There is nothing to find for Abomentolor.
"Where are the evil guys here? Can't be only those nutjobs and the tin can." Abomentolor complains. He moves on westwards into the open room.
This room is furnished with tables, chairs, and a few sideboards. The chairs are scattered here and there, and the sideboards have been smashed open and emptied. A large cast-iron stove sits in the northwest corner. And here are four more of those nutjobs.
As the party approaches, they shout and holler and hide behind the furniture.
"There we go." Tauriell comments and starts shooting.
"I need a better bow. The enemies don't fall over anymore, when I shoot them."
Gwenhwyfar throws a sleep hex at one of the cultists.
Abomentolor casts a stinking cloud into the area. "Eat this, stupid nutjobs."
One skulk shoots back at Tauriell. But the arrow gets stopped by the mithral shirt.
The sulk is unaffected by the sleep hex, but then everything disappears in a yellow green cloud of stinking fog. Nothing can be seen but the sound of retching is heard.
Jimmy holds his breath and moves towards the nearest sound of belching, cautiously.
Jimmy finds out, that holding ones breath doesn't help much versus this poisonous fog.
"As nice as it is not to be shot at anymore, this seems to only stall everything." Tauriell comments.
The sight in the stinky fog is very short, but as the enemies make a lot of noises, it is not hard to locate them within. Jimmy finds one cultist retching behind a turned over table.
Jimmy attempts to cleave the creature in two.
The creature is hit badly, but as seen before, they deny the request to die. The cultist decides to cough his innards out someplace else and disappears into the fog.
"Are you done playing? I want to go back to Magnimar. I need to do some shopping." Tauriell calls after Jimmy.
And to Gwenhwyfar she adds "I'm sitting on a s!@+load of stuff we found, and some of that is really nice, but here it is not even enough to kill Joe Average walking around in the dungeon. Relying only on Jimmy's strength might fail somewhen and then we're screwed."
"I can bring us back in a second, if we think all of this can wait until tomorrow?" Gwenheyfar replies.
"Would be nice if she'd be helpful beyond snarky comments and her pretty face." Abomentolor agrees to Tauriell's statement.
"Well, thank you!" Tauriell replies, running her fingers through her long hair.
"But yeah - since you're no longer as useful as you used to be my lazy ass days seem to be over."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to leave these things alive?" Jimmy's voice calls from the cloud
"If you want to finish them, be my guest. I just don't SEE that happen right now." Tauriell answers. "How about you shoo them out in out direction?"
"I'll try." Jimmy says as he drives his glaive into the wretching cultist again.
He then makes his way to where he remembers the far side of the room being.
Jimmy finds a narrow corridor, flanked by doors and at the end of the corridor a gap in the rock where daylight comes in. Looking out Jimmy can see the open sea behind and beneath the abbey.
From the noise of it, at least one cultist hid in the adjacent rooms.
"There is a corridor back here that leads out to the cliff with some rooms off of it." Jimmy says hunting down the nearest wretching.
The rooms are all empty and abandoned, but one which houses a miserable cultist, recollecting his breakfast.
Jimmy walks across and whacks the cultist across the back of the head with the haft of his glaive.
As the cultist collapses Jimmy checks that he is still breathing. After he confirms that he grabs one of the cultists sleeves and drags the limp cultists out to the others.
"I figure we might as well try get some information if we head back to town."
"Why not." Gwenhwyfar shrugs. "Put her in a bag of holding and we'll take her along."
Once that is done, she grabs the others and does a teleport to the middle of their pillar kingdom.
"Ohkaay." Tauriell comments. "That's not exactly Magnimar. Did someone fix that issue while we were away?"
"No, not yet. But as a short time solution we could get a catapult. What do you think Jimmy?" Gwenhwyfar suggests.
"Ok, I think I'll take a pass here. Abomentolor, will you give me a ride over to the mainland?"
"Sure." Abomentolro replies and hits Tauriell and himself with fly spells.
"Let's meet tomorrow after breakfast at my place. See you." he tells before he takes off to Magnimar.
Tauriuell flies directly to Beacon's Point for a visit of their favorite provider of arms and armor. The Most Excellent Order of Smiths. She sells almost all her collected equipment there to buy a good armor and a good bow in exchange. And a nice blade, as she is already at it.
She feels a lot lighter then and hopefully she is also better equipped. She then leaves to walk around a bit in the districts with a bad reputation, to see if she can test her new weapons. But no one volunteers.
"I think, we should go shopping too. We really need some way to get people here and back. Let's go and visit Lini." Gwenhwyfar suggests.
"Our favorite shopkeeper. I have no idea what she might have but if anyone has something to handle this situation it is Lini." Jimmy replies with a smile
"Welcome to Everything Maigc. The impossible we deliver immediately, wonders might take a bit longer - how can I help?" Lini tells as the door opends and rings the shop bell.
"Ah, it's you. My best customers. What brings you here? Selling or buying?"
"Today we are buying... We need a way to transport people to and from our new home."
"Are your guests are good at acrobatics? I could recommend a shop, where they sell very good rope. If you tie it off over the bay, one could walk over it." she says with a smile.
"All solutions I could offer will be all but sustainable."
"I fear most would not be willing to try something like that."
"I'd like some summoning circle that transports you to our reception at the castle." Gwenhwyfar explains. "And another circle at our castle that brings you back, next to the first circle."
"Also I believe to tie a rope to the bridge you would need a permit again from that impolite bureucrat."
"I guess something like that can be done, but it's not cheap. Also you'd need a place where to put that. You wouldn't want everyone just to stumble into your home, would you? And as it has to be created in the place I can't simply sell you that. But there is a guy who might be able to do that. Haven't seen him in a while, but I could contact him magically." Lini tells and starts searching for a scroll.
"Name is Tink. A ratfolk mage who creates the absurdest magical things. He might be interested in helping you, as that's quite a challenge."
"You're paying the 1125 gold for the message?" Lini inquires once she holds the scroll of sending in hands.
"Sure, Jimmy will pay that." Gwenhwyfar replies eagerly.
"Are you sure this guy can help?" Jimmy asks dubiously
"Ok." Lini tells and with great concentration looks at the spell. She waves it around and pulls it stright a few times shouting words at it, until it disappears in a sizzling light.
"Hello Tink. Some cool job here to build a two way magical transportation between Magnimar and a castle off shore. Interested?" Lini telegraphs over the magic connection.
After the message is sent she addresses Jimmy. "He for sure can. There are others who can too. But somehow he manages to beat them all when it comes to the gold it uses."
"Certainly sounds like it would be an interesting challenge. Are you in your old store? Guess you can't reply anyway..."
A moment later a small, old, graying rat, with a blue bird and hulking mechanical man in tow appear.
Unfortunately within the small confines of the aisles of the store SteelGate topples some items off a shelf.
"Sorry about that Lini." Tink says, "Anything new and interesting lately?"
"Yes, indeed. I got a metal companion too now. And I got new best customers, which you see here - " Lini tells, pointing at the clockwork golem and her customers "Gwenhwyfar and Jimmy, and this is Tink." She steps over and picks up the dropped items.
"Nice to meet you Tink." Gwenhwyfar tells and offers her hand to the small man.
"Good to meet you too." Tink replies with a smile. "This is SteelGate and Blue." He says introducing his companions. "I hear you want some magic being made?"
"Yes. We built our new home out in the sea, due to some differences with the local bureaucracy. It is a really nice place, but without magic it is burdensome to get there. We have space there to have a party with 200 people, but no way to get them there and back. Even some of our friends need magic assistance to visit us. So worst case, we'll sit alone in out castle and no one can come to us."
"As a solution for that I'd like a magic circle at our home that transports one to a pendant on the main land. Somewhere in Underbridge. I guess we can add an entrance building somewhere around the orphanage. And in our new home it should lead to the entrance hall."
"You got some ideas, how to hinder uninvited guests? I guess there are some other things to consider, but I've never had such a thing."
"Hmmmm... That is a problem indeed. WOuld you be able to say how far away this place is from your... orphanage?" he says thinking.
"I might have a few ideas..."
"I think not more than 2000 feet." Gwenhwyfar answers. "But I'm not sure."