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On her turn, Mirica asked everyone to move behind her and close their eyes. Then the head of the warhammer in her hand began to shine again finally sending a beam of brilliant light toward the phylactery: Sunbeam for 28
Just before Toc can start things off, a low growl is his only warning before Xemnez snaked a hand out to grab him at the wrist, and then try to yank sharply upward and disrupt any spell weaving with a bit of pain. He had gone earlier after having spoken his piece to focus instead on listening until the time truly came to keep up his end of the bargain. Though he had trust the wisdom and intelligence of the others to have read between the lines and "catch" him off guard with some spell slinging to arrest in any interference, Xemnez instead looked a touch disappointedly down Toc, before leveling the same look upon the others.
"Twice now I have warned you all. There won't be a third."He said aloud. "Do not force my hand again. Understood?"He adds, before mentally broadcasting to all, 'I understand your eagerness to be done with the business of the Lich. But I meant what I said. And tired as I am now, I will do everything in my power to keep to my word to the best of my ability. Do me at least the honor of taking that into account and doing something about it, rather than blithely ignoring me and carrying on.'
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With a deep, throaty growl rumbling in his throat, Xemnez turned to Simmal, still holding onto Toc should he not have slipped free by then. And for a tense moment looked as if he might snappily say something -- likely a reminder for the umpteenth time -- before stopping at another thought. He looks about the general area and even upon the persons of others as if searching for something.
"Hmn... If I am to do that, I will need /that/.." He muttered aloud, if he failed to find Nezmos, his battle axe and 3rd most prize possession, within the immediate vicinity, if not on some's person. In which case, he mentally utter something along the lines of 'You have 5 minutes'before swimming away in search of his axe.
If, however, it had been not only close in range but easily enough retrieved, then he'd see to that before mentally communing to all, 'My word is my bond, much as I may agree on alternatives to an issue. But seeing as I need to somehow even be blunter, then I shall say this: You still need to knock me out, spell bind, or whatever. Anything to prevent from interfering. Otherwise, I will honor bound to use even more aggressive actions.'
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Xemnez lets go of Toc who, rubs his forearm where he'd been held absently, watching the older brother go. He mutters something in elven. And old saying. "The lines of morality are marked in ash. Difficult to see. Easy to wipe away. But there all the same."
The leonin brother swims out into the water and picks his axe out of the silt....and then is surrounded in the glimmering bars of a magical cell.
Awkward eye contact all around, and then nods, as the three wizards begin the assault on the Lich Phylactery once again. A blast of fire....the red gem on the face of the steel locket cracks. A blast of cold from Nuzej. The blue gem on the locket cracks. Mirica points her hammer at the locket, and a blast of holy light washes across it. You hear the faintest of screams, echoing from a far distance...."beetrraayaaall!!!!" The steel of the locket seems to melt beneath the holy energy, sizzling down and evaporating into nothing.
Thyrius feels a swell of energy within him, a presence that he's felt before, just never so near and all encompassing. His vision can suddenly see a weave of energy all around him, and peaking through the gaps in it, the spirit world just there. His allies are glowing from within...their spirits bright and bound to their bodies. But one mote of light hangs in the place where the locket was....and he reaches out with a whispy insubstantial claw that easy reaches across the open area and snatches the soul up, binding lines of black wrapping around it, pulling it to him.
To the others, they see Thyrius reach out with his hand, pulling back something, and there, on his belt a small black steel token of a skull appears, tied to his belt with a loop of string. Thryius' eyes are solid black as he looks up to the group, "It is done."
A moment later all the black seems to drain out of his eyes and he blinks a few times, then glances down at the strange token on his belt.
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Mirica looked at the new decoration on Thyrius's belt suspiciously. "Very impressive. What is this thing? A prison? A vessel the soul can freely leave?"
"I am learning about it myself," Thyrius responds, "though I reckon the soul within is now an ally instead of a foe. Perhaps not a willing one, but the lich will now respond to the Faceless Ancestor."
Turning to his brother, and approaching him, Thyrius speaks apologetically: "I'm afraid we'll need to wait for a full hour before this cage undoes itself. I cannot un-summon it, and it won't be dispelled. A small price to pay if it fulfilled the contractual technicality you hinted at, brother."
Unsurprised yet somehow a touch disappointed, Xemnez only briefly examined his new cage before letting out a little huff and turning to give his brother a dry look. Granted, by then Thyrius' attention had already turned elsewhere, and with else to do after giving the barrier a few hearty whacks, the golden furred Leonin settled into wait out his impromptu prison sentence and the spectacle outside.
On some level, if the barrier allowed sound to pass through, a mote of guilt lodged itself in the Leonin's chest at the scream, and dug deeper still if able to see the brief change in his brother's eyes. But while he could perhaps still mentally reach out to the others regardless of any obstacles, Xemnez yet forced himself to take up a meditative posture and focused on trying to recover his strength.
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Toc mutters, "Well, since it appears we have some time our our hands. Let me take a look at some of these magical items.....maybe some of you can start looking at some of these other valuables?"
From within your magical bubble, the crystal clear water of the underground lake distorts the view of the cave, the floor, it's rocky walls and the surface of bones that seals the top. The whole scene waves lazily outside your dry little domain. Meanwhile, you're, warm, and the silt beneath your feet has been shaped by Nuzej's magical nudges that you have some brick shaped benches to sit on. Any sign of the Lich's phylactery evaporated away. Now, Thyrius sits in quiet contemplation, a strange heavy book in his hands, while the rest of the group takes a time to check out your new found treasure.
The coins will take SOME time to count, but you figure there are thousands and thousands of copper, silver and gold. Centuries of treasure slowly gathered by this undead creature.
Toc and Nuzej meanwhile go about identifying the hoard of magical items you've found.
Scimitar +1, this red hued blade feels cool to the tough.
Breastplate +3, finely made and adorned with angels blasting rays of gold inlay across it.
Defender Greatsword, a silvery weapon of a general, additionally, when the attuned person shouts, the blade enhances their voice to carry at least 300 feet.
Frost Brand Rapier, this blade is a deep blue hue, the hilt shaped like a snowflake.
Eventually Xemnez's prison evaporates, and the golden brother swims back into the shelter with his axe Nezmos in his grasp, arriving through the shimmering magic wall dripping wet and able to now see the group resting within. The opaque surface previously leaving him very much in the dark. Toc seems to be particularly on edge at Xemnez's arrival.
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SR Healing(9 Dice Spent): 14+41+45.
As Xemnez returns and in a show of no hard feelings, he nods once to his brother...
And that's really it, before his attention drifts to the array of goods, treasures, and so forth. This time he is much less concerned with decorum however and happily risk splashing everyone while shaking off the water from his furry form. After which, he stood at attention, awaiting for the others to further update from the others.
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-> Thyrius' Hit Dice: 42
Understanding that his brother would have wanted some alone-time, Thyrius had elected not to spent the hour of rest right next to the fraternal cage he had created. The nod received upon Xem's arrival was all the confirmation the black cat needed. His own hour had been well-spent in reading and taking brakes to examine the many magical items the others were studying. Thyrius helped there as he could.
Unlike Toc, Thyrius trusts his brother entirely. Wanting to keep his word was nothing new. As perilous as some promises may have sounded at times, Thyrius respected his brother for the strength of his character. The black cat hoped his magical trick had given the golden lion the chance to fulfill his word as best as he could. Thyrius calls his brother's attention to the skull token hanging from his belt. "This is where the lich lives now. Though you may have your doubts about the Faceless Ancestor, know that he was the one who enabled the preservation of the lich's soul once the phylactery was undone. I trust this arrangement, along with your temporary imprisonment, fulfills whatever agreement you struck, yes?"
The diamond was immediately snatched by Mirica. Gods seemed to measure the life of mortals in that solid sparkles of trapped light and who knows when the next payment will be needed.
Out of all the magical treasure, only the angels adorned breastplate caught her eye. "Would anyone mind?"Sure, the crud dragon scale one was waiting for her (in two more weeks) somewhere in the Icewind Dale but that one was right here now and so... her. If no one objected, she would try it right there.
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Simaal rests as well while sorting things, then brushes off some soot 40. "I would like the shield if no one else would use it, and while the other stuff could have some use, I think some potions should go to the mages, with rest going to the warriors. The robe as well would be useful to someone else other than myself."
With the hour passed, the soul captured, the treasure acquired and accounted for, the group no longer had reason to stay in this place. Toc says, "Back to Myth Drannor. From there we can decide on our next path."
Toc waves his hands, sprinkling dust on the ground in a fine pattern as magic swirls about, and a glowing round glyph appears on the ground. Everyone recognizes a circle of teleportation. The jarring and gut twisting teleportation journey back is tremendously more comfortable than the previous errant teleportation spells and with ease you all find yourselves back in the ante-chamber next to the Mythallar buried in the ruins of Myth Drannor.
Toc says, "Unless anyone else can get immediate use from them, , I'll claim the rapier and the rod, and the robe. We can store the other magical items here, this is the most secure location I know of."
The group hauls the treasure into the place, and if following Toc's suggestions, brings them to a large walk in style closet in the back of the library, where the bags of coins are shoved away. Everyone of course is free to grab some, Toc taking a good sized bag of platinum himself (200 platinum). (will Mirica continue to track the "group" treasure?)
After a few more minutes of 'settling' in, Toc comes back to the group. "Alright, neither of the other Lichs have been dealt with. The other group apparently says their Lich is...quote....'in space'....and guarded by a bunch of Gith and Dragons. They're still trying to get through to it, but sound hopeful. The Shadovar are being ********. It would seem our next action would be to find the last Lich's Phylactery. Demise. Some underground cave like area. I suggest I go first, alone, and once I can reliably find the location, I'll come back and get all of you. It's better than risking everyone like we did last time. Though an escort would be welcome. Any takers? Any disagreement? I of course am leaving out dealing with Shock's soul....I'm...unclear if we have any thing to do there...anything we should be doing or leaving time for...that is more pressing then getting to Demise before he reforms."
Again, Xemnez had simply nodded in regard to Thyrius question. Though just before that, he appeared somewhat pensive at the mention of 'doubt', it seemed but a fleeting mental conflict had occured and been settled in moments. When his attention is inevitably turned towards the commentary on the treasures, there's not even a disagreeing grunt at any assessments or requests. He'd just simply give a small 'go ahead' gesture where there might be expectation of contention, before drifting off in thought pondering what is told/visible of the haul.
As was usually the case however, overthinking led inevitably to needing to wait until the group found themselves once more Myth Drannor, hauling and eventually storing it all in the closet. But once there he'd eventually opt to take up the Greatsword and a couple of healing potions just in case.
"Though I'm curious what they mean by 'in space', I wish them good fortune and happy hunting." He says with a bit of a smile to his voice. "As for suggestion of scouting, I can't say I disagree. And if you think your odds of protecting would be better, I... will trust your judgement, Toc. But with an escort being welcome, I'd be willing to go with you." Xemnez then looks over to Shock's current containment. "And besides, it's not as if I would know the right questions to suggest asking of Shock."
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Nuzej takes the time to tend his wounds.
37 HD
If no one else wants them, he will take the medallion, the robe of useful items, a potion of climbing, 150p, 2000g, 1 emerald, and, oddly enough, the plate armor. He realizes he has essentially no wealth of his own, and he's happy to take some of the lich's, while keeping the rest of what might be his share in the capable hands of Mirica or Toc. The plate, well, he'll answer that he spent some time as a soldier before discovering the arcane, and while the braces Jezun favors are fine, he kind of misses the feeling of armor. And swimming easily in it... it's tempting. He doesn't put it on yet, but he'll take it if no one else wants it.
"I can get you there, Toc, or at least, get you back. Both, if you need. That last fight was taxing but it did not drain the largest of my reserves."
Regarding the loot: "The scimitar and rapier look interesting but, unlike my brother, I have not been properly trained in the use of every weapon known to lionkind, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass. If no one else is claiming the necrotic armor, I shall carry it. It seems less protective than my current wardrobe choice but it might be situational-ly useful." Thyrius also grabs some platinum (200 pieces), as well as one potion of climbing and one potion of healing.
The black cat promptly vomits after teleporting. He looks apologetically around in hopes someone will magically help him clean up the mess. Toc's solo mission suggestion sounds dangerous, but it has the benefit of minimizing teleportation for Thyrius so... The black cat's thought is interrupted by Xem's volunteering. If his brother is going with Toc, then the wizard might as well reserve a spot for Thyrius, no words needed.
Well, the first one went so well, the second time he shoots the side of the dome instead, at the last minute.
On her turn, Mirica asked everyone to move behind her and close their eyes. Then the head of the warhammer in her hand began to shine again finally sending a beam of brilliant light toward the phylactery: Sunbeam for 28
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Just before Toc can start things off, a low growl is his only warning before Xemnez snaked a hand out to grab him at the wrist, and then try to yank sharply upward and disrupt any spell weaving with a bit of pain. He had gone earlier after having spoken his piece to focus instead on listening until the time truly came to keep up his end of the bargain. Though he had trust the wisdom and intelligence of the others to have read between the lines and "catch" him off guard with some spell slinging to arrest in any interference, Xemnez instead looked a touch disappointedly down Toc, before leveling the same look upon the others.
"Twice now I have warned you all. There won't be a third." He said aloud. "Do not force my hand again. Understood?" He adds, before mentally broadcasting to all, 'I understand your eagerness to be done with the business of the Lich. But I meant what I said. And tired as I am now, I will do everything in my power to keep to my word to the best of my ability. Do me at least the honor of taking that into account and doing something about it, rather than blithely ignoring me and carrying on.'
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Uhm... we were following your brother's plan and not destroying him. Are you opposed your brother's plan as well?"
With a deep, throaty growl rumbling in his throat, Xemnez turned to Simmal, still holding onto Toc should he not have slipped free by then. And for a tense moment looked as if he might snappily say something -- likely a reminder for the umpteenth time -- before stopping at another thought. He looks about the general area and even upon the persons of others as if searching for something.
"Hmn... If I am to do that, I will need /that/.." He muttered aloud, if he failed to find Nezmos, his battle axe and 3rd most prize possession, within the immediate vicinity, if not on some's person. In which case, he mentally utter something along the lines of 'You have 5 minutes' before swimming away in search of his axe.
If, however, it had been not only close in range but easily enough retrieved, then he'd see to that before mentally communing to all, 'My word is my bond, much as I may agree on alternatives to an issue. But seeing as I need to somehow even be blunter, then I shall say this: You still need to knock me out, spell bind, or whatever. Anything to prevent from interfering. Otherwise, I will honor bound to use even more aggressive actions.'
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: If allowed, as part of the slight retcon...
Tryrius spares a sorrowful but understanding glance at his brother just as the golden lion is springing into action: "Forgive me, Brother."
The black cat then encases his sibling within a Forcecage (perhaps when he swims away to gather his axe?)
He then refocuses on the ritual being performed and thinks to himself once Mirica strikes: "Now!"
Xemnez lets go of Toc who, rubs his forearm where he'd been held absently, watching the older brother go. He mutters something in elven. And old saying. "The lines of morality are marked in ash. Difficult to see. Easy to wipe away. But there all the same."
The leonin brother swims out into the water and picks his axe out of the silt....and then is surrounded in the glimmering bars of a magical cell.
Awkward eye contact all around, and then nods, as the three wizards begin the assault on the Lich Phylactery once again. A blast of fire....the red gem on the face of the steel locket cracks. A blast of cold from Nuzej. The blue gem on the locket cracks. Mirica points her hammer at the locket, and a blast of holy light washes across it. You hear the faintest of screams, echoing from a far distance...."beetrraayaaall!!!!" The steel of the locket seems to melt beneath the holy energy, sizzling down and evaporating into nothing.
Thyrius feels a swell of energy within him, a presence that he's felt before, just never so near and all encompassing. His vision can suddenly see a weave of energy all around him, and peaking through the gaps in it, the spirit world just there. His allies are glowing from within...their spirits bright and bound to their bodies. But one mote of light hangs in the place where the locket was....and he reaches out with a whispy insubstantial claw that easy reaches across the open area and snatches the soul up, binding lines of black wrapping around it, pulling it to him.
To the others, they see Thyrius reach out with his hand, pulling back something, and there, on his belt a small black steel token of a skull appears, tied to his belt with a loop of string. Thryius' eyes are solid black as he looks up to the group, "It is done."
A moment later all the black seems to drain out of his eyes and he blinks a few times, then glances down at the strange token on his belt.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Mirica looked at the new decoration on Thyrius's belt suspiciously. "Very impressive. What is this thing? A prison? A vessel the soul can freely leave?"
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"I am learning about it myself," Thyrius responds, "though I reckon the soul within is now an ally instead of a foe. Perhaps not a willing one, but the lich will now respond to the Faceless Ancestor."
Turning to his brother, and approaching him, Thyrius speaks apologetically: "I'm afraid we'll need to wait for a full hour before this cage undoes itself. I cannot un-summon it, and it won't be dispelled. A small price to pay if it fulfilled the contractual technicality you hinted at, brother."
Unsurprised yet somehow a touch disappointed, Xemnez only briefly examined his new cage before letting out a little huff and turning to give his brother a dry look. Granted, by then Thyrius' attention had already turned elsewhere, and with else to do after giving the barrier a few hearty whacks, the golden furred Leonin settled into wait out his impromptu prison sentence and the spectacle outside.
On some level, if the barrier allowed sound to pass through, a mote of guilt lodged itself in the Leonin's chest at the scream, and dug deeper still if able to see the brief change in his brother's eyes. But while he could perhaps still mentally reach out to the others regardless of any obstacles, Xemnez yet forced himself to take up a meditative posture and focused on trying to recover his strength.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Toc mutters, "Well, since it appears we have some time our our hands. Let me take a look at some of these magical items.....maybe some of you can start looking at some of these other valuables?"
From within your magical bubble, the crystal clear water of the underground lake distorts the view of the cave, the floor, it's rocky walls and the surface of bones that seals the top. The whole scene waves lazily outside your dry little domain. Meanwhile, you're, warm, and the silt beneath your feet has been shaped by Nuzej's magical nudges that you have some brick shaped benches to sit on. Any sign of the Lich's phylactery evaporated away. Now, Thyrius sits in quiet contemplation, a strange heavy book in his hands, while the rest of the group takes a time to check out your new found treasure.
The coins will take SOME time to count, but you figure there are thousands and thousands of copper, silver and gold. Centuries of treasure slowly gathered by this undead creature.
(Eventually you'll count, 14229 copper, 42227 silver, 23475 gold, 1296 platinum.)
The gems seem sparse compared to the coins, and are much simpler to count, and their values relatively easy for you to assess.
(1x 5000gp diamond, 2x 1000gp emeralds, 3x 500gp rubies, 5x 300gp onyx)
Toc and Nuzej meanwhile go about identifying the hoard of magical items you've found.
Scimitar +1, this red hued blade feels cool to the tough.
Breastplate +3, finely made and adorned with angels blasting rays of gold inlay across it.
Defender Greatsword, a silvery weapon of a general, additionally, when the attuned person shouts, the blade enhances their voice to carry at least 300 feet.
Frost Brand Rapier, this blade is a deep blue hue, the hilt shaped like a snowflake.
Armor of Necrotic Resistance, Leather. Eater of shade, this leather armor makes your shadow vanishes while wearing it.
Mariner’s Plate, decorated with fish and shell motifs.
Medallion of Thoughts. This medallion additionally glows a faint pink if any Illithid are within 120 feet.
Robe of Useful Items. A sturdy well made garment. (10 special patches which are:
Silver coffer (1 foot long, 6 inches wide and deep) worth 500 gp
Wooden ladder (24 feet long) x2
Potion of healing (4) x3
Spell scroll containing one spell of 1st to 3rd level
A riding horse with saddle bags x2
Pit (a cube 10 feet on a side), which you can place on the ground within 10 feet of you.
Rod of Alertness
Trident of Fish Command
Shield +1
Potion of Climbing x4
Potion of Healing (Greater) x2
Potion of Healing x3
Eventually Xemnez's prison evaporates, and the golden brother swims back into the shelter with his axe Nezmos in his grasp, arriving through the shimmering magic wall dripping wet and able to now see the group resting within. The opaque surface previously leaving him very much in the dark. Toc seems to be particularly on edge at Xemnez's arrival.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
SR Healing(9 Dice Spent): 14+41+45.
As Xemnez returns and in a show of no hard feelings, he nods once to his brother...
And that's really it, before his attention drifts to the array of goods, treasures, and so forth. This time he is much less concerned with decorum however and happily risk splashing everyone while shaking off the water from his furry form. After which, he stood at attention, awaiting for the others to further update from the others.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(OOC: Not only is DDB rollers acting up, but forgot he's down some Hit Die and had the durable feat. So just gonna re-roll.)
SR Healing(1 Barb + 10 Fighter): 14 + 112 HP regained.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
-> Thyrius' Hit Dice: 42
Understanding that his brother would have wanted some alone-time, Thyrius had elected not to spent the hour of rest right next to the fraternal cage he had created. The nod received upon Xem's arrival was all the confirmation the black cat needed. His own hour had been well-spent in reading and taking brakes to examine the many magical items the others were studying. Thyrius helped there as he could.
Unlike Toc, Thyrius trusts his brother entirely. Wanting to keep his word was nothing new. As perilous as some promises may have sounded at times, Thyrius respected his brother for the strength of his character. The black cat hoped his magical trick had given the golden lion the chance to fulfill his word as best as he could. Thyrius calls his brother's attention to the skull token hanging from his belt. "This is where the lich lives now. Though you may have your doubts about the Faceless Ancestor, know that he was the one who enabled the preservation of the lich's soul once the phylactery was undone. I trust this arrangement, along with your temporary imprisonment, fulfills whatever agreement you struck, yes?"
The diamond was immediately snatched by Mirica. Gods seemed to measure the life of mortals in that solid sparkles of trapped light and who knows when the next payment will be needed.
Out of all the magical treasure, only the angels adorned breastplate caught her eye. "Would anyone mind?" Sure, the crud dragon scale one was waiting for her (in two more weeks) somewhere in the Icewind Dale but that one was right here now and so... her. If no one objected, she would try it right there.
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Simaal rests as well while sorting things, then brushes off some soot 40. "I would like the shield if no one else would use it, and while the other stuff could have some use, I think some potions should go to the mages, with rest going to the warriors. The robe as well would be useful to someone else other than myself."
With the hour passed, the soul captured, the treasure acquired and accounted for, the group no longer had reason to stay in this place. Toc says, "Back to Myth Drannor. From there we can decide on our next path."
Toc waves his hands, sprinkling dust on the ground in a fine pattern as magic swirls about, and a glowing round glyph appears on the ground. Everyone recognizes a circle of teleportation. The jarring and gut twisting teleportation journey back is tremendously more comfortable than the previous errant teleportation spells and with ease you all find yourselves back in the ante-chamber next to the Mythallar buried in the ruins of Myth Drannor.
Toc says, "Unless anyone else can get immediate use from them, , I'll claim the rapier and the rod, and the robe. We can store the other magical items here, this is the most secure location I know of."
The group hauls the treasure into the place, and if following Toc's suggestions, brings them to a large walk in style closet in the back of the library, where the bags of coins are shoved away. Everyone of course is free to grab some, Toc taking a good sized bag of platinum himself (200 platinum). (will Mirica continue to track the "group" treasure?)
After a few more minutes of 'settling' in, Toc comes back to the group. "Alright, neither of the other Lichs have been dealt with. The other group apparently says their Lich is...quote....'in space'....and guarded by a bunch of Gith and Dragons. They're still trying to get through to it, but sound hopeful. The Shadovar are being ********. It would seem our next action would be to find the last Lich's Phylactery. Demise. Some underground cave like area. I suggest I go first, alone, and once I can reliably find the location, I'll come back and get all of you. It's better than risking everyone like we did last time. Though an escort would be welcome. Any takers? Any disagreement? I of course am leaving out dealing with Shock's soul....I'm...unclear if we have any thing to do there...anything we should be doing or leaving time for...that is more pressing then getting to Demise before he reforms."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Again, Xemnez had simply nodded in regard to Thyrius question. Though just before that, he appeared somewhat pensive at the mention of 'doubt', it seemed but a fleeting mental conflict had occured and been settled in moments. When his attention is inevitably turned towards the commentary on the treasures, there's not even a disagreeing grunt at any assessments or requests. He'd just simply give a small 'go ahead' gesture where there might be expectation of contention, before drifting off in thought pondering what is told/visible of the haul.
As was usually the case however, overthinking led inevitably to needing to wait until the group found themselves once more Myth Drannor, hauling and eventually storing it all in the closet. But once there he'd eventually opt to take up the Greatsword and a couple of healing potions just in case.
"Though I'm curious what they mean by 'in space', I wish them good fortune and happy hunting." He says with a bit of a smile to his voice. "As for suggestion of scouting, I can't say I disagree. And if you think your odds of protecting would be better, I... will trust your judgement, Toc. But with an escort being welcome, I'd be willing to go with you." Xemnez then looks over to Shock's current containment. "And besides, it's not as if I would know the right questions to suggest asking of Shock."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nuzej takes the time to tend his wounds.
37 HD
If no one else wants them, he will take the medallion, the robe of useful items, a potion of climbing, 150p, 2000g, 1 emerald, and, oddly enough, the plate armor. He realizes he has essentially no wealth of his own, and he's happy to take some of the lich's, while keeping the rest of what might be his share in the capable hands of Mirica or Toc. The plate, well, he'll answer that he spent some time as a soldier before discovering the arcane, and while the braces Jezun favors are fine, he kind of misses the feeling of armor. And swimming easily in it... it's tempting. He doesn't put it on yet, but he'll take it if no one else wants it.
"I can get you there, Toc, or at least, get you back. Both, if you need. That last fight was taxing but it did not drain the largest of my reserves."
Regarding the loot: "The scimitar and rapier look interesting but, unlike my brother, I have not been properly trained in the use of every weapon known to lionkind, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass. If no one else is claiming the necrotic armor, I shall carry it. It seems less protective than my current wardrobe choice but it might be situational-ly useful." Thyrius also grabs some platinum (200 pieces), as well as one potion of climbing and one potion of healing.
The black cat promptly vomits after teleporting. He looks apologetically around in hopes someone will magically help him clean up the mess. Toc's solo mission suggestion sounds dangerous, but it has the benefit of minimizing teleportation for Thyrius so... The black cat's thought is interrupted by Xem's volunteering. If his brother is going with Toc, then the wizard might as well reserve a spot for Thyrius, no words needed.