Tramtris Arvanxi
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With a slight frown and a sigh he took a deep breath.
"How many Symbols will there be from the first symbol to the last one before the cache? The real ones, not the red herrings i mean.
Also, were there any traps or guardians left at the cache."
He asked pratically wrenching his hands together.
Tramtris Arvanxi
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"That wasnt my question. DID anyone put traps on the things that you know of or do you suspect there were traps put there by one of your compatriots."
He was beginning to hate to talk with spirits, it was like talking to a cleric of asmosdeus... or a lawyer.. or a clerical lawyer of asmodeus. He asked trying to keep his voice from well getting testier.
"Do the true symbols all look the same, if no what are the differences?"
| Exxor |
Not a question to the ghost of Coriana, it was a comment to Tram. I don't know if Tram wants to ask that or some of tho other questions we have; but Tram is speaking to Coriana. Exxor trusts him to ask what is needed. Thank you for asking!
Tramtris Arvanxi
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He was trying really had to think of pertinant questions... for once he wished Miss Tarvi was there to insult him or something and angrily clear his mind.
| MiniGM |
She mentions a few locations of where some traps were that she knew of, but she acknowledges Exxor's statement. She tries to suggest where she thinks traps might be set.
as a metagame statement this will avoid a couple traps completely and will give you +5 looking for other traps in the lodge
| Exxor |
We only have one question left - lets make it count.
Exxor shakes his head side to side and shrugs.
Talking to spirits from beyond the grave, I hope our questions and deeds are worth disturbing their rest. We will have much to do soon.
| MiniGM |
Tarvi, who has been hovering in the background frowning deeply at Tram, and avoiding his eye when he looks back, though giving Barksalot some jerky on occasion, speaks up
You have told us how to find our way to the cache, is there anything we need to know to open it?
Coriana smiles. Now that is a well phrased question. Many answers as part of one. To find the final door you will need both a way finder and know the poem hidden within Cugney's Wedding, would that I could remember it. As my friends Inerki and Donatalus had a falling out and Inerik left with half of the relic found in the Mwangi. I saw it once, it was a black and gold relic with both a bat head and bird head. Where Inerik went I know not, and I suspect Donatalus was sealed in the lodge itself.
With that she smiles and fades away. Tarvi smirks and she and Barksalot head off to treat themselves to some ice cream
| Hippa |
Well, there goes my plans for a stuffed Shadowgarm in the foyer."
with a wave of her hand, Hippa dismisses the loss enjoys watching Sir Barksalot tear into it.
Hippa's relief for Tarvi's interjecting is obvious. A cloud of stress dispersed from her aura that became clear only after question asked and answered provided.
| Hippa |
"That we can do, also run it by our silent partner, the Sage. Perhaps we'll get two confusing ambiguous interpretations to suss out."
| Hippa |
"But before we do go asking around, please let me have a gander at it. Perhaps it is convoluted, perhaps straight forward. Perhaps the meaning was lost in translation from having been transcribed from completely different language source. Who knows? I could use a distraction."
Grabbing a sheaf of papers, her favorite quill and tapping her latest keg of butterbeer ("MMmmmmmm"), she sits her butt down in the common room of the safe house and starts to whimsically transcribe the poem into Halfling, Gnomish through her latest acquisition of Abyssal. All in all, there happens to eleven (twelve?) versions of the poem scattered upon the table top when she is finished. "I need fresh ink..." If interrupted, she gladly expounds upon the various meanings and word choices she decided on just for the title. Waxing quite eloquently, she is oblivious of any attempts for you to disengage from the conversation...
Interpet poem Linguistics 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Edit: I really hate my dice roller. It could've been 29 but Noooooo lets go for half that...
| MiniGM |
Well why didn't you say so! Be right back! He hustles off
1d20 ⇒ 14
He doesn't even get 20 feet before he stops.
Seriously?! You didn't notice that there is an extra syllable every twelfth line.
He runs off and comes back with some paper and before too long you have another poem. This poem describes how to activate the Wave Door at a certain cove. It all makes perfect sense if you are able to sort out the geography of it and the history of the old timey names for things...
| Hippa |
Hippa about had an apoplectic fit when that damn Slip offered another production Six-folds. She recovered enough to touch a buried token upon her person and her shadow appearing to gain substance, before she too understood it as a poorly thought out joke. She blinks a few times and consciously make an effort to shake off wisps of shadows.
Taking the actor's insight to regain her composure,
"Extra syllable? It is prose that was a cypher not the actual meaning? I am unversed in the arts, merely technically proficient. In 20 steps, you have revealed a weak spot in my education. Thank you."
| Exxor |
Exxor has visions of the beast's belly and red eggs. For a moment he considers bludgeoning his friend, but is relieved when Miro's jest is revealed.
Even more so when the truth of the poem is sorted out. Now to find those that know the old timey names...so off to the docks.
| Miro Took |
Exxor has visions of the beast's belly and red eggs. For a moment he considers bludgeoning his friend, but is relieved when Miro's jest is revealed.
Even more so when the truth of the poem is sorted out. Now to find those that know the old timey names...so off to the docks.
Jest?
History untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Geography untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Tramtris Arvanxi
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knowledge history: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
knowledge geography: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
He had been mostly quiet on the way to the actors, mostly not wanting to well get in trouble with miss Tarvi. She had the weirdest ability to show up when he was most liable to get into trouble.
"Let me see the poem please."
He asked Hippa before studying it. . .