Cantion |
As the rest sit down to join the fawn and the paladin, Cantion relays the information they learned from the bartender.
"A good rule of thumb while adventuring, 'Always ask the bartender'".
Kandoo Krom |
Kandoo retires to rest, spending long hours praying and asking for guidance. He thanks Neith for the fortune of finding his current path, and admires the city from the window of the room.
Kandoo Krom |
Agreed. If we're all done with the social, then I feel we can go explore as a group ;)
Charger Nessius |
explore
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DM waz up? |
The party makes its way inland, the island is small, and within half an hour the ruins become clear. The walls still stand, but the gates are torn open. The keep seems Greek in origin, and it is clear that it wasn't attacked, rather abandoned. There are signs somthing or someone has taken residence inside the fortres.
The ground inner keep is rather well kept for being ancient, and the courtyard is hardly overgrown.
Large feathers litter the ground.
Titaia |
Titaia looked around the courtyard, kneeling down and picking up a feather from the ground. She twisted her fingers, spinning the feather between them. "This feather... hmmm.." She looked it over slowly as thought hard on it.
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
If it applies.
Kandoo Krom |
Kandoo's eyes assume a bird-like aspect, and he starts looking around at the ruins.
Using Falcon aspect
Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 4 = 26
Cantion |
"This feather... hmmm.." She looked it over slowly as thought hard on it.
Looking over Titaia's shoulder, Cantion comments, Yeah..those feather's don't look good. Harpies, maybe? Or worse, Furies?!"
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
DM waz up? |
The fethers seem patterned for a large white bird, and it is quite large. However with what you know, little can be gathered from these feathers alone. Along with the fact that the castle is clearly occupied, you can assume something bird-like, possibly a Roc, has taken residence in the castle.
You all notice a sword among a pile of stones. It appears to be made of a shiny bronze, almost golden. The pommal is visible and is carved into the head of a snake.
Titaia |
"I do not believe it harpies. Count yourselves lucky. Mayhap a Roc of some kind... Either way we must be on our guard. Though I do not suggest attacking unless attacked." Titaia stated as she began to look around.
She of course made her was to the stone pile, looking at the sword before her. "From one of the fallen?" She wondered.
DM waz up? |
the paladin is unable to gauge how much the blade cost, but he can easily tell it is a short sword. he is however able to tell that this is Olympian bronze as Elysian Bronze a metal mined from Olympus itself and molded to the shape of a weapon. it is said to deal more damage to monstrous beasts +1 Dmg vs. monstrous humanoids/ magical beast
Kandoo Krom |
The hunter Kandoo, used to deal with animals, stepped closer to the feathers to analyze them.
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Be ready, my friends. These ruins are not as abandoned as our eyes might deceive us to think be.
He pulled his gandasa.
Cantion |
She of course made her way to the stone pile, looking at the sword before her. "From one of the fallen?" She wondered.
The fawn whistles in appreciation for the beautiful weapon. Answering the amazon, Cantion guesses, "Or a gift from The Gods. They have a long history of leaving amazing weapons where heroes can find them."
Cantion then squints in concentration at Marcus."Pick it up, paladin. See how it feels."
DM waz up? |
The feathers are rather large, yes, but hardly the size for a Roc. If you where to guess the size, it was something just a bit smaller than a human. Other than that, the feathers resemble the plumage of an eagle.
There is a shuttering inside the castle. Something seems to be moving inside. There is a crash and it becomes all the more clear that it is ocupied.
Cantion |
Cantion examines the large feathers further.
"They look like eagle feathers. That could be a good omen. Eagles are sacred to All-Mighty Zeus."
The fawn decides to take a few of the nicer feathers, and gently wrap them up in his belongings.
The cleric then follows the athlete into the castle.
Charger Nessius |
Nessius simply shakes his head and follows.
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When you enter the front gates you are surprised by what you see. Standing in the middle of the room, with a broom in hand. Is a skeleton wearing standard Spartan armor, a bronze breastplate and helmate. It seems to be sweeping the floor, a broken pot lies there. It payes you no mind, as if it doesn't care that a party of adventurers has come to destroy it.
Other than the strange skeleton, the main hall is well kept. Seems someone has begun rebuilding. Much of the walls where broken, the area is cleared. Windows are half put back together, pillars look like they have been just put in, and the castle itself has a strange homely air.
Charger Nessius |
Nessius will look at the strangeness of the room, arch an eyebrow, and adjust his grip on his weapon. "Well, this could be a good thing." he reasons. "If they believe in such order, perhaps they're not some totally insane monster." he grumbles to himself. "The insane ones are harder to predict."
Kandoo Krom |
Kandoo stays silent, moving around the middle of the party. He keeps his Falcon aspect and eyes open.
Cantion |
Cantion gives Titaia a surprised, yet impressed look.
Amazons with manners. Will wonders ever cease! I'm so glad I got to see it.
"Listen to the general's daughter", said the cleric, adressing the group. "She knows a thing ot two about decorum. I'm hoping to be a student of it in my graying years."
Cantion |
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
"Well, you see, Nessius", spoke Cantion, "skeletons are typically mindless, therefore they have no mind for fear to dwell in.
Yet, they still possess an evil cunning imparted to them by their animating force: a cunning that allows them to wield weapons and wear armor."
The fawn continues his musings. "Perhaps the skeleton had a preexisting command to alert his master, on the off-chance, visitors came to call."
DM waz up? |
Seems the Satyr was correct, for the skeleton returned, followed by a group of well armed soldier skeletons, each carrying shields and spears, they like up and present their shields in a phalanx formation, spears pointed forward. A woman aproaches behind then, dhe to the cover provided by the minions it is hard to tell what she looks like. "Who are you? Why have you come?" She asks, her voice quite beautiful.
Charger Nessius |
"Wow. Color me impressed, Cantion. You got it in one." he replies with a chuckle. Clopping forward, Nessius touches his off hand in a fist to his breastplate. "I am Nessius, champion of the Centaur Tribes. These are my companions. We come because the oracle had told us of this place and that our destinies may be made manifest here."
Titaia |
"Yes, he is correct. I am Titaia, daughter of Maphili general of the Amazons, come here on behalf of the Oracle with those around me to face the father of all minotaurs." She explained with a respectful nod. "We did not know this place was called home by one. As such, we apologize for intruding."