It’s Ilmarrows phylactery. Lhazaar stole it to act as a bargaining chip, if the Kharrnathi war machine ever tried to take over the Principalities Lhazaar would smash the damn thing and Ilmarrow’s millennia long is distended would come to an end. The island is warded from divination magic and as you can tell the storm protects it from outsiders. Before you ask I don’t know what the phylactery looks like, I’m just a lieutenant, the big wigs tell me when to jump and I ask how many skeletons I have to throw me
It’s hard to read the undead, what with the lack of breathing and general dead quality of the features. However you feel that she is speaking the truth and has resigned herself to oblivion
Eoni nods her head, Very well, you shall die by sunlight as is your wish. I will stay with you until you are nothing but cinders.
Eoni then drags the tied up vampire to a spot which will be hit by the first rays of sunlight of the dawn, before plonking herself down beside the creature.
An hour passes and the first rays of sun start to show on the horizon. Aah dawn, by the Undying Court I missed sunrise. A shame I was brought back by Ilmarrows stooges and not my own people. Hopefully I will be able to join them soon. My thanks skin shifter, may your Traveller bless the paths upon which you tread. The vampire smiles briefly before sunlight breaks through the canopy and sets her undead flesh alight. She screams in agony, it is not swift nor is it painless but mercifully her screams eventually stop and all that remains are a pile of ashes and a signet ring with an elven symbol engraved upon it
Diomedes spends the time before dawn searching the jungle near to the camp. He finds several plants and lichens that have a medicinal use, allowing him to top up his healers kit and alchemist supplies back up to full
Sunrises and you break camp, continuing along the jungle trail. After midday you find yourself in a ruin, the jungle slowly claiming back the land from a dead civilization. The road leads through this ruined settlement, numerous houses line the street and ascends towards a palatial ruin higher up the mountainside
Eoni does not notice any traps but does identify several loose and degraded steps that could have given way underfoot. The architecture has an elven feel to it but with draconic iconography, strictly speaking both cultures spent millennia at war with each other and this type of blending of architectural styles is unheard of on the mainland
Having spent half of my life in a temple filled with fanatics, I should in theory be able to potentially make sense of this... Eoni mutters to herself as she studies the building, walking around it.
Despite your varied backgrounds and the breadth of knowledge potentially combined within there is nothing that any of you can think of that would explain the combining of these two racial backgrounds. For buildings of this age would have been at the height of the war between elves and dragons, a war for self governance once the elves had escape the giant empires collapse, there also seems to be hieroglyphs of a dragon marked lineage that has never been seen on Khorvaire.
It’s Ilmarrows phylactery. Lhazaar stole it to act as a bargaining chip, if the Kharrnathi war machine ever tried to take over the Principalities Lhazaar would smash the damn thing and Ilmarrow’s millennia long is distended would come to an end. The island is warded from divination magic and as you can tell the storm protects it from outsiders. Before you ask I don’t know what the phylactery looks like, I’m just a lieutenant, the big wigs tell me when to jump and I ask how many skeletons I have to throw me
Eoni cocks her head to the side, trying to tell if the vampire is telling the truth or withholding anything.
Insight 21
It’s hard to read the undead, what with the lack of breathing and general dead quality of the features. However you feel that she is speaking the truth and has resigned herself to oblivion
Eoni nods her head, Very well, you shall die by sunlight as is your wish. I will stay with you until you are nothing but cinders.
Eoni then drags the tied up vampire to a spot which will be hit by the first rays of sunlight of the dawn, before plonking herself down beside the creature.
An hour passes and the first rays of sun start to show on the horizon. Aah dawn, by the Undying Court I missed sunrise. A shame I was brought back by Ilmarrows stooges and not my own people. Hopefully I will be able to join them soon. My thanks skin shifter, may your Traveller bless the paths upon which you tread. The vampire smiles briefly before sunlight breaks through the canopy and sets her undead flesh alight. She screams in agony, it is not swift nor is it painless but mercifully her screams eventually stop and all that remains are a pile of ashes and a signet ring with an elven symbol engraved upon it
Eoni picks up the ring, dusting off the ashes and then studies it to see if there is anything of value to it.
Investigation 25
The ring is clearly of heraldic value. The vampire mentioned Aerenal, it is likely that this is a family signet from that reclusive island nation
Diomedes, not wishing to watch the creature suffer while bound so, had instead been busying himself looking for plants for his various kits.
Investigation - 21
Medicine - 8
Nature - 17
Diomedes spends the time before dawn searching the jungle near to the camp. He finds several plants and lichens that have a medicinal use, allowing him to top up his healers kit and alchemist supplies back up to full
Eoni pockets the ring, thinking it may come in use at a later date.
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Sunrises and you break camp, continuing along the jungle trail. After midday you find yourself in a ruin, the jungle slowly claiming back the land from a dead civilization. The road leads through this ruined settlement, numerous houses line the street and ascends towards a palatial ruin higher up the mountainside
Eoni scans the area, looking for anything of note.
Investigation 16
Perception 24
Survival 14
Eoni does not notice any traps but does identify several loose and degraded steps that could have given way underfoot. The architecture has an elven feel to it but with draconic iconography, strictly speaking both cultures spent millennia at war with each other and this type of blending of architectural styles is unheard of on the mainland
Rollo keeps a look out for any ambushes survival 19
perception 11
Diomedes casts his mind back to the many and various lessons of his master, hoping for something familiar to click
History - 6
Religion - 6
Leowin? Draskan? Perhaps there is something in the folklore or histories of your people that would help us make sense of these ruins?
Rollo thinks aloud, also racking his brains
Used to know a dawrf...Felix I think his name was...knew a lot about building history and craftsmanship....
history 19
Having spent half of my life in a temple filled with fanatics, I should in theory be able to potentially make sense of this... Eoni mutters to herself as she studies the building, walking around it.
Religion 18
History 9
Arcana 13
Despite your varied backgrounds and the breadth of knowledge potentially combined within there is nothing that any of you can think of that would explain the combining of these two racial backgrounds. For buildings of this age would have been at the height of the war between elves and dragons, a war for self governance once the elves had escape the giant empires collapse, there also seems to be hieroglyphs of a dragon marked lineage that has never been seen on Khorvaire.
Maybe answers lay inside the palace.