The note goes into great detail about the attack on Sandpoint. This goes on for several pages. Finally towards the end the writing begins on how to best execute the gypsy and her son so that their divinations cannot stop the plan. Part of it details a ritual that will keep their souls from passing on but rather to keep them held prisoner to be consumed later by the Queen of Beasts.
"This...this....it is an abomination! We must find the creature who penned these papers and ensure they cannot carry out their evil plan!:, the dwarf says in anger and shock.
He listens quietly even as the others ignore his words and seeks out the paper's orgin though its contents most likely is due to send his companions into a frenzy.
Lokien all you can make out is what is written.
Ho hum
Jarkralzak stuffs the papers into his backpack, muttering all the time, or maybe praying, it is hard to tell.
"Lets move on if we are going to stop this evil from harming the people of Sandpoint!"
I need to double check the map when I get home. Was Garridan able to read the notes that you guys found?
Before Jark pockets the papers, Amren will take them and read over them.
What do they say? Is there anything in there about the gem? Or who is even running this place?
When he finally reads over them, his face turns white and he starts to stutter.
This... Garridan, look... They... They...
He just holds them out for the sorcerer to see.
Garridan silently reads of the papers... His jaw muscles stand out against his face as he clenches his jaw in anger and he begins to tremble with rage. He continues to read silently and lets out a deep sigh before handing the papers back to Amren. He closes his eyes and whispers a prayer to Desna, beseeching her help in saving his mother's soul.
When he opens his eyes he looks calmer than he has since the death of his mother. "Let us keep moving. I am going to rain destruction down upon these people and everyone they love. At least I know my mother's death was not meaningless."
I am sure that the Savored Sting will bless your endeavors, Garridan Teskarova.
D15
A large wooden worktable sits in the middle of this room, its surface cluttered with scrolls, books, stone tablets covered with dense, spiky runes and fragments of carvings that appear to have been chipped off of statures or bas-reliefs. To the north, a floor to ceiling set of woodern shelves sags with picks, shovels, brushes, lanterns and other equipment one might expect to see at an archeological site.
A female voice calls out, Bruthazmus, Orik, is that you? . It comes from behind an the table.
Amren sidles over to a place where he can stay hidden from the person who spoke, and readies an attack. He motions to the rest of the group to stay silent and fan out.
Garridan hugs the wall and prepares to rain eldritch destruction upon the owner of the voice should they turn out to be involved...
Jarkralzak readies his weapon as the others arrange themselves. He stands in the open, hoping to draw whoever's attention away from his comrades.
A dwarf? What are you doing down here? Come to help dig? she says in an annoyed tone.
Lokien places his hands over his weapon letting the blessings of his god flow into it igniting it with a slow glow of green and white.
Stepping forward next to his fellow dwarf.
"We have come to dig yes, didn't we brother Jarkralzak?" in a conversational tone.
"Indeed we have brother Lokien! Please come forward and show us where you want us to dig."
Jarkralzak tenses, ready to spring.
[b] If you came to dig why are you armed and set to strike? [b] she asks with a glare?
"Why to dig out Evil of course?" comes Lokien's retort....
Evil, what evil?
"Brother?" asks Lokien knowing full well his fellow dwarf's ability to detect evil in others.
Jarkralzak concentrates on the area where the voice is coming from, attempting to detect any evil from the speaker.
There are hints of evil but right now no more or less that you have detected in the entire place.
Jarkralzak looks a little puzzled and leans over to Lokien and whispers to the other dwarf in their native tongue.
"I do not get a feeling of true evil off this one. Maybe she can block my detection, or maybe she is not evil. Let us tread carefully."
He calls out to the voice.
"Would you please come out. We shall not harm you if you are not evil nor a threat to us. We would like to know what you are doing here in this lair of goblins."
A small white cat emerges, running ahead of a Mwangi woman. She walks out and is taken a little aback, I didnt realize that there were so many people so eager to help.
is what I said.
And what exactly are you digging for? asks the elf.
Lokien looks at her and attempts to determine what she could be doing here. Observing her dress and possible weapons, he also does not take his eyes off the cat. He was expecting goblins but this?
"She's not a goblin but there's something off about her...." he whispers back to his fellow dwarf in their native tongue.
And what would that be? she replies in perfect dwarven?
Amren waits in the shadows, hidden, so that if she makes an untoward move he can stick two daggers in her back.
The lady takes a look at her cat and begins to purr and meow. The kitty runs past the group.
"I see you speak my native tongue. What brings you here and your pet?" Lokien asks.
Why, the same thing that brings you all here. Fame. Fortune. Notierity. she says looking a little nervous.
The half elf stayed silent and did his best to feign disinterest in the proceedings though he slowly moved torwards the path they had just came from, cutting off escape from that route.
She is telling the truth as to why she is there.
"How long have you being here for and are you all alone?" pressing forward with his questions, Lokien seeks to understand this latest living being encountered.
The help shouldn't be asking so many questions. They are here to help. she angrily says and turns and walks back the way she came.
"THE help?" Lokien raises at eyebrow at yet another seemly arrogant female.
After she passes into the next room you here chanting.
Stsr oerw indrie dontor
spellcraft check
I cannot discern the spell that was cast.
"As I have said before, she is not evil....but there is still a lot of ground between that and being actually helpful to us!", the drawf says as he follows the strange person.
I never said she wasn't evil or good just that there was no more or less evil from the rest of the area from your initial detect.
Lokein grumbles to himself as he follows his fellow dwarf.
Garridan remains behind with Amren, not quite sure what exactly is going on with the strange woman. He also attempts to identify the spell she just cast...
As the dwarves follow, so does Amren, staying in the shadows, and in range of his daggers.
Garridan does not recognize the spell that was cast.
HO HUM...