When Tavar arrives, Barel walks over to Tavar and hands him a mug of ale and chugs his own in salute. When Ruinblade speaks of killing Tavar, Barel eyes the talking sword with more dislike than his previously simple dubious glances towards it.
Thom walks over and accepts the ritual book. He looks down to his feet for a moment before he looks up into the deva's eyes. "Thanks, Tavar. I...uhh...wanted to say that I don't think we could have made it this far without your help...and you will be missed, my friend." He wipes a bit of moisture from his face, before muttering gruffly, "Take care of yourself, Tavar."
He glances at the ever-flowing mug Barel offers him and shrugs. "Oh well, it's only a hangover..." as he picks up a mug of the bitter brew and attempts to drink it without looking like...well...a wizard.
Arishat leans heer spear against the wall, and grabs a mug of Barel's ale. Sipping it, she looks around. Thom looks a little down. Let's cheer him up a bit. She downs the rest in one gulp, and saunters over to grab him. "Come on then, Thom. We're dancing. I get to lead."
Morning comes, bringing another grey day in Skull City. Njall leads you on a winding path through the city to what used to be a river dock.
"There's a portal here. If you can fix it, it will get you to Freeport."
He grins wryly. "We don't get a lot of visitors and the ones who do make it don't often leave. The Black Flames made a point of disabling all the permanent circles early on. I'll watch out for snipers, but be as quick as you can."
Arcana checks to get the thing working again. You can aid each other.
Barel stands facing away from the portal, watching for snipers as best he can.
I have not tackled my equipment request list yet, but your post on your blog was a great teaser...I didn't click on the picture link (didn't want to spoil it), and I did post my excitement--but only after some other dude named Trey posted.
Thom grins at Njall, "Gee, I am gonna miss this place..." He then turns his attention to the portal and his new found bodyguard. "Yeah, Raya but sometimes the arcane does not wish to be understood, he he."
In case of combat, Guardian Iatos has Ruinblade hefted on her shoulder in one hand, her new banner in the other, and is currently taking total defense, and hopefully providing a cover bonus to Thom from ranged attacks.
Thom readily corrects Arishat's inadvertant error and the portal crackles into life. He estimates it will stay open no longer than two minutes - ample time for the party to leave, but also possibly allowing access for other less welcome creatures.
The group plunge through the portal as the attackers in the shadows continue to rain dark energy on them. The last sight you have of Skull City is Njall raising his hand to alert his own team of ambushers as he ducks skilfully aside.
In the place of the sullen gloom of the city, you find yourselves in a back alley somewhere hot and smelly. At a guess, you are near a wharf. The stink of fish suggests it, certainly.
As an additional pleasant surprise, nobody seems about to attack you.
"May you be victorious, Njall. I shall see you again." Raya murmurs far too late to be heard. She reaffirms her posture, looking about. "Well that's up to you most likely. Sigil is the destination, but wherein lies our journey?"
Freeport eh? Any chance Raya has connections here, whether simply with a church or temple or perhaps her own order? I've got a few NPC types I can supply you with if you wish.
Raya is certain there is a temple to Ioun in Freeport. She is uncertain quite what aspect of the goddess is acclaimed here, but there will be enough similarities.
Lanthair's question is answered as a body falls through the portal before it flickers shut. The corpse is that of a gaunt humanoid wearing the emblem of a white skull. It has been pierced by many arrows.
Raya quickly drops Ruinblade upon the creature for a coup-de-grace before she even knows what she's doing, judging by the look on her face. She startles as she looks down, "Must've been instinct..." She murmurs, as she silently wonders how much control this artifact has.
Thom gives the paladin an odd look before he checks the corpse for any magical auras. As he examines the corpse, he mutters softly to her "Just be a little judicious with that blade, Raya. Most city folk, even those in Freeport, take a dim view to slaughtering helpless bodies."
Arcana take 10, total 33.
Is Thom aware of any Wizard's guilds in Freeport?
Thom senses no magical auras around the corpse. It is very dead, and you recognise the arrows as Skullbreaker ammunition, formerly enchanted to be particularly lethal to undead.
Of a certainty there will be a wizard's guild in Freeport, but a more immediate problem presents itself. Footsteps are heard at the end of the alleyway and happy drunken singing. A group of strangers surrounding a corpse is likely to attract attention even here.
"We may want to be somewhere else when the body is found. I don't want to spend the bribes that would prove our innocence." Arishat checks for alternative exits to the alley, that won't take the group past the footsteps. A nice low wall would be nice, if they can't get out of one end.
Absently on the previous topic still, Raya murmurs, "I'd rather ensure nothing followed us, is that so bizarre?" She stands back up, "I see no worries with authorities, but the sooner we report in, the better."
Into the door, onward to the Temple of Sune, er Ioun!
The door opens into a general refuse area. Piles of waste add to the great smell of fish and offer a decent hiding place either for the group or the corpse. It seems that you are at the back of an inn. Another door stands ajar and beyond it voices can be heard.
"Did you order the otyugh, Fred? It's getting full out there."
When he emerges from the portal, Barel was on guard, and doubly so when the corpse falls through just behind him. Anxious to be away from the portal, Barel moves towards the door pointed out by Raya and plunges through, with hammer by his side and ready to be hoisted at a moment's notice.