GM:
Garran calls on Iomedae’s power of healing again. For the last time today…
Paldo looked puzzled as Linge suggested they move upstairs. "Up the tower yes, however I do not see a way up there..." Paldo looked toward the deceased sergeant and then toward the different coloured tile on the floor that the sargeant had been moving toward. Paldo moved closer to investigate anything that might be a specific spot for the small cylinder to be place in.
"Maybe these tiles are a clue," Linge suggests, joining Paldo in looking for some kind of keyhole to place the cylinder in.
Paldo steps back as he realizes he was distracted by the crystalline architecture and had already forgot about the searching the tile. He watched in wonder as Linge meticulously searched every nook and crack to find a place.
Who is holding the key from the sergeant?
Q5
the tiles have no hole or indent that looks made for a key.
as you near the tiles, a rime of frost spreads on the floor around your feet. ice slowly moves onto your feet. if you stand still it continues to climb up your leg
As the druidess inspects the tiles, she audibly gasps as frost suddenly creeps over the floor, onto her feet and up her legs! She drops the key as if it had burned her.
"Sorry," she apologizes sheepishly. "It didn't exactly hurt, just- surprised me."
when Linge drops the key the ice retreats and vanishes in seconds.
the cold was not as biting as might be expected and did no lasting damage.
Linge studies the magic as it happened and thinks about what it might mean. the key triggered the ice to form, but it is not a spell she is familiar with. she can surmise the ice would continue to spread over her, but then what would happen? and why did the sergeant try to do this to themselves?
"I have no idea what this is supposed to do," she admits. "I can- try to hold on to it for a little longer, if... If you think it'd be useful."
"While Erastil has blessed me with some of his divinity, I'm by no means even close to an expert in magic and its workings. How about I try this, and those of you with more knowledge observe." He looks around for agreement before adding. "I'm fairly hardy... if this is dangerous, I've got a pretty good chance."
”Maybe we should rest after all… We can use the recovery, and if someone does come down here, we can see how it’s done.” Garran shrugs. ”Maybe.”
"So we walk back to the soldiers's room and barricade ourselves in it?" Linge sighs. "I really don't like the thought of something ambushing us, but... We have little spells left already."
Eladorn holds the offered key and steps near the blue square on the floor. "I'm not sure that I like the idea of camping out here. They have to already know we're here, right? We'd almost certainly just be barricading ourselves in to save our own lives."
Eladorn takes a turn with the key. as he steps on the tile, ice forms on his feet then spreads up his legs. if he stands still it continues to climb up his body.
ice continues up over your head. as soon as you are completely encased in ice, it melts very quickly. you are no longer standing in the same place you were a moment ago. you now stand in a dining room with a long curved table. behind you are windows looking out onto the snowy landscape.
in front of the long table are two shallow steps leading to a raised platform where some performers are practicing. two sprites dance and tumble in the air, while a third person plays a harp. the musician is a very familiar looking Forlarren woman, who turns in surprise when you appear
well hello there. where is the rest of your merry little band? Mierul asks with a smile.
ice encases Eladorn, obscuring him from view. then the ice melts quite quickly, but Eladorn is no longer there!
”Eladorn!” Garran watches in dismay as the archer melts away.
you are indeed on a matching tile in this new place.
Mierul looks you over
you expect me to believe that you broke in here, beat up all the guards and stole their key all by yourself?
I don't know what your plan is, but you are in way over your head. I don't enjoy fighting, but if you're here to threaten my employer, I will be forced to send you away. alive or dead is kind of up to you
"I think he got transported somewhere. We should follow him!" Linge whistles for Horn to heel, and bends down in hope that Eladorn dropped the key as he disappeared.
Linge steps on the tile but nothign happens. she looks around for the key and finds nothing.
a few moments later a block of ice starts forming again, but not around Linge. she is forced to step back or be lifted up by the rising column of ice.
a few seconds later the ice melts again and Eladorn is standing there, key in hand
Eladorn steps off the tile. "Well, it's some kind of transport; I teleported to another room in this tower... at least that's where I think it was. You remember that fey bard that stopped by our fire? She was there; she recognized me, and she's got a good idea what's up." He shakes his head unhappily. "I didn't stick around to chat, but I'd expect a welcoming party; she--at least--knows we're here."
”Well, we’re stuck with it then. Let’s see if we can get it to carry all of us at once. Hold hands or something.”
Paldo watched as shock as Eladorn disappeared before their eyes but was relieved to see him materialize moments later.
"Was it just the Bard you saw Eladorn? Or was there others?"
Paldo looked at Garran "Agreed, we should all try to travel at once." he said extending his hand.
Linge takes Paldo's hand, looks down at Horn with embarrassment, crouches down a little and attempts to get him to lift his paw.
It takes a while, and he mostly looks confused by the whole thing, but finally the young woman manages to get his left front paw in her right hand.
"There were a couple of sprites, too. They looked like they were practicing for a performance; the sprites were doing acrobatics in the air while that forlarren was playing a harp."
Garran sheaths his sword and settles his shield on his back. Then he grabs a big handful of Horn’s fur, and loose skin around the bear’s neck. But not being too rough.
the group holds hands and Eladorn slowly gets back on the tile. even those that can't quite squeeze on to the tiles find ice crawling up their bodies as the magic takes hold.
In moments they are all covered in ice!
second later the ice melts, and you are in another place. you now stand in a dining room with a long curved table. behind you are windows looking out onto the snowy landscape.
in front of the long table are two shallow steps leading to a raised platform where Mierul stands. she does not seem surprised that you all came together this time.
"All by yourself, eh? I suppose this means you aren't going to just leave quietly?
"If you're working with the Jadwiga... Probably not," Linge squeezes her way to Eladorn, murmuring a spell. She touches his shoulder, conveying some of her remaining magical powers to him.
well then, let's see what you're made of
Mierul and the sprites prepare for a fight
the two tiny fey both go invisible!
Mierul takes up a defensive position, backing up slightly on the stage and holds her hand out. a flaming sword appears in her palm and she gives it a few twirls.
the party may act
Eladorn tries to catch them before they can act, firing off two arrows at the sprites. He nudges Shael with an elbow and a not towards the forlarren.
Garran scrambles up onto the table, then readies his shield.
Eladorn quickly fires two arrows before anyone else moves, but both shots go wide of the tiny fey before they vanish
Waiting to see if the sprites reappear, Paldo ducks and takes cover behind the large table.
Linge takes a few steps to her left, and murmurs a spell. A bright, white light briefly flashes into Mierul's face.
Horn starts moving to the other end of the wooden table, but doesn't charge into melee yet. He seems wary of the tiny creatures he just saw disappear, and even more so of the flaming sword.
the group advances slowly, Linge throwing a spell at Mierul
Sigrun moves up defensively, keeping between Linge and the enemies.
Mierul backs up slightly and casts her own spell. Line hears a piercing scream
it also Dazes Linge
the little fey are nowhere ot be seen.
the party may act
Global Condition: None |
Global Condition:
Garran HP: 16/23 - AC: 18/11/17 Status:
Eladorn HP: 21/21 - AC 17/13/14 Status:
Shael HP: 19/19 - AC 19/14/15 Status:
Linge: HP: 19/20- AC: 15/13/12 Status: dazed
Horn: HP: 23/23 - AC: 21/19/13 Status:
Paldo HP: 15/17 - AC: 14/14/11 Status:
Sigrun HP: 20/24 - AC: 17/11/16 Status:NPCS:
Mierul HP: ?? |AC: ??
Sprite 1 HP: ?? |AC: ??
Sprite 2 HP: ?? |AC: ??
Garran hops down from the table. He draws his blade and attacks Mierul.
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Eladorn issues Shael no further instructions, letting the stag stay back to protect him as he fires arrows at Mierul.
Seeing stars, Linge cowers behind Sigrun. She can only channel a bit of energy to give her a bit of a magical help should she go to battle.
After Eladorn shoots his arrow, Horn moves slowly towards Mierul, waiting for an opportunity to attack. As she turns her attention to Garran, he suddenly and unexpectedly lunges forward, ready to catch her arm in his powerful maw!
Paldo popped his head up and set his glare towards the bard attacking his friends. He muttered an incantation causing a burst of light in front of Mierul's face.
the group is not here to mess around. Eladorn hits mierul with one arrow, and is immediately followed up by Horn and Garran attacking
Garran's cold iron blade cuts deep, and horn gets a very precise bite on an exposed flank when the forlarren turns to react to the bite of iron. she drops to the ground bleeding out.
the smaller fey are nowhere to be seen.
the party may act. no immediate threat is seen.
Garran kneels beside Mierul and tries to staunch her wounds. She had seemed honorable, if misguided. Garran wants to give her another chance.
"I don't think the other feys have left yet," Linge quietly tells Eladorn. Her eyes squirt the seemingly empty room warily.
Horn lets go of Mierul's wimp arm, and sniffs around for potential threats.
Eladorn keeps looking around the room--it seems he's trying to keep his eyes on every dark corner, as impossible as that would be. "I think you could be right... but how to know?" he answers Linge.
Garran is able to keep the bard from bleeding to death but she is still weakened and unconscious.
Horn sniffs the air. he can tell there are still creatures in the room but is unable to pinpoint them. the tiny fey are very good at staying hidden if they want to.
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Once the forlarren is stabilized, Garran stands up to have a better look at his surroundings. He calls on Iomedae’s power to augment his sight. Then begins to scan the room, both for magic auras and anything of interest.
Horn keeps sniffing around, apparently frustrated by his inability to spot the tiny feys. Then, he hesitantly turns around, as if capable of sort of tell where they are.
Suddenly struck by inspiration, Linge casts a spell in hopes to figure out where they are.
Eladorn guides Shael to the other side of the room from Horn, and begins trying to help his elk pinpoint the fey.
Detect magic does reveal that there is magic in range.
there are magical auras coming from the direction of the teleport tiles, and through the walls on both sides of the room. there are 6 auras you can see from where you are, with the strongest being Moderate
the animal companions are moved to try to get a sense of where the fey have gone. it is made more challenging because there are 2 of the, but you can guess the general area that the fey might be in.
Linge focuses on her spell some more, intensifying her search.
"I can feel magical auras, but... I can't quite pinpoint them," she mutters.
Horn growls, and swats at the air uselessly, sensing the fey but unable to reach it.