Anga scribes a scroll of invisibility, and 4 shield scrolls
A couple of days after the celebration, the heroes are called to go and visit Halgara in her office, "Your service to Trunau is beyond what we could ever properly reward. I have been given permission from the council to release these from the town treasury. We wish we could do more, but the cost to rebuild has greatly depleted our reserves." Halgara hands Haskyll a pouch. Inside are 9 well cut Sapphires.
My thanks for the party, and I will ensure that everyone who was involved will get an even share. However
He chuckles lightly
I think a lot of it will probably be spent back here, which should help with the rebuild.
Agrit will know right away that she does not have a Belt of Strength. "The last one I had was taken by the Town Guard during the Seige," the Dwarf Wizard responds to Ulfgard's inquiry.
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Leira, here is tha scroll ye wanted
Anga hands her the freshly writen invisibility scroll
It'll give ye about 3 minutes of not being noticed. Enjoy.
Anga looks around the town for some useful wands.
Agrit lost her Wands in the fire. However, a trader from Korvosa is in town. He has a Wand of Magic Missiles.
Oh, yes! Anga will detect magic it (because she is a non trusting sort, see dwarf), and then will buy it.
Anga Detects Magic on the straight piece of ebony wood. It is a Wand of Magic Missiles as described.
Magic missile wand. Yey!
:D
"Oh Anga! I wish I was as patient as you to hold to the task of scripting like you do" Leira opens the scroll and examines the arcane symbols "It's just perfect, your calligraphy is great. Thanks a lot master"
The girl smiles to the dwarven wizard paying her 75 gp for the scripting costs, then stores the new scroll into her case.
Looking to Ulmo and the rest of the party she adds "Well, I guess we should prepare some food for the trip and a mount to carry it. When do you want to leave? I want to leave Trunau as soon as possible, the road keeps my thoughts at bay..."
Looking again at the Geode, Umlo responds to Leira, "The trail be narrow and likely treacherous. Horses may be too large. Perhaps a mule or two. They are more sure footed. After all we be venturing into the depths of the Mindspin Mountains. "
"I am anxious to find Steelhand's tomb, when are we going?" Ingrahild makes an inquiry to the party.
Kaos, I think we will need all of those items for a trip to the mountains.
"Aye, let's be gettin' supplies f'r campin' I'm thinkin' it's high past time t'be leavin'"
twill be nice to breath mountain air again
Haskyll goes to the church.
I was wondering if you might have some portable healing available.
"Also, if we are going into a tomb, we better make sure we have restoration and death ward scrolls to assist us" suggests Leira, asking then the dwarfs "I've never been to the high peaks. How is it there? Shall we prepare in any special way?"
The girl walks side by side with Kaos as they look for the mule "Thanks for helping Kaos." the girl looks at the people of Trunau strangely serious "Recently I feel an stranger at town. I feel like everyone is looking at me and pointing at my orcish tattoos. Why did you leave your born place Kaos?"
Unfortunately, Haskyll will not find any curative Wands. They were used to heal the many injuries from the Seige.
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"Also, if we are going into a tomb, we better make sure we have restoration and death ward scrolls to assist us" suggests Leira, asking then the dwarfs "I've never been to the high peaks. How is it there? Shall we prepare in any special way?"
The girl walks side by side with Kaos as they look for the mule "Thanks for helping Kaos." the girl looks at the people of Trunau strangely serious "Recently I feel an stranger at town. I feel like everyone is looking at me and pointing at my orcish tattoos. Why did you leave your born place Kaos?"
I sent out for adventure and to see the world. I ran in to our stout friends at the festival and that's where we were named Ruby's Champion's. So if you don't mind me asking. Can you tell me about you're tattoos?
"Adventure... and have you find what you were looking for Kaos?" says Leira listening attentively.
"Mom draw the first one on my arm to show me magic" she shows a tattoo on her right arm where a group of three spheres that seems to project strong energy rays extent all around the girl's arm with a light blue colour "That bit of arcane magic must have triggered something on me, for since then I have been experiencing extrange dreams were I was an orc, and all the times when I had awaken a new tattoo has appeared in my skin and I have been experiencing new magic through my veins" she looks down "Not strange people are looking at me now like I am no more myself..."
After a bit, Haskyll comes back to the bar looking a little unhappy.
Well, it seems the attack, has removed an easy way for us to heal. I guess I will look at something else.
He takes the mug, and quaffs it in one long swallow.
Another, while I think on this with the maker.
Looking at the others at the table.
Any idea on how long of a trip it will be to get there?
Ragnir will sit with Haskyll and drink along side him, C'n we be makin' healin' items of our own?
Taking another drink of some dwarven holy water.
Aye Ragnir, it seems the maker seems to be wanting us to do that.
But right now, I be thinking of what we can do or make.
Well, Ah can write sum more scrolls
Umlo replies to the party, "As best I can tell, it may be a week's hike to get to the Tomb. Some of the goings maybe along paths that hasn't been traveled in a hundred years."
In that case, i might need a couple of days more before we head out.
Haskyll takes another ale as his mind now wonders about. What all the party will need for a minimum of a month
AYE. Did I get my shield and spike enchanted?
Ulfgard can get his shield enchanted to a +1 for 1000gp.
Yes i can ulgard.
Sorry been tied up the last couple of days.
Washer dryer died. New ones.
Fiancees car died. New one of them.
Haskyll laughs at Kaos
I will laugh if it answered you.
He starts strapping stores to the mule along with Kaos
I hope things go without a hitch
Anga gets up and has a quick wash and breakfast. She joins the others, with her gear sorted, and helps them pack.
another day in the glorious life of an adventurer. Ah wonder if this will go like tge last expedition.
In response to haskyll's comment, she says dinae fret, haskyll. Of course there will be a hitch. But at least we'll be expecting it
As they leave the gates of trunau, she casts mage armour on herself.
Day Sixty
The party leaves for the Mindspin Mountains on a mild and sunny morning. Trunau comes out to see their heroes depart, many with tears in their eyes. Some with out right fear and lamenting, "The city is unprotected. We will all die." The few expressing those fears were quickly squelched by the crowd and members of the town guard.
Halgara was waiting at the main gate, "You will be missed. But we know that your quest is for the good of Trunau and everyone. Thank you again."
The first day was calm and pleasant. The party follows the Kestrel River due west out of the lowlands and into the mountains. By late afternoon the party finds a peaceful spot near the first significant waterfall of the Kestrel coming off the Mindspin. The party makes camp.
The night was peaceful and serene.
Day Sixty-One
Umlo consults the geode, "The trail to Steelhand's Tomb begins at Stag's Pike. It is a great peak that lies on the border between Belkzen and Varisia. Near the source of the Kestrel is a trail that will take us toward Stag's Pike."
The party ventures forth. This day too was uneventful. But as the party climbs higher and higher into the Mindspins, the air gets thinner and the temperatures colder. By late afternoon the air temperatures where getting close to freezing. The party camps near a large bubbling spring, known as the Kestrel spring. It is the primary source spring for the Kestrel River, though several other tributaries come to together downstream to make the river. You find a spot where many have camped before.
The party sets watches for the night. Both Ulfgard and Ingrahild note that bears were moving nearby, but left the party alone. Cold weather gear was needed in order to make a restful night's sleep.
Day Sixty-Two
Umlo finds the trail to Stag's Pike. The party begins the slow and arduous climb up one of the Mindspin's taller peaks. The air gets colder still, and the temperature drop below freezing. The trail leads the party into the clouds of the higher elevation. As the party nears the peak, they come across a wide cave mouth. It appears that the trail comes to an end at this point. The front of the party can make out a giant stone throne in the center of the opening. The throne is facing away from the cave's opening. The stench of death whiffs through your nostrils. Ulfgard will note bones of bears, mountain goats, and even giant eagles are scattered around the giant throne.
"Head´s up lads, someone seems to live here!"Grabbing his hammer and flicking his wrist to get the shield in place he looks for an ambush.
Anga pulls out a shield scroll, then waits
Haskyll keeps a grip on the mule with one hand while he pulls his spear out.
I am not liking the looks of this.
Ulfgard suddenly hears the sound of massive flapping wings. Visibility is about twenty feet.
Then at the edge of visibility, you discover what lives here. Flying down from above is a dragon. It speaks, "Thieves perhaps to plunder my home." With an exotic accent, the huge creature says in the common tongue.
Anga takes in a breath. A dragon!
Looking at the dragon Ulfgard gulps for a moment before getting serious. "What he said is right. We are no thieves. And no dragon slayers. But we know how to defend ourselves. But our beef is with giants, not dragons!"
"Rumors? What rumors?" The Dragon responds to Kaos.
Through the heavy fog, the dragon looks at Ulfgard, "Once there may have been Giants here. But that was long, long ago. This is now my lair. I have no doubt, that you can defend yourself, but you are intruding and your beast wets my appetite."
Anga is not familiar with this particular type of dragon.
Umlo calls out through the growing wind, "The trail to Steelhand's tomb begins here."
Aye, the route to a tomb starts here, and we cannot give up our beast of burden. Nor do we wish to fight you.
Haskyll grips the lead for the mule hard, while he swallows grimly.
I really hope it does not attack.