Amiri groans as she struggles to regain consciousness as the druid applies her magical aid to the savage woman. "The..child..he..lives? are the first words she struggles to get out of her mouth uncaring of whatever effect the poison of the scorpian's deadly tail had on her.
Seelah shakes her head.
"The courage of youth is important, but it needs to be tempered with the wisdom to realise when a foe is beyond your skill. No-one doubts your bravery; but if we had not happened upon you, you would likely have ended up dead. In future, consider bringing allies along with you - there is no point gaining glory, if you do not live to tell the tale."
"Well, you saved the lad. Let us return! I seek more glory!" A voice is heard.
Ezren's head swivels around, trying to locate where the voice had come from, but he finds himself totally at a loss. "Who said that?"
Amiri looks about mustering her strength for the next foe "Child. Did you bring someone here with you?"
"Ha, heroes sometimes look but not see! I am here. Right in the boys hands!"
Amiri spits on the ground watching the child holding what she tries to fathom to be a talking. "You talk? Are you the reason why this child left?" weakened or not she stands quickly anger coursing through her at the possibility that this blade is probably the reason why the child ran off to 'slay a beast'
"Actually no. This one is not worth that I speak to. No offense! But I am the one why he is still alive." Looking closer you can see that there are a few gashes in the boy.
"There. You see, lad? Even the sword you wield sees that you are not yet fit for this kind of foolishness. Return home to your mother, and let her provide you with the training you need to become worthy of such a weapon."
I need a DC 13 Diplomacy or Intimidate check to bring AAyef home.
I need a DC20 check to get Soldiers Glory, the mighty sword to aid you.
Good roleplay will and can influence booth rolls.
Seelah addresses the sword directly.
"A former wielder of yours has fallen out of favor with Taldor; her legacy has been forgotten. We wish to restore her honor, and her memory - a witness such as yourself would be invaluable to our cause; will you aid us?"
With this the sword accepts a new owner. Now just get the boy to go home.
"Child you have played hero long enough in this wild and seen where it almost took you. The wilds are not for dreamers. This is no game we play to fill our time. Each day we are out here we must wake up knowing that we might never see another. That we might die alone. Know what you ask for and know there are few happy endings choosing this life. So enough of this! We head back to your mother and if you choose not to come I will personally drag you by the scruff of your hair all the way back. Then you will truly begin to understand what life you dream is like.
Ezren once again raises his cane into the air and begins waving it in a circular pattern while muttering a few nonsensical words. In the midst of his nonsense, he casts a cantrip to summon a light at the end of his cane, then looks at the boy. "Aayef al-Fakhiri, your sword has abandoned you for one more worthy. You have shown yourself too weak to face the dangers of the wild. You will return with us and surrender the sword, or you will be brought back. The time for play is over."
Visibly shaken left and right but swayed by the sage counsil of Ezren, the boy hangs its head down.
Together you bring him home and true to her word his mother hands you the sword. This leaves only one last episode .. Breakdown.
Remaio Alcasti asks the PCs to retrieve Honaria’s many decorations and honors from her burial chamber. Breakdown letter
With Remain's final letter in hand, Ezren makes his way toward the mausoleum. An orb of light already clinging to the handle of his cane and lighting the way for the group.
Knowledge history or nobility
The PCs long journey through the foothills of the World’s Edge Mountains is uncannily desolate, and a lonely pall hangs over the entire trip.
A white marble tomb emerges from the shadow of a low mountain. Two composite columns frame the tomb’s tarnished silver door with cracked hinges. The rain-streaked relief of a pegasus head sits in place of a keyhole.
Never one for waiting on anyone Amiri moves up to the door and pushes it open while the others decipher the history behind this place.
"Amiri, wait," Ezren calls out as the powerful young woman moves to push open the door. "Didn't you read the letter? What am I saying? Of course you didn't, foolish girl. Here, we are to pour the water on the door to reveal the keyhole." The wizard steps forward, holding the vial of water ahead of him, and carefully pours its contents onto the door, particularly around the pegasus head relief.
The woman looks at the old cripple. "Hmph. Pour away then."
AS you pour the water on the door a keyhold appears soon to be opened by the sage Ezren. You enter a musty corridor leading to a room.
A large granite tablet covered with names and dates stands in the center of this small room.
The tablet provides a chronological record of the Alcastis buried within the tomb. About halfway down the stone the list stops, ending with “Honaria Alcasti, 4049 ar–4123 ar.”
Looking carefully around you do not notice anything of interest.
You move on and reach another room.
A statue of a soaring pegasus rises above the pool of stagnant water in the center of the room.
The pool in this room was once a fountain, but soon Ezren deduces its pipes broke over years of neglect. Now the water is dusty and still.
You move on. Somber statues of Alcastis past line this hallway, their hands broken apart and lying at their feet. A pile of shattered rubble lies strewn across the floor, the stone pierced through with
abandoned spears and swords. The air is thick with dust and neglect.
Please give me a perception check.
Ezren looks around the dusty hall, the light from his cane casting shadows behind each stately figure.
Amiri grumbles as the old man seems to take forever to open the door. Moving in she looks at the chambers she passes and wonders if things are really going to be this easy...
Seelah remains oblivious.
As you look around Lini, Amiri and Merisiel notice distinct features in the shape of the stone, such as a paw and an ear, that suggest that it was once part of a statue of a dog.
Seelah notices that the weapons seem to belong to the other statues.
And Valerion notices that all of the weapons bear a pegasus crest upon them, which matches the wax seal on the letter that the PCs received from Remaio. There are 3 longswords and 4 spears.
Amiri and Merisiel also hear scraping and crackling noises through the door to the next room.
As the group makes their way through the tomb, Ezren begins to Detect Magic, scanning the room and pausing to focus on any magical auras he might perceive.
Valeros looks at the longswords. He grabs one and puts it in his scabbard.
These swords are of fine quality....never hurts to have a backup either.
Amiri moves to the door and then turns to Merisiel. She raises her blade in both hands and then nods to Merisiel to open the door.
Stairways lead up to a marble dais, where rotted wooden offerings lie in splinters. The tiles of the floor are scorched black, and the smell of magical ozone fills the air. A sickly pale glow sputters amid a pile of debris, illuminating a shattered sword upon the ground. In the chamber’s walls, rows of niches bear ceramic urns labeled with bronze plaques. A repetitive grinding sound echoes through the chamber, erratic and yet unceasing.
Amiri sniffs the air and turns to the old man. "Do you know what that smell is?" With that she moves into the room confident of her ability to survive whatever might come next. "Elf. Do you think this is a trap?"
Ezren breathes in the sharp tang of magic and mutters grimly. "Oh there's magic here. You may be certain of that." He scans the room with a glowing hand outstretched, trying to determine if the magical auras can be traced to a particular location or item within the room.
There is a magical force ahead. Formerly a statue of a proud, doglike creature, it now lies in fragments, only able to move its intricate metal
frame with its magical animating force. The guardian’s jaws spark wildly as the disparate pieces drag themselves towards the PCs, struggling to destroy the intruders. Suddenly while looking ahead Ezren feels a hand land on his shoulder trying to strangle him.
Seelah does her best to help Ezren with his 'hand' problem.
If he escapes, he moves as far away as he can from the attackers.
There is one broken dog statue ahead and 3 hands crawling towards you, one has dropped on Ezren.