Banzo gets ready but waits to see what happens next.
"Maybe they'll just keep patrolling if they don't receive any new orders?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Garet glad to be back on the search for the Water element hears the sound of crunching bones removes his sun blade from his belt, a brief thought and the familiar snap-hiss brings the blade into existence.
Garet hopes Tzedeka is right as if they do have to fight a dragon a small horde of undead warriors would be useful.
"I just hope that the Dragon isn't in possession of it, otherwise we need to either negotiate with it, or using our new followers or aid from Gillibran remove the essence from its scaly grasp." Garet looks apologetically over at Tannin a look of no offence meant.
Enwynn says quietly "I have two thoughts that may help with the dragon. Firstly, if the dragon is who I think it may be, then we already know their name and their probable variety. Secondly, there is an object in my possession that may help make things easier if it works, but if anyone else here can use it better than I can, I will gladly pass it on to another here."
The elf takes a small brass flute from her backpack and explains "I have only tested it on a wyvern, but it is said to be effective on any being of draconic lineage, so Tannin may wish to stand well back if if this is used. It is non-lethal in effect but it will stop a dragon in their tracks for a little while, if it works."
BRASS FLUTE OF THE SLEEPING WYRM: As Wand Of Sleep, Wand, rare (requires attunement by a Say the Command Word. "Slumber") This wand has 7 charges for the following properties. It regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand’s last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed. Spells. While holding the wand, you can use an action to expend two charges to cast sleep. For each additional 2 charges you expend, the spell level increases by one. Notes: Say the Command Word. "Slumber" but only effects beings of draconic heritage). Item Tags: WAND
"Eenwynn, it is possible you can command the troop now, as you have been declared the rouler of firetop mountain."
Enwynn looks startled by this suggestion, then answers "It is possible they may not be so quick to recognize new authority as the living are. If they do not, we may have a fight on our hands. I am willing to take that risk as long as we are all aware of it." then casts her mind back to the college library long ago for any lore on commanding the undead of another's creation...
OOC: Arcane check for Enwynn (On the grounds that as a player, I honestly don't know.) on taking command of currently uncontrolled undead total of 12.
"I will need time to contact outside aid, and I cannot do that without rest if I am to send word to more than one ally." the druidess offers "Perhaps I might be more use in doing that while further investigations into dealing with demonic malice are made?"
"I just hope that the Dragon isn't in possession of it, otherwise we need to either negotiate with it, or using our new followers or aid from Gillibran remove the essence from its scaly grasp." Garet looks apologetically over at Tannin a look of no offence meant.
Enwynn says quietly "I have two thoughts that may help with the dragon. Firstly, if the dragon is who I think it may be, then we already know their name and their probable variety. Secondly, there is an object in my possession that may help make things easier if it works, but if anyone else here can use it better than I can, I will gladly pass it on to another here."
The elf takes a small brass flute from her backpack and explains "I have only tested it on a wyvern, but it is said to be effective on any being of draconic lineage, so Tannin may wish to stand well back if if this is used. It is non-lethal in effect but it will stop a dragon in their tracks for a little while, if it works."
BRASS FLUTE OF THE SLEEPING WYRM: As Wand Of Sleep, Wand, rare (requires attunement by a Say the Command Word. "Slumber") This wand has 7 charges for the following properties. It regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand’s last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed. Spells. While holding the wand, you can use an action to expend two charges to cast sleep. For each additional 2 charges you expend, the spell level increases by one. Notes: Say the Command Word. "Slumber" but only effects beings of draconic heritage). Item Tags: WAND
"Eenwynn, it is possible you can command the troop now, as you have been declared the rouler of firetop mountain."
Enwynn looks startled by this suggestion, then answers "It is possible they may not be so quick to recognize new authority as the living are. If they do not, we may have a fight on our hands. I am willing to take that risk as long as we are all aware of it." then casts her mind back to the college library long ago for any lore on commanding the undead of another's creation...
OOC: Arcane check for Enwynn (On the grounds that as a player, I honestly don't know.) on taking command of currently uncontrolled undead total of 12.
"I will need time to contact outside aid, and I cannot do that without rest if I am to send word to more than one ally." the druidess offers "Perhaps I might be more use in doing that while further investigations into dealing with demonic malice are made?"
based on her past experiences Ennwyn suspects the simple 'minds' of the skeletons likely are conditioned to ignore those who say a certain phrase or wear a certain symbol, otherwise they would be fighting every other inhabitant of Firetop they came across not knowing if they were intruders or not........knowing what she does of Zagors ego she has a few ideas as to what the word or symbol may be.
Garet fishes one of the Zagor embossed gold coins that they had picked up during their travels and absent mindedly makes the coin dance along the knuckles of his free hand.
Perhaps a symbol of their former master will bend the mindless undead creatures to their will, if not then the combat experience will stand them in good stead against other potential hazards further down the road.
Tzedaka plucks a strand of her slightly glowing hair, grabs the golden coin, and pulses divine light (word of radiance) through it (hoping to affix the coin to the hair), creating a sort of Z gold coin amulet and hands it back to Garet. "Chere, Gayroot, try this." She then gets ready with her holy symbol to destroy any unagreeable undead, placing them back in their final resting place.
Holding the golden coin aloft before the group seems to do the trick as the bony troops march past without incident.
Ennwyn takes the two Trolls and the red robed individual back towards where the freed prisoners are resting, both Trolls seem to have immediately adjusted to her being the new Boss and take up guard positions as she heads back with a look back to the others and an encouraging nod.
"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The Inquisitor which fell from grace and into the service of the Princes of the Pit......if it is the same being it is powerful indeed.
"I did not tell you all this earlier, but if dee Inquisitor is who I believe dem to be, he was once a powerful agent of justice who feel from grace and found himself in dee service of the Princes of dee Pit." She pauses in thought. "Now dat we have liberated dee mountain, I wonder if I or dee designated one, Eenwynn, can release him from service chere."
Leaving unexplored for now the door that smelled of old blood, the companions filed out of the canteen and headed back towards the library....
Through the yellow door where they had found Sindlas Breastplate and then they re-enter the Inquisitors library, it is deathly quiet within and unoccupied.....
From here they know towards the river lies the forking tunnel with the Pits road untaken.
(Ooc: when we met the inquisitor, we had a choice to fight or solve a riddle. We chose a riddle, solved it and moved further. If we had failed, at least one of us would have died. The inquisitor seemed to know Tzedaka in that situation and she was very uneasy.)
"Cherman, I am growing tired of your disrespectful words. You may recall that he and I spoke with each other. You may remember my unease. I then shared some of what I knew with Eenwynn. She chose not to share this with you. Sometimes, it is better not share what you know or the power of an enemy can multiply."
She looks Cherman directly in the eyes, having to float up a foot to do so, her eyes icy steel blue.
Then in an uncharacteristically stern tone, like a mother scolding a child:
"A word of warning to you Cherman. Should your discourtesy toward me continue, I will no longer be able to use any of my powers to aid you."
Garet realising that he had been gripping the new token Tzedeka had given him rather tightly, loosened his grip and let out a sigh when he realised the inquisitor had left.
Garet chided himself two such obvious tells in a matter of seconds he resolved to try harder or the next time he was in the Frog and Bucket in Blacksand playing cards they would have shirt off his back within moments.
Garet keen to heed Herman's words started to travel down the previously unravelled road.
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“Dee dead Skeeloton soldiers” the angelic women says. “If Dey attack, I shall put dem to rest.”
"Sure, sure, I trust you but, you know, just in case..."
Herman takes out his javelin
Banzo gets ready but waits to see what happens next.
"Maybe they'll just keep patrolling if they don't receive any new orders?"
"Eenwynn, it is possible you can command the troop now, as you have been declared the rouler of firetop mountain.", Tzedaka conjectures.
Garet glad to be back on the search for the Water element hears the sound of crunching bones removes his sun blade from his belt, a brief thought and the familiar snap-hiss brings the blade into existence.
Garet hopes Tzedeka is right as if they do have to fight a dragon a small horde of undead warriors would be useful.
"I just hope that the Dragon isn't in possession of it, otherwise we need to either negotiate with it, or using our new followers or aid from Gillibran remove the essence from its scaly grasp." Garet looks apologetically over at Tannin a look of no offence meant.
BRASS FLUTE OF THE SLEEPING WYRM: As Wand Of Sleep, Wand, rare (requires attunement by a Say the Command Word. "Slumber") This wand has 7 charges for the following properties. It regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand’s last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed. Spells. While holding the wand, you can use an action to expend two charges to cast sleep. For each additional 2 charges you expend, the spell level increases by one. Notes: Say the Command Word. "Slumber" but only effects beings of draconic heritage). Item Tags: WAND
"Eenwynn, it is possible you can command the troop now, as you have been declared the rouler of firetop mountain."
Enwynn looks startled by this suggestion, then answers "It is possible they may not be so quick to recognize new authority as the living are. If they do not, we may have a fight on our hands. I am willing to take that risk as long as we are all aware of it." then casts her mind back to the college library long ago for any lore on commanding the undead of another's creation...
OOC: Arcane check for Enwynn (On the grounds that as a player, I honestly don't know.) on taking command of currently uncontrolled undead total of 12.
"I will need time to contact outside aid, and I cannot do that without rest if I am to send word to more than one ally." the druidess offers "Perhaps I might be more use in doing that while further investigations into dealing with demonic malice are made?"
based on her past experiences Ennwyn suspects the simple 'minds' of the skeletons likely are conditioned to ignore those who say a certain phrase or wear a certain symbol, otherwise they would be fighting every other inhabitant of Firetop they came across not knowing if they were intruders or not........knowing what she does of Zagors ego she has a few ideas as to what the word or symbol may be.
OOC
Do we still have any Zagor gold coins, or perhaps we can fashion the letter Z some how?
( You have at least 1 Z coin.)
Garet fishes one of the Zagor embossed gold coins that they had picked up during their travels and absent mindedly makes the coin dance along the knuckles of his free hand.
Perhaps a symbol of their former master will bend the mindless undead creatures to their will, if not then the combat experience will stand them in good stead against other potential hazards further down the road.
Tzedaka plucks a strand of her slightly glowing hair, grabs the golden coin, and pulses divine light (word of radiance) through it (hoping to affix the coin to the hair), creating a sort of Z gold coin amulet and hands it back to Garet. "Chere, Gayroot, try this." She then gets ready with her holy symbol to destroy any unagreeable undead, placing them back in their final resting place.
Holding the golden coin aloft before the group seems to do the trick as the bony troops march past without incident.
Ennwyn takes the two Trolls and the red robed individual back towards where the freed prisoners are resting, both Trolls seem to have immediately adjusted to her being the new Boss and take up guard positions as she heads back with a look back to the others and an encouraging nod.
"I guess we explore the mountain further while Enwynn gets things in order?"
Banzo watches Enwynn depart briefly before turning his attention back to the direction they were heading, "Where to first?"
"Ve go to visit the Inquisitor." Tzedaka says distastefully.
The Inquisitor which fell from grace and into the service of the Princes of the Pit......if it is the same being it is powerful indeed.
"I did not tell you all this earlier, but if dee Inquisitor is who I believe dem to be, he was once a powerful agent of justice who feel from grace and found himself in dee service of the Princes of dee Pit." She pauses in thought. "Now dat we have liberated dee mountain, I wonder if I or dee designated one, Eenwynn, can release him from service chere."
Leaving unexplored for now the door that smelled of old blood, the companions filed out of the canteen and headed back towards the library....
Through the yellow door where they had found Sindlas Breastplate and then they re-enter the Inquisitors library, it is deathly quiet within and unoccupied.....
From here they know towards the river lies the forking tunnel with the Pits road untaken.
“It appears he has left Dee area.” The angelic women says. “Dis is a good omen, but prepare for a fight, if dis vay you advance.” She seems relieved.
Herman puffs at the further Tzedaka's puzzle
you did not tell us earlier?! strange...
says he in a sarcastic tone
Let's advance, then
(Ooc: when we met the inquisitor, we had a choice to fight or solve a riddle. We chose a riddle, solved it and moved further. If we had failed, at least one of us would have died. The inquisitor seemed to know Tzedaka in that situation and she was very uneasy.)
"Cherman, I am growing tired of your disrespectful words. You may recall that he and I spoke with each other. You may remember my unease. I then shared some of what I knew with Eenwynn. She chose not to share this with you. Sometimes, it is better not share what you know or the power of an enemy can multiply."
She looks Cherman directly in the eyes, having to float up a foot to do so, her eyes icy steel blue.
Then in an uncharacteristically stern tone, like a mother scolding a child:
"A word of warning to you Cherman. Should your discourtesy toward me continue, I will no longer be able to use any of my powers to aid you."
It seems that she is quite serious about this.
Garet realising that he had been gripping the new token Tzedeka had given him rather tightly, loosened his grip and let out a sigh when he realised the inquisitor had left.
Garet chided himself two such obvious tells in a matter of seconds he resolved to try harder or the next time he was in the Frog and Bucket in Blacksand playing cards they would have shirt off his back within moments.
Garet keen to heed Herman's words started to travel down the previously unravelled road.