Going back to her room Pomenia pulls out her pack from the cabinet and quickly looks through it. "Only the essentials,"she mutters and pulls out a few odds and ends, but leaving her gold. Going to the window she pulls down the herbs that had been handing, quickly sorting through them and selecting the most important ones. She then secured her weapons and shield to the outside of her pack before putting on her armor. Taking a moment to send a quick prayer to Pelor, she then makes her way downstairs.
She first sees Barnabus and Hornom who both look prepared, "I'm ready to go," but then she looks at the gnome.
"Hlind, you'll freeze going like that! Just wait, I think there's an extra shift in here." Pomenia drops her pack to the ground, the shield and mace clanging loudly against the floor. She sorts through it quickly, but only sees her vestments, "Apparently not, but surely you have something? We need to be ready."
"So then, when do we get to meet these children we are to play nursemaid to? If they're from the city, they'll be fat and slow, which is good for us if we're set upon by wolves", Hardouin chuckles at his own mirth.
The Archmage’s group is led downstairs into a part of the mansion no one had any knowledge of. Past several doors and believe it or not several reinforced cells, to a large room with a glowing mirror covering an entire wall. “Sebastian looks at each of you and says simply “Make me proud.”
To Barnabus he hands a potion of healing (standard). And the Dwarven War Axe Barnabus fussed about in the shop in Greyhawk many weeks ago. He also hands the dwarf a bag of gems (10 100GP gems) for expenses for everyone on the journey back.
To Pomenia he hands a Potion of Gaseous form and a wand of Magic Missiles with 6 charges (power word “Berretta” etched on the handle).
To Greze he hands a potion of poison antidote and a rope of climbing
To Hornom he hands a potion of climbing and a decanter of endless water.
“Walk through the portal and you will be in Ratik. Retrieve the spear and bring it to the estate. Because it is an artifact it cannot be transported magically. You all must bring it back in utmost secrecy.”
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Barnabus' eyes go wide as he slowly and with much reverence accepts the axe. He's snapped out of his momentary revelry at the soft sound of the gems jangling in the pouch. "Aye, thank you greatly. I'll not let you down. " he accepts the gems and tucks them away safely beneath his chain armor. He returns to his ogaling of the new axe, testing the weight and balance. "Such fine craftmanship. Truly a dwaven masterpiece. This axe and I shall serve the arch mage well."
Just as Barnabus is about to step through the portal his eyes snap wide and he sputters, "Wait! Wait! Wait!" He spins around abrubtly and grabs his old axe. Handing it to Sebastian he asks, "Could you please have this placed in my room? Its a family heirloom." With that he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and steps through the mirror.
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Pomenia accepts the gifts, "This really is most generous. Thank you." She slides the wand into her pack and wraps the potion in her spare clothes and gently tucks it away. She approaches the mirror and before stepping through she extends her hand into the mirror. "Amazing," she whispers and enters the mirror.
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Hornom takes the gifts with a smile of delight and tries pouring some water out of the decanter. "This is truly a magical gift. Thank you." He places it in his sack and follows his allies through the mirror, eyes wide trying to take everything in.
Barnabus Enters the portal head high and eyes forward with his Dwarven war axe on his shoulder at the ready. As he walks through, he feels a tingle of excitement. As he exits he is suddenly hit with a huge drop in temperature, almost stunning him, but he manages to keep his composure. He is now in a large hall lit by globes of light and soft candles. In front of him are a small group of individuals. They all appear to be in the same style of uniform. Amongst them are two Goliath’s a Man and a Woman both in uniform. Barnabus is about to proudly hail them and declare the arrival of himself and his comrades when he hears a horrendous sound of vomiting from behind him. Actually, he hears and feels the vomiting as the Firbolg, who was at his back inadvertently vomits down Barnabuses backside. As Barnabus spins in anger and embarrassment he sees not only the Firbolg leaning on his staff vomiting but also Pomenia and the Gnome, both on their hands and knees vomiting heavily. “Oh Dear...” says the female Goliath.
"Oh, dear..." Voria said as she watches these archmage people just get sick over themselves."Can I go back to the goblins, Captian? There have to be more poisonous touting goblins to deal with, right?"
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"Aaaack! By the gods! Ya big blue oaf! Show some respect! I just had this armor cleaned!" , barks Barnabus as he spins around and takes a step back. His visage and demeanor soften a bit when he sees the other two also emptying the contents of their stomachs on to the floor of the chamber. Grumbling, "This smell'll never wash out." He turns back to regard the welcoming committee . "Ah, ma, me apologies. S, s, some just don't have the constitution of us dwarves." He stammers. Pushing past his embarrassment and getting a grip on his resolve, the rugged dwarf squares his shoulders and formally addresses the group. "Barnabus Ironheel at your service. We've been sent by the Archmage to assist the wardens. Who might you be?"
Voria takes a step forward. You see the goliath woman is well over 7 feet tall. Her skin is a light gray with three bands of darker gray on her face, looking much like a tribal tattoo. Her hair is long, black, and straight, and her eyes are a gray-blue. Her uniform is made of leather. Anyone familiar with goliaths would recognize she isn't very old, mid-twenties.
"I am Lieutenant Voria Wildweaver. I hope you can use that axe of yours."
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“I hope he can too! Otherwise, I’ll have to take it from him, by force if necessary, and chop down all those little plague humours into little itty bitty harmless humours!” Greze exclaims with an abundance of enthusiasm and confidence. He hopes this will distract from the puddle of ick he is now standing in front of. He is hen puts his hand in front of his lips and whispers out of the side of his mouth to Pomenia, “ That’s how fighting against a plague works, right?” Realizing everyone is still staring at him, he introduces himself to the wardens. “Hello there! I am Garadik, of the Agents of the Archmage, of Greyhawk City, of Flanaess,... of the world... and stuff. Um yeah, that’s me.” Greze, not knowing what else to say, takes a step back, and just waits for someone else to become the center of attention.
Standing behind the Goliath is a medium height, silver haired human. he wears the uniform of a captain, but it looks very combat oriented. he wears a sword at his belt, and strangely bears the insignia of a battle mage. "My name is Captain Pallar. you have already met Lieutenant Wildweaver." he gestures to the second Goliath "this is Lieutenant Bearscar. I am the Captain in charge of this operation. If I give an order, you follow it. Do this and I will do my very best to keep you alive." He looks at the indisposed members "Unfortunately I dont do guarantees. If I am out of commission, you answer to Lieutenant Wildweaver and Bearscar. Do you understand?"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Pomenia spits the last of the vomit, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She gets to her feet, "That wasn't as fun as I'd thought it would be." Grinning sheepishly she says, "Good to meet you, I'm Sister Pomenia, Priestess of Pelor." She then reaches down to help the gnome next to her to his feet. A confused look takes over her face as she looks at Voria, "Why would you rather go back to goblins?"
Barnabus' own military training takes over upon hearing the tone in the Captains voice. The dwarf snaps to attention and with a click of his heels proclaims, "Aye Captain." Nodding an acknowledgment at Bearscar as he turns towards Voria he says, "And fret not Lieutenant, when the time comes Oath Keeper and meself will do our part."
He pats his hand with the head of the axe for emphasis.
"Now if it be okay, might we find a place to clean this bile off?"
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Going back to her room Pomenia pulls out her pack from the cabinet and quickly looks through it. "Only the essentials," she mutters and pulls out a few odds and ends, but leaving her gold. Going to the window she pulls down the herbs that had been handing, quickly sorting through them and selecting the most important ones. She then secured her weapons and shield to the outside of her pack before putting on her armor. Taking a moment to send a quick prayer to Pelor, she then makes her way downstairs.
She first sees Barnabus and Hornom who both look prepared, "I'm ready to go," but then she looks at the gnome.
"Hlind, you'll freeze going like that! Just wait, I think there's an extra shift in here." Pomenia drops her pack to the ground, the shield and mace clanging loudly against the floor. She sorts through it quickly, but only sees her vestments, "Apparently not, but surely you have something? We need to be ready."
"So then, when do we get to meet these children we are to play nursemaid to? If they're from the city, they'll be fat and slow, which is good for us if we're set upon by wolves", Hardouin chuckles at his own mirth.
Ilyaas chuckles as well. "We dont have to be fast. Just faster than them."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Voria gives Ilyaas a small grin. "That shouldn't be too hard. As long as they don't think they are smarter than us because they've read books."
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"Oh, I do hope they bring lots of books with them", Hardouin plays along, "It makes it so much easier to light a fire when there's no dry kindling."
"the books will weigh them down"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The Archmage’s group is led downstairs into a part of the mansion no one had any knowledge of. Past several doors and believe it or not several reinforced cells, to a large room with a glowing mirror covering an entire wall. “Sebastian looks at each of you and says simply “Make me proud.”
To Barnabus he hands a potion of healing (standard). And the Dwarven War Axe Barnabus fussed about in the shop in Greyhawk many weeks ago. He also hands the dwarf a bag of gems (10 100GP gems) for expenses for everyone on the journey back.
To Pomenia he hands a Potion of Gaseous form and a wand of Magic Missiles with 6 charges (power word “Berretta” etched on the handle).
To Greze he hands a potion of poison antidote and a rope of climbing
To Hornom he hands a potion of climbing and a decanter of endless water.
“Walk through the portal and you will be in Ratik. Retrieve the spear and bring it to the estate. Because it is an artifact it cannot be transported magically. You all must bring it back in utmost secrecy.”
Barnabus' eyes go wide as he slowly and with much reverence accepts the axe. He's snapped out of his momentary revelry at the soft sound of the gems jangling in the pouch.
"Aye, thank you greatly. I'll not let you down. " he accepts the gems and tucks them away safely beneath his chain armor. He returns to his ogaling of the new axe, testing the weight and balance.
"Such fine craftmanship. Truly a dwaven masterpiece. This axe and I shall serve the arch mage well."
Just as Barnabus is about to step through the portal his eyes snap wide and he sputters,
"Wait! Wait! Wait!"
He spins around abrubtly and grabs his old axe. Handing it to Sebastian he asks,
"Could you please have this placed in my room? Its a family heirloom."
With that he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and steps through the mirror.
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OOC: As the Archmage team crosses through the portal each of you make a CON Saving throw.
Greze
CON SAV : 8
Pomenia accepts the gifts, "This really is most generous. Thank you." She slides the wand into her pack and wraps the potion in her spare clothes and gently tucks it away. She approaches the mirror and before stepping through she extends her hand into the mirror. "Amazing," she whispers and enters the mirror.
CON SAVE 19
Hornom takes the gifts with a smile of delight and tries pouring some water out of the decanter. "This is truly a magical gift. Thank you." He places it in his sack and follows his allies through the mirror, eyes wide trying to take everything in.
CON SAVE 20
Barnabus Enters the portal head high and eyes forward with his Dwarven war axe on his shoulder at the ready. As he walks through, he feels a tingle of excitement. As he exits he is suddenly hit with a huge drop in temperature, almost stunning him, but he manages to keep his composure. He is now in a large hall lit by globes of light and soft candles. In front of him are a small group of individuals. They all appear to be in the same style of uniform. Amongst them are two Goliath’s a Man and a Woman both in uniform. Barnabus is about to proudly hail them and declare the arrival of himself and his comrades when he hears a horrendous sound of vomiting from behind him. Actually, he hears and feels the vomiting as the Firbolg, who was at his back inadvertently vomits down Barnabuses backside. As Barnabus spins in anger and embarrassment he sees not only the Firbolg leaning on his staff vomiting but also Pomenia and the Gnome, both on their hands and knees vomiting heavily. “Oh Dear...” says the female Goliath.
"Oh, dear..." Voria said as she watches these archmage people just get sick over themselves. "Can I go back to the goblins, Captian? There have to be more poisonous touting goblins to deal with, right?"
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"Aaaack! By the gods! Ya big blue oaf! Show some respect! I just had this armor cleaned!" , barks Barnabus as he spins around and takes a step back. His visage and demeanor soften a bit when he sees the other two also emptying the contents of their stomachs on to the floor of the chamber. Grumbling, "This smell'll never wash out." He turns back to regard the welcoming committee . "Ah, ma, me apologies. S, s, some just don't have the constitution of us dwarves." He stammers. Pushing past his embarrassment and getting a grip on his resolve, the rugged dwarf squares his shoulders and formally addresses the group. "Barnabus Ironheel at your service. We've been sent by the Archmage to assist the wardens. Who might you be?"
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Voria takes a step forward. You see the goliath woman is well over 7 feet tall. Her skin is a light gray with three bands of darker gray on her face, looking much like a tribal tattoo. Her hair is long, black, and straight, and her eyes are a gray-blue. Her uniform is made of leather. Anyone familiar with goliaths would recognize she isn't very old, mid-twenties.
"I am Lieutenant Voria Wildweaver. I hope you can use that axe of yours."
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
“I hope he can too! Otherwise, I’ll have to take it from him, by force if necessary, and chop down all those little plague humours into little itty bitty harmless humours!” Greze exclaims with an abundance of enthusiasm and confidence. He hopes this will distract from the puddle of ick he is now standing in front of. He is hen puts his hand in front of his lips and whispers out of the side of his mouth to Pomenia, “ That’s how fighting against a plague works, right?” Realizing everyone is still staring at him, he introduces himself to the wardens. “Hello there! I am Garadik, of the Agents of the Archmage, of Greyhawk City, of Flanaess,... of the world... and stuff. Um yeah, that’s me.” Greze, not knowing what else to say, takes a step back, and just waits for someone else to become the center of attention.
Standing behind the Goliath is a medium height, silver haired human. he wears the uniform of a captain, but it looks very combat oriented. he wears a sword at his belt, and strangely bears the insignia of a battle mage. "My name is Captain Pallar. you have already met Lieutenant Wildweaver." he gestures to the second Goliath "this is Lieutenant Bearscar. I am the Captain in charge of this operation. If I give an order, you follow it. Do this and I will do my very best to keep you alive." He looks at the indisposed members "Unfortunately I dont do guarantees. If I am out of commission, you answer to Lieutenant Wildweaver and Bearscar. Do you understand?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Pomenia spits the last of the vomit, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She gets to her feet, "That wasn't as fun as I'd thought it would be." Grinning sheepishly she says, "Good to meet you, I'm Sister Pomenia, Priestess of Pelor." She then reaches down to help the gnome next to her to his feet. A confused look takes over her face as she looks at Voria, "Why would you rather go back to goblins?"
Barnabus' own military training takes over upon hearing the tone in the Captains voice. The dwarf snaps to attention and with a click of his heels proclaims,
"Aye Captain."
Nodding an acknowledgment at Bearscar as he turns towards Voria he says,
"And fret not Lieutenant, when the time comes Oath Keeper and meself will do our part."
He pats his hand with the head of the axe for emphasis.
"Now if it be okay, might we find a place to clean this bile off?"
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