Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Bo will start searching the bodies and the area while the others recover.. Detect magic.
Take 10 for a 34
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
"Ok I guess we gotta go back and try another way.."
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Ninja investigation?
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
Yes, sorry,
Bander wanders over after getting over the spell.
1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43 percep
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Don't forget Yap Channled for 28 heals..
Bo reloads and follows, Yap does the same.
drbuzzard |
You open the door and head in (just to prod along)
Bookcases full of tomes and scrolls line this cozy chamber’s walls and a reading table with several matching chairs sits atop a thick rug in its center. A peacock made of gold sits upon the table, holding a single stick of incense cleverly positioned in its tail feathers. A heavy wooden door exits the room through the wall to the northwest. A figure lies slumped in the chair in the far corner—the body of a man wearing rich robes and a cloak made of peacock feathers. An elegant mirror is clutched in his hand, and a book and quill sit on the table before him.
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
Bander takes a patrol of the room seeing if anything sparks his spider sense
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Bo casts detect magic and examines the room, especially the body..
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
Upon learning what the cloak does Bander starts bouncing up and down
MEMEMEMEMEMEME!!
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
I don't have one!
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Yap takes a look at the robe..
Spell Craft: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
"A bunch of wizard items it seems." Is the headband +2, +4, or +6?
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
It wasn't a do over.. Bo looked at em and then Yap did..
"A powerful headband here is someone wants to use it.."
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Yap provides info..
Bo gasps!! "Do not put that robe on!! It's very evil and should probably be destroyed.."
"Wonder what's up with this obviously powerful dead wizard all hold up in this hidden backroom.."
What were we coming here for again?
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
"Lets search about these books and see what we can come up with!"
Starts looking through and reading books.. Yap does the same..
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
"Pours over old notes and remembers"
He also reminds the group of the Revelation Quill.. "Lots of peacocks around here.. Bet the quill can provide so good info.."
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
I'll wear the headband if no one else wants to. It will bump my AC
drbuzzard |
One of the books is a journal, apparently from the dead wizard. It is in Thasellonian
recent and relevant passages follow
The runeforge pool awoke! I first took this as a sign that Runelord Xanderghul had risen. When I arrived at the pool to investigate, it seemed that the others
had come to the same conclusion. The foolish Wardens of Envy thought to disrupt
the recrudescence, and with the aid of Azaven, Ordikan, Athroxis, and that lovely creature Delvahine, we were able to defeat them utterly. Their Abjurant Halls lie in ruins. Our treaty was short-lived, though. Azaven absconded with the bodies and that treacherous wench Athroxis nearly burned me to death before I made it back here.
I was mistaken. Runelord Xanderghul still slumbers. It is that monster Karzoug who quickens and nears rebirth. Damnation! He must not be allowed to precede Xanderghul into the world, for he would rebuild Thassilon in his own inferior image,
a testament to his own greed rather than one of pride in the work. He must be delayed or defeated!
I have managed to escape this place, to a certain extent. By astral projection I can explore what the world outside has become. It is a brutish place, yet it pleases me to see Thassilon’s mark endures in the shape of our monuments. Still, the wilderness of the world vexes me. Gone is the empire I knew. Karzoug’s city of Xin-Shalast is now hidden high in the mountains, and when I finally discovered it, I found the spires where his body is hidden to be inaccessible, warded against astral travelers by the occlusion field around the peak of Mhar-Massif. As long as his runewell is active, I fear even a physical approach would be impossibly deadly. I must determine a way to pierce these wardings, and to send an agent in my place. No need to risk my own life before my clone is ready.
I have taken steps toward an alliance with Delvahine. She may be able to escape this place, for she was not of the original blood. At the least, she can call upon agents from outside, and perhaps through them we can secure servants
in the outer world. She seems uninterested in Sorshen’s return; all the better for Xanderghul, that.
The runeforge pool is the key. As I suspected, the occlusion field around Karzoug’s fortress in Xin-Shalast has a flaw. His lack of knowledge of the intricacies of Sorshen’s and my own lord Xanderghul’s powers have left an opening. My agents must use components infused with our lords’ virtues, extract the latent magic within these components, and then anoint their chosen weapons with this raw power. The runeforged pool seems to have enough reserves to enhance no more than half a dozen or so runeforged weapons, but those enhanced with enchantment and illusion magic will be most potent against Karzoug’s defenses. They may even be pivotal in his defeat. For my own part, fragments of any of the mirrors in the Peacock’s Hall should suffice for a component. Delvahine’s... equipment... should suffice for enchantment, although one might be wise to cleanse them before they are handled.
The search for an agent goes poorly. Delvahine seems more interested in her own lusts than aiding me. Worse, the lapses and fevers are increasing. I fear that I will be forced to see to Karzoug myself, in which event I will need to use the master circle I built into the Halls of Wrath to escape this place. Yet first, I must set aside my work on delaying Karzoug’s return and turn back to the final development of my 205th clone. I only hope I have time to finish before the dementia takes hold...
The rest would require some knowledge arcana to decipher
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Know Arcana: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36
drbuzzard |
There seems to be some sort of special Clone spell here which allows you to make younger clones than your current age, and thus extend your lifespan through serial cloning. There is a downside as the clones eventually develop dementia, so you need to get on the cloning in a reasonable time frame.
This takes a while if you want to figure all that out (hours).
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Seems like info he's not really into.. Pass of on the hours for learning all that..
"So shall we ask the Peacock Spirit some questions? I'll start.."
1-Where is the Runeforge located?
2-Should we use it to enhance our weapons?
3-Where is this Delvahine located?
4-Is she a spellcaster?
5-Does she specialize in enchantment spells?
6-What is the Master Circle?
7-Where are the Halls of Wrath?
3 more questions can be asked.
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
Bander pops on the headband
Obidiah Gerheart |
How about:
8- Is Karzoug awake?
9- Where is Xin-Shalast?
10 - What is Xanderghul's virtue?
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
Bo gives the quill a fresh piece of paper so that it may disseminate info..
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
"Ok well I guess we ned to look around some more.."
Back out and down another path I suppose.
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
Bander spider senses it, then takes 10 on stealth and sneaks on through, assuming no traps
drbuzzard |
No traps.
You pass a couple of doors.
Once a fine library, the books held in this large chamber—along with the bookshelves that once held them—have been destroyed by fire and force. The devastation seems complete—although it’s possible something may survive somewhere under all of the ruin. To the north, a sizable alcove extends from the room into what may have once been a large reading area, but this too has been ruined.
Robert "Bo" Hardin |
"Well someone had an issue here. Possibly a dyslexic hate for books?"
Januarius ibn Fahlad |
Jan will poke around in the ashes and ruined books for anything worthwhile, keeping an eye out for traps in the room.
Perception: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38
"Bandersnatch" McTwilliger |
cha-china!
Bander, meanwhile plops down amidst the books and waits for folks to be ready to move on.