If it is knowledge you seek, I would suggest The City of the Lake. It is known for colleges, libraries and legendary magicks. It would be the best place to start.
We are not seeking libraries or such, however, the cause of this issue
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"I have no preference. They are all new places to me".
The very person responsible may have gone there, studied there how to bring this magic about. I can understand you do not value such places, or books. But if you seek to know and understand this... thing. We go there. My teacher studied there, as well as other powerful mages.
Firbell shrugs, "It seems neither is a bad choice as we are in the dark either way. I sure would like to see the ocean." He gives a little nod toward Belvica, throwing in his lot with his friend.
If we don't think smart and stop them, I think they will bring the ocean to us... and this Kel will be at the bottom. Morg looks grave.
The king looks to Morg, "Hmm perhaps you are right. Does anyone disagree to make for the City of the Lake?"
I disagree, big Karol, its a heavy assumption that thinks that goings to the City of the Lakers is our bestest bet. Mese thinks we shoulds either go to the furthest firsts and makes our ways backee or to the closest first and vice versa. Ranger up, son. Elsewise, methinks you just fond of obstinancies. Me finds your outs of blues prokingness odds...
Morg looks to Belvica, understanding every other third word.
You choose the course, your... Lordship. On purpose or by accident, you seem to have assembled a cabinet. I would advise you trust each to their strength.
Firbell just chuckles at the exchange, not feeling overly concerned. He waits for the kings decision.
The king looks to you, "Well the City of the Lake is the closest. Head there first, plus you might find information that could assist." He looks first to the man at the head of the table then back to you. "I need to stay here and lay out more plans, but I'm sure the guards will offer you anything you need, then I would suggest you head out as soon as possible."
The other man nods and a guard comes over and ushers you out of the room.
So your excellency is not coming with?
How can we communicate any progress to you, here?
The King turns to Belvica, "Unfortunately not, I think my knowledge is of better use here. You can report back to me via messenger or return here. He sighs, "You'd best hurry and get your gear, we need to find this out as soon as possible. It's a good journey to Kel Hayl."
Fairs enough
When you've gathered your materials you make your way back down to the bottom of the wall where you exited after the orc attack. Just outside the door several horses have been brought up all ready for you to begin your journey.
Morg looks back at the fortress. Guessing one night doesn't make a home. He turns to the others.
Guess they're counting on us. Hells...
With her share of the cash she buys 2 cure light wounds potions and 20 arrows.
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For the game along the way, best route and to make sure we have the right equipment.
Every evening after dinner Sturgiss spends some time going over the new found weapons with his whetstone, and oiled rags bringing them back to good usage. He also spends time with the armor trying to figure out more about it.
Craft: Weapons
As they march he asks the others about the gods of this land, or any others they might have traveled and tries to consolidate that information with what he learned from his kingdoms archives.
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As they travel several come down with a bout of raging diarrhea. Sturgiss uses his knowledge of herbs, and folk remedies, and gathers some healing berries from the nearby thickets, and treats everyone in kind.
Heal
Perception
Looking for raw materials for lenses
Scribing allowed during normal adventuring 2 hours/day
Thoradin Speaks about Torag's teachings while the group travels, but only to those who are interested, he does not presume to Preach to the whole group
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After three days of hard travel you arrive on the shores of Lake Hayl. The water is tinted red in the waning sunlight of the day. You see various small insects skim across the mostly placid surface of the lake. The city you can see is right out in the middle sitting on a large chuck of natural stone jutting up. The buildings aren't more than blobs in the fading light, but you can see the lights beginning to blink on in various structures.
On the bank of the lake is a moderately sized wooden structure and a small dock with a boat tied up. You are able to tie off your horses and as you are doing so a small woman steps out of the building. She is delicate and beautiful. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a pony tail and she is wearing a simple dress of a blue color. As she sees you dismounting she waves and smiles broadly to you, "Hello travelers! Welcome to the Lake. Are you wishing for passage across to the city?"
After dismounting her horse and petting Tysa, Belvica walks over to the woman and says, Hallo womans, we needs to be saving the city.... maychance could youse help?
"Indeed...though I'm not much inclined to boats". "Is there not a sturdy, Dwarven-made bridge nearby"?
The young woman looks to Belvica, "Saving the city... my that sounds most impressive." She smiles good naturedly at the idea. "You caught us at just the right moment. We are preparing the last crossing of the day."
You see her walk over and begin to work on the boat that is moored on the small dock. As she works she hears Sturgiss' question and responds, "Unfortunately not master dwarf. The denizens of the city prefer their isolation, I suppose it works in the singular pursuit of knowledge."
After a few minutes of work, she has prepared the boat and ushers you into it.
Belvica finds it a might boring, considering the boat dangers found on the expanse.
" lets with on with it then, the faster we get into the city, the better."
We will be vulnerable.
Hour...Hour! Surely this voyage took the better part of a day.
Uncomfortable with the idea of the ground being far below him, and beneath several feet of water, Sturgiss spends the entire journey clinging white knuckled to the mast, and praying for deliverance. In fact upon landing he might need to have help removing his cramped hands from the mast.