Banzo holds up his arm, clearly displaying the tattooed mark of the demon.
"I fear it is these foul marks! Can you assist in removing them?"
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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.”
" Almost certainly. Essences? Ah, Elemental Essences? That will do nicely if you have all four of the primaries."
" I likely have most of what else is needed here.....assuming the Salomonic ritual is the one you have chosen. I did read of a similar ritual enacted by the Lizardfolk of Silur-Cha......but we'd need a lot of dinosaur parts and a dragons heart."
" Probably......I'll need to hunt around."
" Oh, and if your looking to sell any materials or items I'll happily purchase them......there's always want-to-be-heroes who can use them who have a little free coin. Mercenary? Yes, but one must have a little disposable income for the little luxuries."
"We may of acquired some items of value... and some of interest."
Banzo avails himself of a small cake, taking the precise amount of bites to devour it efficiently and swiftly.
"If you have some time later I would like the chance to exchange a spell or two?"
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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.”
"We may of acquired some items of value... and some of interest."
Banzo avails himself of a small cake, taking the precise amount of bites to devour it efficiently and swiftly.
"If you have some time later I would like the chance to exchange a spell or two?"
" Well that is good to know......but I do need to know what items you have for the necessary ritual. Do you have the essences? Once I have delivered your immortal souls from their current peril I will be pleased to exchange dweomers with you, Good Sir."
As the companions pile all their possessions, and the possessions of former companions, on the table it grows slowly larger and larger to accomodate them all.
Soon there is a largish pile gathered, Yaztromo picks out the four essences in their strange ' containers '' he examines the Water one carefully.....
" Should do the job.....we'll likely only get one chance at this. And we'll probably need fuel....I can burn some powerful spells but a magical item for each of you will likely be needed to power the ritual....I doubt they will survive the process."
" I have the incense, braziers, orchids.......do you have demon ichor? And....hmmm....Holy Water......gems?"
"I have this..." and Banzo holds up a magical ring, "...the Ring of the Grammarian."
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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.”
"I have no curse upon me, but, do you require a magic item, from me? The best I can do, is this ring of feather falling, a gift from my friend. My weapons, my armor are from my patron." he proffers the ring.
The woman starts tapping on her leg rhymically then she begins to sing, but her voice is that of Zeltheres, the bard.
“those who went into the depths of dwarven caves. Friends fought great demon of rock and flesh, claws and fangs. A warlock and his chaos gang. They showed determination, faith, forgiveness of one in pain. None did fight for wealth or fame, but to save Allansia from bane.”
she seems lost in her thoughts, her eyes glazed over as if she experienced the battle.
“Peluciduss is an Elemental Dee cheroes found in the depths. Dis was Shakors ( spits left) pet. I believe she was deeply angered when the elemental fell, thus Dee curse. It did not help dadt dey chav since killed Zagor and another servant sent to keel us.”
Yaztromo frowned, " It is still doable.....but I'll need an item for each of the four that are not here....preferably one they handled or encountered.....or at the very least....one with some sort of resonance with their form or spirit."
" Then we will retire downstairs to the ritual room and see what can be done........just be glad it was a Night Demon and one who didn't mind tipping her hand.....if it had been one of the greater Princes or one of the Dark Lords we may not have gotten a warning or sign before the final stages of the Curse went into effect."
Tzedaka closes her eyes and pays to Libra, considering if Yaztromo is missing anything to remove the curses or if she has any additional knowledge to increase the success of the ritual.
Banzo can't help but get a little excited at seeing Yaztromo's ritual room as he doesn't yet have a tower of his own or any similar base of operations, the closest he could think of was the tavern back in Chalice that they sometimes returned to but those visits were very seldom indeed.
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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.”
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Yaztromo collected himself and lead the others to a spiral staircase which lead downwards into the bedrock beneath the tower, at the base of the staircase was a mahogany door covered in Arcane symbols and wards that Yaztromo simply knocked on twice and the door opened.
Stepping through beyond is a large cavern hewn from solid stone, the walls are smooth and carved with ancient sigils that Banzo recognise as having originated within the School of Magics of the Forest of Yore and he noted several Glyphs first inscribed by Vermithrax Moonchaser the Grand Wizard of Yore and teacher of the trio of Yaztromo, Nicodemus and Pen Ty Kora, The Healer.
Yaztromo tapped the floor with the golden staff that appeared in his hands and hundreds of inlaid circles of summoning, warding and containment scintillated into being.
" Well....that's the basics....alright those to be cleansed sit within the central helix with your sacrifice before you.....I will need to create additional nexus nodes for the missing four and we will need to stand in for the missing......having reviewed their impressions from your memories.....I would apologise for the intrusion but needs wants...."
" Tzedaka you stand here for Shalana holding this wand of missiles."
" Ennwyn you stand here for Zeltheris holding this potion of heroism"
" Tannin you take this mattock of maintainence and stand for Brocc here."
" Vermithrax come here.", his crow flew over to land on the floor and with a wave of his hand the bird became a rather dishevelled looking young man with raven hair.
" Vermithrax you stand there for Garet holding this dagger of sensing."
" Banzo and Herman hold out your items as well."
He began to transcribe a circuitous path around the group pouring both holy water and demons blood in intricate patterns, a hundred bronze braziers appeared at specific points within the room burning oils and incense and casting strange flickering patterns upon the tableau.
He cast a kings ransom of gems into the air; diamonds, Ruby's, emeralds, pearls where they shattered and turned to dust which filtered down to adhere to the patterns drawn and the illuminated sigils and circles upon the walls and floors.
He drove an ivory handled dagger into his own forearm and the blood from the wound drifted upward to form a glowing crimson dome over the entire room, the sigils on the wall glowed golden and light shot out from them hitting the ruby dome and turning it gold and white.
" And now we can begin."
He reached out his right arm towards those arrayed before him and they felt themselves rooted to the earth unable to move.
" Hold onto your hats this is going to get a little rough......."
( This first stage is anchoring-
Everyone will need to make a DC 12 Con Save or take 15 Psychic Damage.
I will then need a DC 13 Wis Save from everyone- At least 3 will need to pass otherwise the ritual will need to be abandoned for the day. Luckily being a Familiar Vermithrax automatically passes meaning only two of you need to succeed.)
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Banzo holds up his arm, clearly displaying the tattooed mark of the demon.
"I fear it is these foul marks! Can you assist in removing them?"
" Almost certainly. Essences? Ah, Elemental Essences? That will do nicely if you have all four of the primaries."
" I likely have most of what else is needed here.....assuming the Salomonic ritual is the one you have chosen. I did read of a similar ritual enacted by the Lizardfolk of Silur-Cha......but we'd need a lot of dinosaur parts and a dragons heart."
" Probably......I'll need to hunt around."
" Oh, and if your looking to sell any materials or items I'll happily purchase them......there's always want-to-be-heroes who can use them who have a little free coin. Mercenary? Yes, but one must have a little disposable income for the little luxuries."
"We may of acquired some items of value... and some of interest."
Banzo avails himself of a small cake, taking the precise amount of bites to devour it efficiently and swiftly.
"If you have some time later I would like the chance to exchange a spell or two?"
All along Tannin remains quiet, wings draping him like a cloak, feeling out of his element.
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
" Well that is good to know......but I do need to know what items you have for the necessary ritual. Do you have the essences? Once I have delivered your immortal souls from their current peril I will be pleased to exchange dweomers with you, Good Sir."
(Ooc. I believe we have all the essences or maybe not. Been a while)
((been a while indeed))
As the companions pile all their possessions, and the possessions of former companions, on the table it grows slowly larger and larger to accomodate them all.
Soon there is a largish pile gathered, Yaztromo picks out the four essences in their strange ' containers '' he examines the Water one carefully.....
" Should do the job.....we'll likely only get one chance at this. And we'll probably need fuel....I can burn some powerful spells but a magical item for each of you will likely be needed to power the ritual....I doubt they will survive the process."
" I have the incense, braziers, orchids.......do you have demon ichor? And....hmmm....Holy Water......gems?"
I can part with this splendid armor myself
Herman puts the HALF-PLATE +1 on the table
"I have this..." and Banzo holds up a magical ring, "...the Ring of the Grammarian."
Looking at the wizard and raising an eyebrow at such a mundane request, Tzedaka takes out several vials of holy water.
(Ooc: of those players still with us, tattoos on Banzo, Herman, Enwynn)
Tzedaka will cast guidance on Yaztromo, uttering a prayer to Libra.
”cheroes, you have restored some balance to dis vorld width your actions. May Libra give you justice.”
"I have no curse upon me, but, do you require a magic item, from me? The best I can do, is this ring of feather falling, a gift from my friend. My weapons, my armor are from my patron." he proffers the ring.
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The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
" No.... only from those cursed. Are there cursed ones who aren't with you today?"
Ennwyn nodded her head, " I believe so....those who fought Pelucidus."
" Garet who is probably in Blacksand or Fang.
" Shalana who is no longer active and is inside Firetop.
" Zeltheris I do not know where they are at all..."
" Brocc who joined us in Firetop for a time....but....did others? I do not recall....it is like a dream...fleeting..."
" And Banzo and Herman who are here."
The woman starts tapping on her leg rhymically then she begins to sing, but her voice is that of Zeltheres, the bard.
“those who went into the depths of dwarven caves. Friends fought great demon of rock and flesh, claws and fangs. A warlock and his chaos gang. They showed determination, faith, forgiveness of one in pain. None did fight for wealth or fame, but to save Allansia from bane.”
she seems lost in her thoughts, her eyes glazed over as if she experienced the battle.
“Peluciduss is an Elemental Dee cheroes found in the depths. Dis was Shakors ( spits left) pet. I believe she was deeply angered when the elemental fell, thus Dee curse. It did not help dadt dey chav since killed Zagor and another servant sent to keel us.”
Yaztromo frowned, " It is still doable.....but I'll need an item for each of the four that are not here....preferably one they handled or encountered.....or at the very least....one with some sort of resonance with their form or spirit."
" Then we will retire downstairs to the ritual room and see what can be done........just be glad it was a Night Demon and one who didn't mind tipping her hand.....if it had been one of the greater Princes or one of the Dark Lords we may not have gotten a warning or sign before the final stages of the Curse went into effect."
Tzedaka closes her eyes and pays to Libra, considering if Yaztromo is missing anything to remove the curses or if she has any additional knowledge to increase the success of the ritual.
Banzo can't help but get a little excited at seeing Yaztromo's ritual room as he doesn't yet have a tower of his own or any similar base of operations, the closest he could think of was the tavern back in Chalice that they sometimes returned to but those visits were very seldom indeed.
Yaztromo collected himself and lead the others to a spiral staircase which lead downwards into the bedrock beneath the tower, at the base of the staircase was a mahogany door covered in Arcane symbols and wards that Yaztromo simply knocked on twice and the door opened.
Stepping through beyond is a large cavern hewn from solid stone, the walls are smooth and carved with ancient sigils that Banzo recognise as having originated within the School of Magics of the Forest of Yore and he noted several Glyphs first inscribed by Vermithrax Moonchaser the Grand Wizard of Yore and teacher of the trio of Yaztromo, Nicodemus and Pen Ty Kora, The Healer.
Yaztromo tapped the floor with the golden staff that appeared in his hands and hundreds of inlaid circles of summoning, warding and containment scintillated into being.
" Well....that's the basics....alright those to be cleansed sit within the central helix with your sacrifice before you.....I will need to create additional nexus nodes for the missing four and we will need to stand in for the missing......having reviewed their impressions from your memories.....I would apologise for the intrusion but needs wants...."
" Tzedaka you stand here for Shalana holding this wand of missiles."
" Ennwyn you stand here for Zeltheris holding this potion of heroism"
" Tannin you take this mattock of maintainence and stand for Brocc here."
" Vermithrax come here.", his crow flew over to land on the floor and with a wave of his hand the bird became a rather dishevelled looking young man with raven hair.
" Vermithrax you stand there for Garet holding this dagger of sensing."
" Banzo and Herman hold out your items as well."
He began to transcribe a circuitous path around the group pouring both holy water and demons blood in intricate patterns, a hundred bronze braziers appeared at specific points within the room burning oils and incense and casting strange flickering patterns upon the tableau.
He cast a kings ransom of gems into the air; diamonds, Ruby's, emeralds, pearls where they shattered and turned to dust which filtered down to adhere to the patterns drawn and the illuminated sigils and circles upon the walls and floors.
He drove an ivory handled dagger into his own forearm and the blood from the wound drifted upward to form a glowing crimson dome over the entire room, the sigils on the wall glowed golden and light shot out from them hitting the ruby dome and turning it gold and white.
" And now we can begin."
He reached out his right arm towards those arrayed before him and they felt themselves rooted to the earth unable to move.
" Hold onto your hats this is going to get a little rough......."
( This first stage is anchoring-
Everyone will need to make a DC 12 Con Save or take 15 Psychic Damage.
I will then need a DC 13 Wis Save from everyone- At least 3 will need to pass otherwise the ritual will need to be abandoned for the day. Luckily being a Familiar Vermithrax automatically passes meaning only two of you need to succeed.)