Mirica reaches forward to Sebastion, her healing letting soothing energy flow through his body.
Jahren casts his spell, the pyschic energy assaulting the Knight. Wisdom Save: 16. The knight takes a hand off of his glaive to clutch his skull, shaking it, he quickly backs away, trying to get away from the pain inside his own brain.
Sebastion, Toc, and potentially Chen, you can all take an AoO on the Knight.
Toc puts his foot against Aldlas's skull and pries his blade free in time to lash it out at the fleeing Knight. Attack: 23 Damage: 13
Chen rushes in, his axe slashing into the knight, chunks of metal armor flying against the wall. Bone and dessicated tissue shatter. Then as the Knight turns to flee Sebastion's blade bounces off a shoulder guard, but Chen brings his axe down on the knights back and the armor and body crumple, dropping to the ground in a broken heap.
The last demon rushes out of the darkness, unable to escape, and flies into the blades of the group who dispatch it easily.
The group, blasted with magic, sick with poison, and cut from massive wounds, stand gulping air into their lungs. The battle is over. The dead remains of a Netheril wizard lays before them, along with that of his undead Blackguard Knight protector. Demon bits and gore cover the two rooms. Blast marks from magic cover the stone, while one corner is encased in ice that is melting and dripping down the walls. A fine black smear covers an area where death has eaten away and killed all of the lichen and moss that had grown on various surfaces. And a white circle seems etched into the floor, cutting through the room where the edge of the prismatic sphere had burned a fine line into the stone.
Toc, looking worse for wear, absently casts a spell on his magical rapier, the blood and demon guts sluicing away leaving the blade gleaming as he sheaths it and then goes and leans against a wall, holding his staff with both hands.
Jahren takes a quick account of the others to ensure everyone is there and still breathing, taking an extra moment to see if Toc is truly alright. "Nice teleport in for the kill there" he says. "I was worried things may start to get difficult" he adds in jest.
The bard casts a quick Detect Magic around the battlefield just to be extra safe and make sure he is aware of all magic items, and then sits down and gets to work inspecting anything on those the party has just defeated, especially Adlas and his rod. (Identify on the rod as a ritual, unless something even more interesting is clearly more urgent)
The group begins looking around, now that the threat is gone....sitting down to take a rest, being careful not to sit in splattered demon guts or on any traps. The two chalked out traps in the center of the false crypt room are the only ones here, but knowing what to look for, you notice two more at the bottom of the stairs into the true crypt. Again those are chalked out. Downstairs, the stairs open up into a large room with another sarcophagus against the north wall, a table covered in arcane supplies on the eastern wall, and a large symbol of a skull wearing a crown inscribed in the center of the floor. The symbol in the center of the floor is magical, though not anything standard as far as you know. Jahren and Toc examine it, unsure of what it could be, but Mirica examines it and notes that it appears to be some sort of undead tethering glyph. Seemingly binding undead to this location, making it both impossible to turn them, and impossible for them to leave. If that was true, then it would seem Aldlas was only able to act through intermediaries.
You find a pouch down here....and it is full of diamond dust. You would figure 1000 gold worth. There are also the maps, which seem mundane enough, as well as two magical scrolls. One scroll of Lesser Restoration and one of Ray of Enfeeblement. There is also a large amount of material regarding Aldlas's ongoing plans. It will take you some time to read through it all, but the material seems extensive.
Also down here you find a vial containing Oil of sharpness. There is as well, naturally, a spellbook.
Spending some time to identify the rod, Jahren learns that it is an ancient elven magic rod named Lor’Shon va’Na’eel....it acts as a Rod of Absorption. It currently has 4 charges in it, and has absorbed 24 levels of magic. So, has 26 levels left to absorb.
You also identify the scroll you found in the library. It's a Scroll of protection(Fey). Finally there were two magic books you found in the library. They appear to both be spell books. They seem to be magical spell books, though upon identifying them, it seems their magic to counter and absorb spells is limited to, and tied to the magic of the library. Outside the library, they are just spell books. They each contain the spells that they absorbed along with other spells.
You figure it will take you a few days to read through all this material and learn about what Aldlas has been doing.
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((Ok, I say we play Rock, Scissors, Fireball for the Rod...))
Fianna suggests we close all the doors and hole up here.. At least for a rest. We're beaten and sore and we could all use it. And having some doors between us and who knows what may be a good thing. FinFin can watch the doors and screech out loud enough to awaken at least Fianna, if not the others, if need be.
Fianna will then retreat to a corner all by herself, plop herself down, pull out a flute, and play a soft, gentle, sad tune... And will lose herself to reality while she does so. She loses herself into the music and in this state touches the consciousness of her patron. Words are exchanged, promises made and oaths re-sworn. The powers that move from Archfey to Witch surge and flow and eventually adjust and level off... There is growth and adjustment, all hidden within the notes of the song.
At the end of it, Fianna sleeps.
The others, perhaps not. For she snores like a drunken sailor.
((Leveling up and prolly adjusting invocations - hp 4 ))
At first Mirica thought she had enough strength left only for quick check on the others - Toc had to be on his last legs, and Sebastion almost perished in that last push, FIanna lived only on the potions. Adrenalin of the battle was over, excitement of the witnessing god's will did not pass but took its toll - she was really spent. But once every wound was dressed, and the "quiet of the grave" remained just that - the quiet, she found out enough curiosity in herself to see that highly guarded crypt.
"Is this it? The battle was tough, impossible even - does it mean the ruins are free from the evil and you got what you came for?"She was not sure who is she asking - Fianna or Toc, only that if the task (whatever it was) is not done, she is going to continue, her destiny was clear now and path was set. "I am sorry I did not take your visions as serious as they deserved."(That said to Fianna, of course, and Mirica did not even smile talking about "damned Fey") "Consider me a true believer now. What do they tell you now if anything?"
((Mirica is persistent, Fianna's snoring would have to wait a bit))
With the fight over, and the rush of the battle slowly subsiding, Chen suddenly realises how hungry he is. Without further ado, he settles into the cleanest corner of one of the rooms and breaks out the cooking gear to prepare a warm meal for the tired and injured group. While waiting for the water to boil he flicks through some of the salvages books to see if any contain information that might help him in his dual quests: the quest for inner peace, and the quest for the world's best recipes...
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Pieces have been taken, but the enemy king stand still. Tall and looming, behind a wall of pawns. Pieces under threat but still upon the board. And the grandmaster of it all, the one moving the dark pieces... A Crowned Shadow." The words escape Fianna as if from a dream, for that is where they were formed.
"Something a bit clearer and precise would be nice, don't you think?" This was more in her normal tone. "Ummm... Sebastian? You ok? Memory alright there? Did you get head conked without us noticing?"
"Oh hell, that's a task I wouldn't wish on anyone. I can't figure myself out, I have even begun to try the rest of you..." Fianna says with mirth in her voice. "Blame Toc. He's the one who more or less gathered up our little ragtag band of chaos and pointed us in a direction. We've all got rather varied and unique stories behind us, I am sure... But we are ourselves alone and good luck figuring any of us out, none the less the collective."
"Toc was, Toc is again, and Toc forever shall be Toc." Fianna answers cryptically. "He's the host with the most, the guide for this ride and an Elf who is nothing but himself...."
"Honestly, he's just this guy I've known for seemingly ever. Since the war at least... He's.... Toc," she says with a shrug. "Hey, Toc! Who the hell do you think you are anyway??"
Honestly, Fianna is showing the wear and tear of not gotten her sleep on yet.
Before all of the doors are closed, Jahren asks Sebastian "do you want to bring your squires in here so that they aren't left alone outdoors when Toc's magical hut expires?"
Jahren too will contribute to a bit of appropriate music during the rest, some with a humble reverence for this amazing place, the rest a bit happier to help rebuild the party's spirits and resolve slowly after such a challenging day.
The bard takes his time studying this place silently, and spends a good deal of time meditating during a couple of hours of their rest.
Having used a spell in his magic ring earlier, Jahren can also be seen casting spells into it early on in the rest.
The bard also does not try to hide his interest in all this Adlas, including looking over the archmages robes, eventually folding them up and keeping them for now.
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Mirica reaches forward to Sebastion, her healing letting soothing energy flow through his body.
Jahren casts his spell, the pyschic energy assaulting the Knight. Wisdom Save: 16. The knight takes a hand off of his glaive to clutch his skull, shaking it, he quickly backs away, trying to get away from the pain inside his own brain.
Sebastion, Toc, and potentially Chen, you can all take an AoO on the Knight.
Toc puts his foot against Aldlas's skull and pries his blade free in time to lash it out at the fleeing Knight. Attack: 23 Damage: 13
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Aoo attack Attack: 27 Damage: 13 +improved devine smite 1
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Readied Attack: 29 Damage: 18 slashing
AoO Attack: 28 Damage: 18 slashing
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Chen rushes in, his axe slashing into the knight, chunks of metal armor flying against the wall. Bone and dessicated tissue shatter. Then as the Knight turns to flee Sebastion's blade bounces off a shoulder guard, but Chen brings his axe down on the knights back and the armor and body crumple, dropping to the ground in a broken heap.
The last demon rushes out of the darkness, unable to escape, and flies into the blades of the group who dispatch it easily.
The group, blasted with magic, sick with poison, and cut from massive wounds, stand gulping air into their lungs. The battle is over. The dead remains of a Netheril wizard lays before them, along with that of his undead Blackguard Knight protector. Demon bits and gore cover the two rooms. Blast marks from magic cover the stone, while one corner is encased in ice that is melting and dripping down the walls. A fine black smear covers an area where death has eaten away and killed all of the lichen and moss that had grown on various surfaces. And a white circle seems etched into the floor, cutting through the room where the edge of the prismatic sphere had burned a fine line into the stone.
Toc, looking worse for wear, absently casts a spell on his magical rapier, the blood and demon guts sluicing away leaving the blade gleaming as he sheaths it and then goes and leans against a wall, holding his staff with both hands.
Everyone may go up a level.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
((If we're leveling up is it safe enough to take a rest and search this area and bodies and such as well? Or we doing that step by step?))
Jahren takes a quick account of the others to ensure everyone is there and still breathing, taking an extra moment to see if Toc is truly alright. "Nice teleport in for the kill there" he says. "I was worried things may start to get difficult" he adds in jest.
The bard casts a quick Detect Magic around the battlefield just to be extra safe and make sure he is aware of all magic items, and then sits down and gets to work inspecting anything on those the party has just defeated, especially Adlas and his rod. (Identify on the rod as a ritual, unless something even more interesting is clearly more urgent)
Sebastian drops to his knees breathing heavily
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The group begins looking around, now that the threat is gone....sitting down to take a rest, being careful not to sit in splattered demon guts or on any traps. The two chalked out traps in the center of the false crypt room are the only ones here, but knowing what to look for, you notice two more at the bottom of the stairs into the true crypt. Again those are chalked out. Downstairs, the stairs open up into a large room with another sarcophagus against the north wall, a table covered in arcane supplies on the eastern wall, and a large symbol of a skull wearing a crown inscribed in the center of the floor. The symbol in the center of the floor is magical, though not anything standard as far as you know. Jahren and Toc examine it, unsure of what it could be, but Mirica examines it and notes that it appears to be some sort of undead tethering glyph. Seemingly binding undead to this location, making it both impossible to turn them, and impossible for them to leave. If that was true, then it would seem Aldlas was only able to act through intermediaries.
You find a pouch down here....and it is full of diamond dust. You would figure 1000 gold worth. There are also the maps, which seem mundane enough, as well as two magical scrolls. One scroll of Lesser Restoration and one of Ray of Enfeeblement. There is also a large amount of material regarding Aldlas's ongoing plans. It will take you some time to read through it all, but the material seems extensive.
Also down here you find a vial containing Oil of sharpness. There is as well, naturally, a spellbook.
Spending some time to identify the rod, Jahren learns that it is an ancient elven magic rod named Lor’Shon va’Na’eel....it acts as a Rod of Absorption. It currently has 4 charges in it, and has absorbed 24 levels of magic. So, has 26 levels left to absorb.
You also identify the scroll you found in the library. It's a Scroll of protection(Fey). Finally there were two magic books you found in the library. They appear to both be spell books. They seem to be magical spell books, though upon identifying them, it seems their magic to counter and absorb spells is limited to, and tied to the magic of the library. Outside the library, they are just spell books. They each contain the spells that they absorbed along with other spells.
You figure it will take you a few days to read through all this material and learn about what Aldlas has been doing.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
((Ok, I say we play Rock, Scissors, Fireball for the Rod...))
Fianna suggests we close all the doors and hole up here.. At least for a rest. We're beaten and sore and we could all use it. And having some doors between us and who knows what may be a good thing. FinFin can watch the doors and screech out loud enough to awaken at least Fianna, if not the others, if need be.
Fianna will then retreat to a corner all by herself, plop herself down, pull out a flute, and play a soft, gentle, sad tune... And will lose herself to reality while she does so. She loses herself into the music and in this state touches the consciousness of her patron. Words are exchanged, promises made and oaths re-sworn. The powers that move from Archfey to Witch surge and flow and eventually adjust and level off... There is growth and adjustment, all hidden within the notes of the song.
At the end of it, Fianna sleeps.
The others, perhaps not. For she snores like a drunken sailor.
((Leveling up and prolly adjusting invocations - hp 4 ))
At first Mirica thought she had enough strength left only for quick check on the others - Toc had to be on his last legs, and Sebastion almost perished in that last push, FIanna lived only on the potions. Adrenalin of the battle was over, excitement of the witnessing god's will did not pass but took its toll - she was really spent. But once every wound was dressed, and the "quiet of the grave" remained just that - the quiet, she found out enough curiosity in herself to see that highly guarded crypt.
"Is this it? The battle was tough, impossible even - does it mean the ruins are free from the evil and you got what you came for?" She was not sure who is she asking - Fianna or Toc, only that if the task (whatever it was) is not done, she is going to continue, her destiny was clear now and path was set. "I am sorry I did not take your visions as serious as they deserved." (That said to Fianna, of course, and Mirica did not even smile talking about "damned Fey") "Consider me a true believer now. What do they tell you now if anything?"
((Mirica is persistent, Fianna's snoring would have to wait a bit))
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"Who are you people" Sebastian mutters leaning against a wall
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With the fight over, and the rush of the battle slowly subsiding, Chen suddenly realises how hungry he is. Without further ado, he settles into the cleanest corner of one of the rooms and breaks out the cooking gear to prepare a warm meal for the tired and injured group. While waiting for the water to boil he flicks through some of the salvages books to see if any contain information that might help him in his dual quests: the quest for inner peace, and the quest for the world's best recipes...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Pieces have been taken, but the enemy king stand still. Tall and looming, behind a wall of pawns. Pieces under threat but still upon the board. And the grandmaster of it all, the one moving the dark pieces... A Crowned Shadow." The words escape Fianna as if from a dream, for that is where they were formed.
"Something a bit clearer and precise would be nice, don't you think?" This was more in her normal tone. "Ummm... Sebastian? You ok? Memory alright there? Did you get head conked without us noticing?"
"No the head is fine, im just trying to figure you all out" He sighs and pulls out a pipe, lights it and starts blowing icy smoke rings
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"Oh hell, that's a task I wouldn't wish on anyone. I can't figure myself out, I have even begun to try the rest of you..." Fianna says with mirth in her voice. "Blame Toc. He's the one who more or less gathered up our little ragtag band of chaos and pointed us in a direction. We've all got rather varied and unique stories behind us, I am sure... But we are ourselves alone and good luck figuring any of us out, none the less the collective."
"And Toc is again....?
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"Toc was, Toc is again, and Toc forever shall be Toc." Fianna answers cryptically. "He's the host with the most, the guide for this ride and an Elf who is nothing but himself...."
"Honestly, he's just this guy I've known for seemingly ever. Since the war at least... He's.... Toc," she says with a shrug. "Hey, Toc! Who the hell do you think you are anyway??"
Honestly, Fianna is showing the wear and tear of not gotten her sleep on yet.
Before all of the doors are closed, Jahren asks Sebastian "do you want to bring your squires in here so that they aren't left alone outdoors when Toc's magical hut expires?"
Jahren too will contribute to a bit of appropriate music during the rest, some with a humble reverence for this amazing place, the rest a bit happier to help rebuild the party's spirits and resolve slowly after such a challenging day.
The bard takes his time studying this place silently, and spends a good deal of time meditating during a couple of hours of their rest.
"That might be a good idea"
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Having used a spell in his magic ring earlier, Jahren can also be seen casting spells into it early on in the rest.
The bard also does not try to hide his interest in all this Adlas, including looking over the archmages robes, eventually folding them up and keeping them for now.