Can I use the Enlarge Person and Tongues spells from the scrolls? I would like to add them to my formula book.
"Hm. What I wouldn't give for a bag of holding." Erine scratches her head. "Goat's telling me he can make one of the dead grimlocks talk to me and and answer my questions. But I'll need a night's rest before we'll be ready to try it, and I don't fancy staying down here."
"If'n ye want, Ah c'n keep one from stinkin' s' ye c'n talk t' 'im t'morra. D'ye need the 'ole body? 'r 's th' 'ead 'nuff?"
You can cast this spell on a corpse that has been deceased for any amount of time, but the body must be mostly intact to be able to respond. A damaged corpse may be able to give partial answers or partially correct answers, but it must at least have a mouth in order to speak at all. This spell does not affect a corpse that has been turned into an undead creature.
A familiar shape appears in the door with the light shining behind him.....
"I guessed yall was done an ready fer some fresh air an sunshine, cept o' Edrukk tha is."
He looks back over his shoulder...
"Looks like tha guards err comin this way."
"We're jus' like ev'r'one else, m'am. Work'n 'ard'n try'n t' get ahead," Broccan dead pans.
Having finished sawing the head off, Erine tosses it to Canvy.
"Heads up!"
She grimaces just as the words leave her mouth.
"Wuz it me tha vouched fer you guys?"
shakes his head and looks down concealing a chuckle.....
Sanstree points at the hotel....
"We ken go back there, I paid another week on tha room."
I think it is time for us to Head on out of here!
Erine awakens bright and early and goes to the neighboring room to get Edrukk, Broccan and Minniwick.
She looks about as disheveled as usual, though she hasn't yet taken the time to scrub the grimlock's blood off her hands and it's getting her some odd glances. "Are you ready for the interrogation?"
"Ask'it why it came up 'ere, if it likes bein' unn'erground'in the pitch dark."
Erine goes back to her room, whether or not the others follow. The head is resting on the floor.
She gets down on her knees and begins humming. The tune is discordant and confusing, fading in and out sharply. It's something like a mosquito's buzz.
She starts to poke and prod the head, opening its eyes and shutting them, turning it to face her, drawing odd symbols on its cheeks in bright blood.
Ten minutes go by thusly, and the head begins to pick up a crimson glow.
At last, Erine stops humming. She speaks, utterly monotonous. "Why did you come to the surface?"
You may ask one question per two caster levels. The corpse's knowledge is limited to what it knew during life, including the languages it spoke. Answers are brief, cryptic, or repetitive, especially if the creature would have opposed you in life.
If the dead creature's alignment was different from yours, the corpse gets a Will save to resist the spell as if it were alive. If successful, the corpse can refuse to answer your questions or attempt to deceive you, using Bluff. The soul can only speak about what it knew in life. It cannot answer any questions that pertain to events that occurred after its death.
"What is the name of the being you sought to trade with? What were you trading? What were your reasons for attacking the performers?"
Erine turns to the others, scowling. She mouths, those who hear, and shrugs.
She turns back. "What were you trading for?"
Edrukk watches the process impassively. His deity had little use for the already-dead foes and Edrukk found that attitude to his liking, as well.
"Where do you find Those That Hear?"
Erine blinks.
Erine directs a small smirk at the others, then turns back. "How many grimlocks are there in your organization? Who commands you?"
"Wait! A cabal of sorcerers called those who hear worship or follow a being known as the speaker in dreams. Aullustan believes they are dangerous, but has not been able to locate them, nor identify the speaker in dreams."
Muttering, [b]"Hunh. Sounds like ye got some'in, lass."[/b
Erine doesn't immediately respond to Sanstree, perhaps worried that something she says will be interpreted as a question. "How many of Those Who Hear are usually at the 'wrinkle in reality'? Are the wererats allies of Those Who Hear? How did you get the scrolls?"
"Are there any golems or undead at the 'wrinkle in reality'?"
As the last answer is about to be given, Erine turns away. "That's good, Sanstree. I think I know what the 'wrinkle in reality' is. There's a store not far off called the Reality Wrinkle that sells obscure books. We should pay them a visit."
The lady outside my shop the other day, she was muttering about dreams and the Speaker. Have any of you been having odd dreams? Link
"Aye, so she was. Wha' 'appened t' 'er, Ah wonder? We left 'er wit' Rufus, aye?"
"Sounds like this speaker is taking over a cabal o wizards, sorcerers, err witches. That's a lot o power."
"So we 'unt this Speaker down'n kill 'em, right?"
"Heh, 'at be why Ah love, lad, love ye like a brother. Straight t' th' point, ye 'r."
"I've no brain fer fancy talk'n plannin, never 'ave. I'm good at work'n 'ard 'n not dyin'. I am gett'n bet'r at kill'n, so there's that," Broccan ends with a chuckle, as he pats the dwarf firmly on the shoulder.
"Ah think we should be lookin' t' buy some books. Soon 's th' smart ones make a plan."
Erine scowls as she realizes too late the redundancy of her last planned question. "Ugh. Well, buying some books might not be a bad idea. Or, at least, having Minniwick scout the place out. He could say he wants a book about potions, or something."
Erine picks up the head, biting her lip. "What am I supposed to do with this, anyways?" she mutters. "Throw it out the window?"
The Reality Wrinkle...I could have sworn I have heard that name before. I have no issues paying the place a visit. Erine, do you have any magic that will let us speak to each other over a distance?