Isis covertly peers inside the room. Perception Stealth
(Depending on the above outcome) Isis falls back to Sharlavaka's position and whispers "We can't let that door close after we've entered. Who wants to stay behind to hold it open and who's going in?" (I may change this action depending.)
Sharlavaka moved to the door to keep it open. With his cannon he could fight from the door, and he was the bulkiest and strongest - and if it tried springing shut the most likely to block it.
testing
I need a Strength check from Sharlavaka, with a +2 circumstance bonus from Isis' pitiful attempt to disable the trap, which damaged one of the hinges.
Rando, we never determined what was in the room when Isis "peered covertly". Don't forget Darkvision and Low Light.
Rando, we never determined what was in the room when Isis "peered covertly". Don't forget Darkvision and Low Light.
Several dark recesses in the wall, into which you can't see very far. You can inspect them when you get closer, if you wish to enter the room while Sharalvaka holds the door.
Isis chooses to take the risk and enters and carefully inspects the recesses while her reptilian comrade helps. She will use cover is applicable and restrict her moves to 20' each.
Stealth , Perception
Isis moves completely silently into the small room, but there is no one to hear her. Cautiously, she approaches the recessed areas in the wall. Finding no traps, she sees the following:
1. A glass orb about the size of a large softball.
2. A rusty iron rod
3. An elven-made tiara
4. A broken glass vial
All the other recesses are empty.
Sharlavaka looked at the items with dull interest. "More magic?"
Esh takes the vesk's comment as a suggestion to test out that very theory. Directing magic into his eyes, he searches for arcane auras.
Isis collects the un-trapped items and brings them to Eshenvral. "Esh, what do you make of these?"
Esh recognizes the tiara as a Tiara of Translocation. The iron rod emits a powerful transmutation aura. The ball is fairly obviously some form of crystal ball, emitting divination magic.
Sharlavaka looked around, keeping an eye out for attack.
What about the shattered vial?
What about the shattered vial?
Esh senses no residual energy therein. It probably broke thousands of years ago.
"Guys! I hope you found some cool stuff in there, because we've got a problem," the engineer's voice echoes over the comm.
"There's a big meteor or landmass or somethin' headin' our way. Vera projects it's trajectory comin' right through our current position. We need to get out of here!"
Sharlavaka clicked. "Time to impact?" he asked, mentally judging the distance while he kept the door steady.
The technomage scows underneath his mask, scooping up the items and placing them within his pack as gently as elvenly possible. "Something important. But we'll discuss it and it's proper fate later. Damn our luck, unscathed for thousands of years yet only now is a mass about to make contact. Far too much is about to be lost!"
Damn our luck, unscathed for thousands of years yet only now is a mass about to make contact. Far too much is about to be lost!"[/b]
Irina looked at the elf as she packed up her equipment and prepared to flee. "Triune giveth, and Triune taketh away."
"Time to impact?"
"Ten minutes, 20 seconds."
Isis spoke over her comm. "Vera, can't you shoot it just enough to deflect its course?!" She managed to sprint at the same time.
Isis spoke over her comm. "Vera, can't you shoot it just enough to deflect its course?!" She managed to sprint at the same time.
"Negatory on that Isis. It's a 36 mile chunk of rock. Nothing we have will touch it."
"A trap?" Sharlavaka asked, checking the room visually before exiting. If they had somehow tripped magic that would summon a massive lump of space rock, then this would be the place to do so.
"Ridiculous. The Dwarves were far too proud of themselves to lay in place a trap that would utterly destroy one of their fortresses. No, this is likely simply another joyous byproduct of being in the Drift."
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The crew rushes back to the Revenge as quickly as they're able, given the terrain. With some sadness, you exit the ancient fortress, saying goodbye to who knows what treasures. But you did manage to rescue several powerful items to to help the Gardathir against the impending Azlanti hostilities.
Running onto the bridge with 2 minutes to spare, you find the engines ready. Blasting away, you watch in the rearview mirror as the fortress is destroyed.
The Vesk watched the asteroid hit with detachment. The things inside had not been his to mourn, after all. Losing them meant nothing to him. "Should check the site when the dust clears. Anything that survives the ages might survive this. Unlikely, but worth looking." Anything that did survive would be worth taking, though.
"As long as we don't take too long," Otis replies. "Morgrym's gonna want to see this stuff."
"Should check the site when the dust clears. Anything that survives the ages might survive this. Unlikely, but worth looking." Anything that did survive would be worth taking, though.
Upon arriving back in the Firehelm star system, you're once again greeted by a pitiful array of defense forces from Zothune.
However, as you approach your home planet, the small, tide-locked system in the sun's tiny habitable zone, Esh distinguishes two large platforms in space which were very much NOT there when you left.
Durring the time since they've left the fortress, Esh has been spending a better part of his time devoted to identifying and cataloging the arcane items they obtained. The rest however, has been devoted to the intense study of the biological samples he took of the Gelatinous Cube. Mapping out it's genome, attempting to coax life back into it using various techniques and methods, and keeping at least half the sample in cold storage to be possibly auctioned off to an interested corporate buyer later.
Now that they were back in real space however, it seemed that something new happening.
"Captain," He spoke up. "There are two large and unidentified platforms above the planet."
"Wait, what? Can you contact star control?"
Esh scans the platforms: they are about 5000' in width (size gargantuan), having about 240 HP. They're bristling with weapons, though those weapons are a little archaic. Among the most effective is a rail gun (8d4 damage).
They are currently unmanned, though there are small numbers of Dwarven lifesigns aboard.
"It appears almost as if they were abandoned before we even arrived, yet I detect no signs of damage. The dwarves currently seem to be investigating..." The elf trails off, before stepping away from his screen and looking at the Android with a legitimately shocked expression.
"This was due that wish you composed within the fortress. ...It appears the Old Magic still exists after all. All the more reason to lamment that fortress's loss."
Sharlavaka clicked. "Still part manned. Taken from somewhere else? Somewhen else?"
As the ship is given clearance to approach by Zothune Ground Control (deep under Gardathir's management), you pull into the dim pink sky of a planet orbiting a red sun. This is home to you, but thanks to the unpredictable weather patterns of a tide-locked planet, the landscape near your home city is always in flux. Currently, you find the outskirts flooded, the city now on the shore of a rushing river as heat from FIrehelm melts a large glacier outside town.
Once docked, you meet with a Newsie, a young dwarven boy (or girl, hard to tell, really) who hands you a datachip with the latest news report. Inserting the chip into your reader, it gives you the location of Morgrym's current safehouse, a few blocks from the "shore."
The elf trails off, before stepping away from his screen and looking at the Android with a legitimately shocked expression.
"This was due that wish you composed within the fortress. ...It appears the Old Magic still exists after all. All the more reason to lamment that fortress's loss."
"Yes, I wished for three defense platforms. But where's the defense shield over the capital? Did I waste a wish on impossible technology?"she wondered aloud.
"Inactive?" Sharlavaka suggested in his usual, eloquent way. He looked at the meltwater. "Why is it melting the glacier?"
"Maybe they haven't figured out how to turn it on yet?" Irina says as we walk to the meetup location.
[b]"Yes, I wished for three defense platforms.
"Maybe they haven't figured out how to turn it on yet?" Irina says as we walk to the meetup location.
Isis showed a little emotion. "I hope that's all." Without attempting sarcasm she added "I didn't wish for instruction manuals."
"Then it shall fall on us to teach these imbeciles how their new toys work. Speaking of which, there is the mater of what we actually intend to donate to their 'cause'. A few of these pieces would highly benefit us personally, while I know several collectors who would pay handsomely for the others. The deck of cards themselves... That alone could possibly afford us our own private moon." Esh says, speaking through a telepathically linked spell rather then words. He didn't wish some common prole go overhear him talking about such powerful artifacts.
Sharlavaka tilted his head at the idea. He wasn't sure what he'd do with a moon, but he was intrigued to find out. "What granted these wishes? Many old tales of wishes being turned." He glanced at the water again.
"I've never known any good to come from a magical wish. In fact, in the Milky Way Galaxy, the magic is one of the most forbidden magics."
The new safehouse is an old garage, it's front entrance somewhat flooded from the new "river" that flows past from the melting glacier. Sloshing into the door, you find Morgrym deep into a mug of ale, sitting at an overly messy desk, a 50 year old computer terminal taking up the bulk.
"Ah, back too soon, sadly. Were you able to actually find the fortress of Sidorlug?"