#3 responds to Helena, “You are not understanding me. It is more dangerous than all of us combined. And IT is not a he. It is an IT.” He mutters something to his companions, whose magic dissipates as their hands go down. #3 raises his hand towards Helena, motioning her to lower the bow. He yells out again, “Come with us and we will explain!”
As soon as the strangers proved to not be going to attack, Lia would jump off of the ship and move a bit away from it.
"Well, he is with us." She would tell the strangers. "And, frankly, we know more about him than we do about you." She would be scanning the area though, looking for something. Her hand would go back to the crystal hanging from its chain, hoping for some sort of direction.
Looking to the strangers, and pointing down to Kronk, Harq asks "Are you referring to this it? He may eat dirt, but calling him 'it' is a bit harsh no?"
#3 says back to Harq, “I could be harsher. Come with us, and I will explain. We have a circle that will take you to our tower. If, at any time, you wish to leave, you may.”
Kronk will look closely at old #3, trying to get a feel for whether or not they are telling the truth. Just a general feeling for whether or not they might intend something neferious. Or not.
Perception. 6
“Meaning what IT, this hollering you about?” (What do you mean IT?)
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Helena raises her brow, trying to ascertain whether they are being truthful about allowing us to leave at anytime. She lowers her aim. "HE is not an it."
Kronk That would be insight, not perception—not that it matters with a nat 1. You squint your eyes, trying to figure out where exactly the cloaked figures are. However, their cloaks manage to blind you with reflecting sunlight, so you just give up on finding them. You let out a loud hmph.
Helena You, however, are not distracted by the fancy cloaks. You get the sense that they are telling the truth. They do know something about Kronk, and may even have some kind of history with him.
Still frowning, she sighs and turns to her companions. "It seems they know something and it's not like we're in a rush. The repairs on the ship will probably take a while... should we follow them? Can't help but be a bit curious, despite how rude they are." She glances at Kronk with an ever so subtle look of pity.
Brodan does not seem happy to follow them but he does so quietly. After their less then friendly introduction he will keep his staff out, using it as a walking stick for the time being. "Well this is turnin out to be quite an interestin start of our day."
Lia nods, distracted as they head away from the ship. She would move up near their guides.
"Has anything strange happened here recently?" She asks. "I was given a vision of some strange book, with a crystal like this one on it's cover. I don't know what it means though..." She holds up her crystal for the strangers to see.
The party walks towards the group of cloaked figures with hands on their weapons, ready to fight in case something goes wrong. As you get closer, Lia asks them about her crystal, to which #3 replies, “I do not know of anything like that, but some of the scholars in our tower may. You may ask them when we get there.”
When the party is about 10ft away from the suspicious beings, #3 pulls down the hood of his cloak, followed by the others. They are all human and #3 seems to be the oldest. He has grayish white hair and very pale, very wrinkled skin. His companions seem younger and more tanned.
These humans lead you all to their teleportation circle, which is just another 10ft behind them. As you all slowly step into the area, you see your friends disappear one-by-one, then you appear somewhere in their tower. The last person through the circle is Skarhys. #3 looks to Helena, believing her to be the leader of the group, and says, “As it seems friendly to you, this thing will be allowed into our tower. However, it is still very much a threat. Some of our mages will have to keep spells at the ready in case it rampages. As long as it remains calm, no harm will come to it.”
"If harm does come to him, then I hope you'll understand why harm may come to you. Now, are you going to tell us what's going on or not? Are you some sort of mages guild?"
"How kind of you..." Harq replies, somewhat sarcastically, continuing "As I'm sure you saw, our ship ran afoul of some rocks on the way in. We do need to get to fixing it. Have you any supplies we may purchase?"
((There are many more around you, but I’m going to keep calling him #3 to keep it simple.))
#3 shows you around the tower as he explains. “My name is Loqar. I, along with my peers here, are scholars of history, and yes, we are mostly mages. Studying the magical arts helps protect our tower and our library. I am the oldest here, and for that, the historians believe I am the wisest.” He introduces you to some of the people you pass by. “With their assistance, I have been reincarnated several lifetimes. I have had many pupils that I would teach everything I know. Some of these apprentices were exceptionally bright, and one such prodigy was a young man named Soren.” He leads you all through a door that seems to take you to a pocket dimension, where there are rows upon rows of bookshelves. Each section could easily contain 1000 books. “He was brought in when he was only 12 years old and I believed he had the potential to change the world. Now, the mages here have experience in necromancy—they learn a little bit during their training so that they may defend against such magic.” He does a small motion with his hand and a transparent hand forms. It floats up and grips a black-covered book. It pulls the book out and slowly goes down to Loqar’s reach. “However, my dearest Soren wanted to know more. He had mastered all schools of magic and wished to master necromancy as well. One day, he asked me how he could make...artificial..life. He told me he was looking for ‘specimens’ he could work with; he already had parts of some kind of giant. I told him the magic he was seeking was foul, and that..” His voice slightly quivers. “That I had no choice but to cast him out. He looked..so angry and...he killed at least 20 of the scholars of that time. He said that he would be back. That he would kill me and have his revenge.” He takes a deep breath and regains his composure. “Your friend here, whatever it calls itself, has to be the creation of the young boy I taught—that I cared about.” He opens the book to a page with a type of unusual writing and strange symbols and pictures.
If you want to attempt to interpret it, roll for investigation.
((Your post wasn’t there when I started typing, so let’s say Harq’s question comes in before you leave. They’ll give you supplies before sending you off.))
Helena You examine the book, both cover and contents. The front cover seems to have a symbol. It looks like the head of a horned creature. When you put your hands on the imprints of the cover, you have this feeling of dread looming, as if you just touched some kind of demonic spirit. You take a look at the writing and the pictures inside the book again, but are unable to determine what they mean. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— Loqar notices Helena’s struggle and says, “It’s Infernal. The language of devils and demons.” He looks back at the party. “This is but one of many branches of our great library. We tend to send news out to one another. There is nobody known to have studied artificial life and there is no one more capable of it than the young man I used to know.”
#3 responds to Helena, “You are not understanding me. It is more dangerous than all of us combined. And IT is not a he. It is an IT.” He mutters something to his companions, whose magic dissipates as their hands go down. #3 raises his hand towards Helena, motioning her to lower the bow. He yells out again, “Come with us and we will explain!”
As soon as the strangers proved to not be going to attack, Lia would jump off of the ship and move a bit away from it.
"Well, he is with us." She would tell the strangers. "And, frankly, we know more about him than we do about you." She would be scanning the area though, looking for something. Her hand would go back to the crystal hanging from its chain, hoping for some sort of direction.
Lia
Your patron does not respond.
Looking to the strangers, and pointing down to Kronk, Harq asks "Are you referring to this it? He may eat dirt, but calling him 'it' is a bit harsh no?"
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#3 says back to Harq, “I could be harsher. Come with us, and I will explain. We have a circle that will take you to our tower. If, at any time, you wish to leave, you may.”
Kronk will look closely at old #3, trying to get a feel for whether or not they are telling the truth. Just a general feeling for whether or not they might intend something neferious. Or not.
Perception. 6
“Meaning what IT, this hollering you about?” (What do you mean IT?)
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Helena raises her brow, trying to ascertain whether they are being truthful about allowing us to leave at anytime. She lowers her aim. "HE is not an it."
Insight: 8
Kronk
That would be insight, not perception—not that it matters with a nat 1. You squint your eyes, trying to figure out where exactly the cloaked figures are. However, their cloaks manage to blind you with reflecting sunlight, so you just give up on finding them. You let out a loud hmph.
Helena
You, however, are not distracted by the fancy cloaks. You get the sense that they are telling the truth. They do know something about Kronk, and may even have some kind of history with him.
(Helena* haha)
Still frowning, she sighs and turns to her companions. "It seems they know something and it's not like we're in a rush. The repairs on the ship will probably take a while... should we follow them? Can't help but be a bit curious, despite how rude they are." She glances at Kronk with an ever so subtle look of pity.
“Argh!”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Harq looks to Helena, gestures her to lead the way, and will follow.
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Brodan does not seem happy to follow them but he does so quietly. After their less then friendly introduction he will keep his staff out, using it as a walking stick for the time being. "Well this is turnin out to be quite an interestin start of our day."
Lia nods, distracted as they head away from the ship. She would move up near their guides.
"Has anything strange happened here recently?" She asks. "I was given a vision of some strange book, with a crystal like this one on it's cover. I don't know what it means though..." She holds up her crystal for the strangers to see.
Kronk, a bit reluctantly, will follow. Being’s he’s suspicious, he seems ‘twitchy’; ready to defend himself a the drop of a pin.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The party walks towards the group of cloaked figures with hands on their weapons, ready to fight in case something goes wrong. As you get closer, Lia asks them about her crystal, to which #3 replies, “I do not know of anything like that, but some of the scholars in our tower may. You may ask them when we get there.”
When the party is about 10ft away from the suspicious beings, #3 pulls down the hood of his cloak, followed by the others. They are all human and #3 seems to be the oldest. He has grayish white hair and very pale, very wrinkled skin. His companions seem younger and more tanned.
These humans lead you all to their teleportation circle, which is just another 10ft behind them. As you all slowly step into the area, you see your friends disappear one-by-one, then you appear somewhere in their tower. The last person through the circle is Skarhys. #3 looks to Helena, believing her to be the leader of the group, and says, “As it seems friendly to you, this thing will be allowed into our tower. However, it is still very much a threat. Some of our mages will have to keep spells at the ready in case it rampages. As long as it remains calm, no harm will come to it.”
"If harm does come to him, then I hope you'll understand why harm may come to you. Now, are you going to tell us what's going on or not? Are you some sort of mages guild?"
"How kind of you..." Harq replies, somewhat sarcastically, continuing "As I'm sure you saw, our ship ran afoul of some rocks on the way in. We do need to get to fixing it. Have you any supplies we may purchase?"
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((There are many more around you, but I’m going to keep calling him #3 to keep it simple.))
#3 shows you around the tower as he explains. “My name is Loqar. I, along with my peers here, are scholars of history, and yes, we are mostly mages. Studying the magical arts helps protect our tower and our library. I am the oldest here, and for that, the historians believe I am the wisest.” He introduces you to some of the people you pass by. “With their assistance, I have been reincarnated several lifetimes. I have had many pupils that I would teach everything I know. Some of these apprentices were exceptionally bright, and one such prodigy was a young man named Soren.” He leads you all through a door that seems to take you to a pocket dimension, where there are rows upon rows of bookshelves. Each section could easily contain 1000 books. “He was brought in when he was only 12 years old and I believed he had the potential to change the world. Now, the mages here have experience in necromancy—they learn a little bit during their training so that they may defend against such magic.” He does a small motion with his hand and a transparent hand forms. It floats up and grips a black-covered book. It pulls the book out and slowly goes down to Loqar’s reach. “However, my dearest Soren wanted to know more. He had mastered all schools of magic and wished to master necromancy as well. One day, he asked me how he could make...artificial..life. He told me he was looking for ‘specimens’ he could work with; he already had parts of some kind of giant. I told him the magic he was seeking was foul, and that..” His voice slightly quivers. “That I had no choice but to cast him out. He looked..so angry and...he killed at least 20 of the scholars of that time. He said that he would be back. That he would kill me and have his revenge.” He takes a deep breath and regains his composure. “Your friend here, whatever it calls itself, has to be the creation of the young boy I taught—that I cared about.” He opens the book to a page with a type of unusual writing and strange symbols and pictures.
If you want to attempt to interpret it, roll for investigation.
((Your post wasn’t there when I started typing, so let’s say Harq’s question comes in before you leave. They’ll give you supplies before sending you off.))
"What makes you say that he 'has to be' a creation of your former student? The fact that he's big?"
Investigation: 20
Helena
You examine the book, both cover and contents. The front cover seems to have a symbol. It looks like the head of a horned creature. When you put your hands on the imprints of the cover, you have this feeling of dread looming, as if you just touched some kind of demonic spirit. You take a look at the writing and the pictures inside the book again, but are unable to determine what they mean.
——————————————————————————————————————————————————
Loqar notices Helena’s struggle and says, “It’s Infernal. The language of devils and demons.” He looks back at the party. “This is but one of many branches of our great library. We tend to send news out to one another. There is nobody known to have studied artificial life and there is no one more capable of it than the young man I used to know.”