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Getting further into the woods, Vethran decides that now is as good a time as any to layer on his arcane defenses.
"I have prepared enough magics to ward 3 of us against the dragon's acidic breath, but the duration of the protection is less than two hours and it will take a moment to complete all the incantations. When we feel we are near the creature's lair, let me know and I will do what I can to protect us."
"Returning to Sandpoint to reacquire the weapon will not be difficult. Given a chance to rest, I can easily teleport back there to retrieve the item and then return to our present location in the morning. Unless we think that leaving it hidden there is the best course of action? I can, of course, return at any time to retrieve it so long as we don't stray too far from Sandpoint." "As for the dragon," the mage scowls, "I agree that it should be dealt with as soon as possible, before it gets an opportunity to mend its wounds. If dragon slaying is to be on the agenda, I will prepare myself tomorrow morning accordingly."
Vethran nods along to Camlo's story. "Well, we Varisians have no particular love for the Hellknights either. My primary concern is that, while our getaway was indeed effective, I believe it may have exhibited enough of our magical prowess to indicate that we are.... something of a significant threat to them. On our way out of Sandpoint, I picked up a scroll for Elisile to begin copying that will make us aware of any scrying attempts directed at us. I suspect the Hellknights probably have wizards of their own to call on, and as such we can never be certain that we are beyond their ability to reach. But, if it's a fight they want, we can certainly give them one. I suspect that Hellknight commander is looking for vengeance on the elf and the two 'gypsies' that made monkeys out of him and his two toadies," the mage smirks.
"We managed to get out of Magnimar without permanently harming any of the Hellknights. I figured that a non-violent solution would give them less fervor in their inevitable pursuit than if we'd slain them. Still, I'm sure the Hellknight commander did not appreciate 10 minutes in an indestructible fishbowl," the mage smirks. Vethran thanks Alwyn for the offer of healing and joins the other wounded, helping Elisile limp over as well.
"Ahhh, Sandru! Yes, it would seem my companions and I arrived at precisely the right time to pull your whiskers out of the proverbial fire, eh?" he gives a friendly smirk at the caravan leader. "It is a shame our meeting could not come under more... auspicious circumstances, but at least we are alive and not nourishing a black dragon at the moment. I see you've met the other half of our group," he gestured towards Alwyn and the others. "Seems we'll be traveling together from here. Magnimar is a bit too hostile for us at the moment."
The badly injured mage floats down to rejoin the others, rolling his corroded sleeves down and sighing heavily. He looks first to Alwyn and nods, then to Hudak and Camlo. "Well... good seeing you all again, heh," he chuckles. "We ah... ran into some difficulties in Magnimar. Shopping was cut a bit short when the Hellknights thought to arrest us for questioning concerning the whereabouts of Camlo. Needless to say, they were unsuccessful in apprehending us."
As the dragon takes flight away from the group, the mage nervously smirks that his gambit appears to have worked. "Coward," he mutters, as if trying to instill confidence in himself while still shaking from the experience.
Taking to the sky once again, Vethran arcs high through the air above the treetops, his blazing dragon tattoo visible even from the ground as he summons up another devastating spell. From his outstretched fingertips spring a trio of white-hot beams that ripple the air and carve blistering wounds into the dragon's flank.
Still recoiling from the horrific burns and knowing he could not survive another hit like that, Vethran grits his teeth against the pain and turns his bloodshot and scalded visage towards the airborne dragon. "My turn," the wizard seethes.
Immediately after delivering his arcane payload, the wizard swiftly dives towards the forest canopy, hoping to seek shelter from the dragon's retaliation.
Away Team:
"I have no problem with keeping the polearm here, but if the Hellknights have diviners of competence equal to my own, it will only be a short time before we may find ourselves under continued assault. I don't believe the Hellknights know about the polearm, though, so it should be safe in my home for now. Fortunately for us, most common folk are fairly superstitious and generally terrified of a wizard's home. Nothing appears to be stolen so far. I can expect it to remain that way. However, I need to pay a visit to the scrollmaster here in town and see if he has a particular one in stock..." Vethran scratches his chin thoughtfully and nods.
"Stow the polearm underneath my mattress for now... say, Illes, you don't suppose the Sczarnetti here in Sandpoint would be willing to buy the polearm off us for resale elsewhere do you? I'm sure they'd ask for a finder's fee or something in exchange, but it would save us the trouble of lugging this thing all over Avistan looking for a buyer while we're on the lamb."
Magnimar No More:
Vethran hastily returns to the room upstairs, piling his effects into the bag of holding, including the new scrying mirror and the alchemical workshop supplies. Once the group had assembled everything and Elisile gripped the massive polearm securely, Vethran shouldered the magic sack, placed his hands on his companions, and uttered a single phrase of arcane power whilst drawing to mind the image of his home in Sandpoint...
Magnimar:
Vethran smirks at his cousin. "A minute or two to gather up my things into the magic bag, then we all hold hands and zip away to... well... anywhere you want. Almost anywhere, that is. Within a thousand miles or so," the mage winks. "I can have us out of here by the time fishbowl breaks free." He indicates the trapped Hellknight commander.
Magnanimous:
Vethran quickly levels a finger at the fallen Hellknight and intones a simple spell that blasts the knight with atrophying necromantic energy.
"Illes! Can you suggest to these gentlemen that it would be wise to remain here in the inn for awhile until we are gone in the interest of public safety. I am rapidly running out of nonlethal means... and things might get ugly."
Magnimar:
Vethran furrows his brow, obviously growing impatient with the local law enforcement. "I scryed his position mere hours ago, and at that time he was traveling with the Shoanti down a road that runs along a cliff by the sea. We truthfully do not know their final destination nor even their exact whereabouts. I'm not sure what else you want from us. Do you want me to teleport you directly to them?!" He balls a fist in anger.
Magnimar:
Vethran exchanges curious glances with Elisile and Illes before turning to the armored men. "My companion speaks truth. We do not know the current whereabouts of the individual you seek. I can assure you, however, that he is not currently within the confines of Magnimar nor is he under our protection. Last I knew he was in the company of some Shoanti tribesmen, which means at this point he could be pretty much anywhere in Varisia."
Magnimar:
Vethran, who had previously been observing coolly from the far side of the room, steps forward when the validity of their appraisal is brought into question.
"Not all Varisians are vagabonds, as you say. I am Vethran Tallomane, a wizard," he emphasizes the point so as to distinguish himself from the typically sorcerous archetype of Varisian spellcasters "most recently from Sandpoint. I assure you that this artifact is of Thassilonian origin and design." The mage then launches into an excruciatingly detailed analysis of the item, going above and beyond a mere appraisal and into pure academic overload as he defends the item's authenticity in a way that only a wizard could.
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