Dunno. I always thought that the scribed spells disappeared and the rest was then sold as scrolls.
Edit: If I could take Chill touch, Spectral hand, Gaseous form and Polymorph, I'd be very happy.
I...really don't know; I didn't think they disappeared. Hmm....
Or else, how do you make scrolls of your own spells out of your own spellbook?
PHB; p. 179; a fully filled up spellbook with 100 pages (spells are 1 page per level) is 5,000 g.p. retail.
I'll eyeball it, and say the spellbook you can sell for 3,000 g.p. Don't divide that in half; that's the price. So 500 g.p. each character. You got time to do your scribing and all that too, whenever the sale goes through.
There's a hyper little gnome wizard that wants it quicklike, but he needs to learn a little patience. He ain't gonna strongarm youse guys or nothing.
Does anybody know where pricing of a spellbook is detailed?
Pg 179 of players handbook. "Captured spellbooks can be sold for a gp amount equal to one-half the cost of purchasing and inscribing the spells within(that is, one-half of 100gp per page of spells). A spellbook entirely filled with spells(that is, with one hundred pages of spells inscribed in it) is worth 5,000gp."
Also, same page just above it under "writing a new spell into a spellbook"---A spell takes up one page per spell level (0-level spells take 1 page).EDIT- oops, you already got it.....
"Hmmm ... well on the other hand, they're not bothering anyone there are they?" Beldan muses. "And I reckon that golems and such aren't known for their amazing wealth..."
"I'd be surprised if they have any personal wealth. They might be guarding something valuable, though, and the suits of armour will be worth something."
"The nice thing about the mindless constructs, though, is that they aren't going anywhere. Anyone want to check out the two other doors? We could alawys come back later."
Which one you want? He checked them both; they're not trapped or even locked...
Two torches burn on the same wall as the door you open, to either side of the door.
The floor and walls are piled with three foot tall piles of human bones, and in the walls are hundreds of wedged out holes, about large enough to hold a skull each, and each holds a skull. This room appears to be an ossuary.
You open the door; in a 20 foot radius circle in the center of this room, priestly robes and mitres dance and caper in a silently spinning circle.
As if oblivious to the armor he himself is wearing: "By Moradin. Thes fowk ur feckin' weird."
"Um, yes. Weirdness seems to be a staple of this place. Good thing it doesn't rub off, or we might be in trouble."
Beldan raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. Lucky that.”
“Listen, if we’re going to take on those golem things, well I’m not going to be much good in the fight – I doubt they’ve got any vitals to poke, and I’m not going to stand toe to toe with them.” He looks at Elgan. “I’ve seen how you work that heal-stick,” gestures to the wand of cure light wounds, “and I think I could work it (Use Magic Device) … maybe. I could be on heal duty, free you up for fighting?”
"Meh, me no see nothing weird. Except Iron Rabbit S@$% - him very weird.
"We finish here now we kill hobbo? Me still want to kill dad. Maybe we win him wife for Deaf and Blind. Hee hee!"
As if oblivious to the armor he himself is wearing: "By Moradin. Thes fowk ur feckin' weird."
Elgan looks from the dancing items to Stiggy's ensemble without batting an eye.
"Yep." He agrees straight-faced. "Dey shoo-ah ahre Chere'."
HE looks again to the dancing items. "Dey don' look lahk my colors, but mebbe one o' you wuz lookin' fer a new outfit? Iz a lil' too priestly an' stuffy-lookin fer mah tastes."
The druid nods at Beldan's suggestion. "Frum whut ah r'members, constructs iz tough. Me bein' in de mix wouldn' hurt nun. Dat way's ah kin be close fer a pull out if'n sumone takes a nasty hit. If you kin convince de twig tah cooperate wit' yah, dat's fine wit' me. Jes r'member, it's jes' e'nuff tah keep sumone alive er bind up scratches. It ain't a 'Heal frum above' wand." He says as he hands Beldan the CLW wand to examine and see if he can operate it.
"Meh, me no see nothing weird. Except Iron Rabbit s!!~ - him very weird.
Quoteth the pot to the kettle.
Yes, these are some strange dealing we are having in this abode.
"Meh, me no see nothing weird. Except Iron Rabbit s*~# - him very weird.
"We finish here now we kill hobbo? Me still want to kill dad. Maybe we win him wife for Deaf and Blind. Hee hee!"
“Hey! I was deceived by magic most foul, alright? But yeah, I’m fine with leaving here and offing members of Gittik’s family instead,” the young rogue shrugs. “Tell me what you guys decide and I’ll help as I can.”
He takes the wand from Elgan and begins examining it, swinging it about dramatically and muttering under his breath as he tries to get a feel for how it works.
"Meh, me no see nothing weird. Except Iron Rabbit s!!~ - him very weird.
Quoteth the pot to the kettle.
Yes, these are some strange dealing we are having in this abode.
"You see talking kettle and pot? Yeah, they weird too."
"In that case, why don't we try to get back home to the good old Flanaess? Just about everything in this house creeps me out. Also, we have some lizardmen to deal with, remember?"
Are you guys bailing out of the Castle of Amber?
That's cool; I'll prolly come back and write a little montage for you back to Saltmarsh way in a couple hours;
if you guys want to go ahead and make your purchasing decisions, that's cool...this'll fugue in to a bit of pissing about in Saltmarsh/Seaton to buy equipment and meet new partymembers and whatnot.
Up to you; let me know if you have any questions.
Patrick, French Wolf, let me know whenever you're ready to join in the wild rumpus...
"We finish here now we kill hobbo? Me still want to kill dad. Maybe we win him wife for Deaf and Blind. Hee hee!"
"Ah am wi' th' wee fellaw. His pappy needs killin'."
You emerge from the gate, back to the gnome trailer park.
There's nobody in the doublewide. A look out the window tells you it's dusk.
Nearby the doublewide there's a clutch of swamper folk; Jody is amongst them. They're cooking something roadkillesque over a fire in a fifty gallon drum; passing around 2 or three clay jugs with three "x"s on them...
"Norm'ly ah'd be all 'bout clearin' out deh b'longin's ah dem whut so casu'ly twist nature tah dere own devices,... but quite frankly dis place gives me deh creeps!" Elgan mutters emphatically.
"If'n yeh all want tah stay an' beat on dem golems, ah'm in wit yeh. But if'n yeh say iz tahm teh get back tah deh 'real world' and take care o deh buz'ness we came heah fer, ahll lead deh way!"
Just then, a little mouse in a wheelchair comes wheeling out of a mouse hole and across the room.
"AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Init on mouse: 1d20+3=23
Tenser......"wins."
*Gulp*
<Wags his tail.>
If you feel the need;
"Raystee rice!"
<More wagging.>
I should make him hiccup popcorn for 3 days...
"Ah, good afternoon, gentlemen. Say, Jody - how long have we been gone? Just curious."
"We got rid of that Jag Doom fellow for you ... all of him, as far as we can tell."
Nearby the doublewide there's a clutch of swamper folk; Jody is amongst them. They're cooking something roadkillesque over a fire in a fifty gallon drum; passing around 2 or three clay jugs with three "x"s on them...
Nearby the doublewide there's a clutch of swamper folk; Jody is amongst them. They're cooking something roadkillesque over a fire in a fifty gallon drum; passing around 2 or three clay jugs with three "x"s on them...
"Ah, good afternoon, gentlemen. Say, Jody - how long have we been gone? Just curious."
HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?"
(it's a greeting, not an accusation) belts out Jody."'Bouta dang fortnight, giver take. Yer hungry?"
"We got rid of that Jag Doom fellow for you ... all of him, as far as we can tell."
"Hot damn. Some them goblins been by lookin around, and we gavem some arrows to play with. We cleared them out of here, near as I can tell. I'd say I reckon this calls for a party, but we've been going for a week now."
"Hey, I could use a drink. Before I forget, how do we get to this lizardman vllage?" Altai shows the swampers the map.
"Y'all could go overland....cept it's kinda not altogether much land. Or go back down this river and take the Hool up there; it's off a tributary a way's up the main river. I'd suggest you guys get you a boat and take the river. You don't look all too swampy to us."
They're not that hip to "flying invisible wizards."
It's about 6 hours down their river to the Hool, then up the Hool about 5 hours, then up another tributary about 4 hours...I'll estimate.
Jody looks at Stiggy; takes a swig from the mason jar and offers it to him. Then, scratching his matted greasy locks, inquires: "f#@# me We Jas! What the hell are you wearing?"
"Ah'm tryin' oot e new swatch."
<Takes a swig of hootch.>
It's fermented swamp potatos.
They all snicker at you...
"Well, you look tougher than the guy who wore it in there..."
"Weel 'e was baelt loch a blade ay girse."
<Shifts uncomfortably in the tight harnessing, scratching at the lard squeezing out around his abdomen. Drops the sack containing his old armor on the ground with a loud clatter and warms his hands in the fire.>
A rivulet of sweat runs out of Stiggy's navel.
Lovely.
For some reason, Tenser likes licking the new armor.
"You know, Stig, I can fix up your old set of platemail. Hell, I might even do it for free."
For some reason, Tenser likes licking the new armor.
Okay so he counts to twenty by scratching his foot in the turf while he does it.