then leans back over. "That last bit was rhetorical."
Whitegaze would try and find a spot out of the rain and wait patiently for a new direction to be decided on.
As you hold the dagger you feel it pulling in two different directions. One leads upwards, towards the bridge above you, the second seems to lead 'elsewhere' as if it doesn't know exactly where to point.
"Just speak the name of who you wish to find, and I can lead you to them..." A voice says into Al-Ashari's mind. "The physical form of the one yous eek seems to be on the bridge above..." There is a slight pause though. "How much good that will do is hard to say, as the spirit of this individual seems to not be with the body, but has moved on..."
You are transformed. Change your race to Winged tiefling. You now have a pair of wings.
The voice comes from the well. "Fly little birdy and find what you seek..."
"Then make good use of this..." The voice says and a greatsword appears, leaning against the well. It is a Vorpal sword. "Will aid you in the stairs..."
LOL...that was unexpected. love it!
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Merric stood stock-still, dumbfounded for the first time anyone here could remember. Then his head moved down surveying his legs, his arms out to the side, eyes studied those, his tongue flicked out and his eyes tried to follow that. Then, slowly, wings unfurled from his back.
"O'me, frens...somethin' happened to me I'm thinkin'." Turning to them, he went on, "Are you seein' this? Tis not an illusion, tis it? I be a...tiefling? With wings? This'll be changin' things, I'm thinkin'." Those listening caught the faintest hint of loss. He was still an assassin on the Golden Hin but...no longer a halfling of the Ghostwise clan. He could no longer speak to his companions mind-to-mind. Merric had always taken life as it was, accepting the changes and challenges that came his way with equanimity. But this...
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, his wings...WINGS!!!...furling onto his back again. This too would be met with equanimity. What could be done could be undone.
"So...what be next, me frens?" He voice was back to its normal jovial, carefree tone. "With me wings, I'm thinkin' we now have an advantage we ought to not be wastin'."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(Did Merric's clothes transformed as well? Just asking :) )
"Yes," sighed Al-Ashari turning away, "we certainly do see it all. It also seems the dagger was an answer after all, but it says Cecilia is dead, or, to be precise, soulless - her body must be on the bridge above us, while her spirit moved on. Shall we go there? On the bridge?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"The bridge, you say, lass?" Merric asked? "Up that way?" He jabs a taloned thumb upwards, then stares at the thumb. "I'm thinkin' this'll take some gettin' used too," he says with a laugh. "Well, no sense wastin' time, on that or findin' the wee lass's body. Do you want to jump on that fancy broom an' join me?" He asks Kale, turning his way.
Nodding at the response, and waiting for Kale if he's coming, Merric's new wings unfurl again, and crouching, he leaps up, his wings sweeping down, and he begins flying up to the bridge.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Whitegaze will move forward to join Merric, "I can come with you as well, but our previous experiences in this town have shown splitting the group to be a bad idea. Can everyone manage to join us?"
"I can, though it's not my favorite way of moving around and it's costly." She looked at the new girl: "Lya? As strange as the question sounds - can you fly?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"I can transform myself into something that can fly, or I can use a magic doorway (dimension door) to get there." Lia confirms. "If I use the door I can take someone with me..."
Merric nods from where he is hovering...HOVERING!!!!...in the sky. "That be everyone, I'm thinkin'. Let's be on our way!"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"I will join you, Lia" said Al-Ashari, not to keen on the idea of flying. "Open the door, if you please." That was a more understandable and respectable way of travelling.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Whitegaze will activate his boots and start flying up to the bridge with the others.
(I'm assuming happyandbob is out, given that he hasn't been on in a month.)
(Sorry everyone, was sick for a few days.)
Kale scratches his head, and nods as he picks up the greatsword. It's very heavy, and he struggles under the weight. "Eh, Whitegaze," he calls out to the other man. "You think you can do something with this? It looks like it would be very useful in the right hands, which are decidedly not mine."
(Add a Vorpal Greatsword to your inventory if you take it. Add a point of shame to your reputation if you don't take this +3 legendary sword of beheading. You need to attune to it.)
"Well. That's… a look," Kale says to Merric as he inspects the now-tiefling's new appearance. "Let's hope it's permanent enough to not cancel out in mid-air," he adds with a chuckle. Then he pulls out his broom of flying. "I'm sure we'll all find a way to get up there. But let me know if you want to ride or pull yourself along on this broom with me. It can carry much more weight than just my own, after all."
Kale will fly up with the others when all is said and done.
Whitegaze will take the sword and slot it into his magical quiver, “Its not my preferred weapon, but perhaps it will come in useful.”