Gregor's eyes go black, his mouth opens, and a now-familiar voice speaks:
"We are GOLORR. We awaken at your call. We speak through this vessel. Knowledge given, knowledge granted. Submit your offering. Submit your petition. We are listening. We are waiting."
With a look of distaste, Falshen stops leaning back in his chair and squints at Gregor/Golorr. "Dear gods, THAT's what I looked like last time-" Suddenly realizing Golorr might consider this a question, the rogue quickly finishes, "eh, Ian?"
Grimacing, Falshen replies, "If I remember aright, it has to be information of substance to be worthwhile - a secret, perhaps..." Turning to Gregor/Golorr, he states, "I wish to trade with you, mighty Golorr. I offer you two dark and little known secrets in exchange for answers to two questions." With a deep breath, he continues, "First, my uncle, Sir Luth Margaster, had dealings with the cult of Asmodeus and, in fact, was a member of the cult himself. Second, Sir Luth did not retire from public life; he was slain by me when he tried to sacrifice me in the name of Asmodeus. In exchange for these two closely held secrets, I wish to know what three keys are needed to open the adamantine doors beneath the Pink Flumph theater and where to find them."
"Your offering is ACCEPTED. You shall KNOW what you SEEK.
Neverember sealed the door to his hoard with THREE KEYS he deemed both RARE and STRANGE. Each key is the SEVERED MEMBER of a being of POWER and DREAD - one from a DRAGON of METALLIC HUE, one from a deep-dwelling devotee of the SPIDER QUEEN, and one from a MANY-EYED ABERRATION.
HEW each KEY from the flesh of its bearer, or COUNTERFEIT a convincing COPY - the DOOR does not KNOW."
Turning to address his companions, Falshen remarks, "Do you all interpret this as I do? Whether copies or originals, we need a... body-part... from a metallic dragon, one from a drow or some other such being, and one from a beholder or beholder-kin. So, a scale, a finger, and an eyestalk, yes?"
Thinking of Falshen’s comment, Ian pulls out his bag of holding and fishes around in it for a second. He brings out the Inhumanly Large Eye on a Stalk, and the Withered Drow Hand in a Bag.
Ian says, “Well that explains why our crispy Dwarven breakfast partner had these on his person. A drow’s hand and what seems to be an eyestalk. I think that’s two of the three keys. We’re just short a piece of a dragon. I have no idea on that one.”
Pursing his lips in a mixture of delighted surprise and concentration, Falshen replies, "Off-hand, I would think we might acquire such a scale from a warrior - such as those within the paladin order - or from a merchant. Perhaps an alchemist or other purveyor of magical components?"
Irma's contacts in the Order don't turn up any metallic dragon scales for sale or trade, but Falshen recollects a rumor that a young bronze dragon has been spotted diving in Deepwater Harbor of late.
Assuming that Gregor attempts to cast Legend Lore when he is finished Attuning - he needs to make a Wisdom saving throw.
13
Gregor's eyes go black, his mouth opens, and a now-familiar voice speaks:
"We are GOLORR. We awaken at your call. We speak through this vessel. Knowledge given, knowledge granted. Submit your offering. Submit your petition. We are listening. We are waiting."
With a look of distaste, Falshen stops leaning back in his chair and squints at Gregor/Golorr. "Dear gods, THAT's what I looked like last time-" Suddenly realizing Golorr might consider this a question, the rogue quickly finishes, "eh, Ian?"
Ian looks pointedly at Falshen,
“Indeed. You become a man possessed... of something alright.”
”We’ve all volunteered information before. Perhaps you should give it a try, Falshen.”
Grimacing, Falshen replies, "If I remember aright, it has to be information of substance to be worthwhile - a secret, perhaps..." Turning to Gregor/Golorr, he states, "I wish to trade with you, mighty Golorr. I offer you two dark and little known secrets in exchange for answers to two questions." With a deep breath, he continues, "First, my uncle, Sir Luth Margaster, had dealings with the cult of Asmodeus and, in fact, was a member of the cult himself. Second, Sir Luth did not retire from public life; he was slain by me when he tried to sacrifice me in the name of Asmodeus. In exchange for these two closely held secrets, I wish to know what three keys are needed to open the adamantine doors beneath the Pink Flumph theater and where to find them."
"Your offering is ACCEPTED. You shall KNOW what you SEEK.
Neverember sealed the door to his hoard with THREE KEYS he deemed both RARE and STRANGE. Each key is the SEVERED MEMBER of a being of POWER and DREAD - one from a DRAGON of METALLIC HUE, one from a deep-dwelling devotee of the SPIDER QUEEN, and one from a MANY-EYED ABERRATION.
HEW each KEY from the flesh of its bearer, or COUNTERFEIT a convincing COPY - the DOOR does not KNOW."
Turning to address his companions, Falshen remarks, "Do you all interpret this as I do? Whether copies or originals, we need a... body-part... from a metallic dragon, one from a drow or some other such being, and one from a beholder or beholder-kin. So, a scale, a finger, and an eyestalk, yes?"
Irma nods in agreement.
Irma states that he can meet with the paladin order and ask them for some guidance on the riddle.
Thinking of Falshen’s comment, Ian pulls out his bag of holding and fishes around in it for a second. He brings out the Inhumanly Large Eye on a Stalk, and the Withered Drow Hand in a Bag.
Ian says, “Well that explains why our crispy Dwarven breakfast partner had these on his person. A drow’s hand and what seems to be an eyestalk. I think that’s two of the three keys. We’re just short a piece of a dragon. I have no idea on that one.”
Pursing his lips in a mixture of delighted surprise and concentration, Falshen replies, "Off-hand, I would think we might acquire such a scale from a warrior - such as those within the paladin order - or from a merchant. Perhaps an alchemist or other purveyor of magical components?"
Irma nods in agreement, "I can ask the order and see if I can get such a scale from them."
Falshen's History Check: 21
Irma investigation roll: 11
Irma's contacts in the Order don't turn up any metallic dragon scales for sale or trade, but Falshen recollects a rumor that a young bronze dragon has been spotted diving in Deepwater Harbor of late.
Falshen shares his information with the group in the hopes that it may spark an idea from one of them about how to locate a water-dwelling dragon.
Irma replies that he can inquire at te Paladin guild and see if there have been successful attempts at locating a water-dwelling dragon.
Falshen will check with his family and see if they know anything.
Falshen Investigation check: 10