”Too bad we don’t have a net or something.” Says Garran.
"A net would be great. Let's pick one up; very useful against these kinds of pixies or sprites." Eladorn doesn't let that stop him from firing an arrow at the open space where Shael is indicating a sprite might be.
"Garran, maybe Mierul has something on her? If you could search her..."
Eladorn fires a shot at the area where he thinks one of the fey might be. the arrow does not hit anything.
behind you, you hear a very small voice say something in Sylvan
“Spiral downward to the ground, every ounce and every pound”
ice starts to form in a small bloc on the teleporter tile to the South of the room
meanwhile, Linge works to pinpoint locations of magical auras. one is coming from Mierul. one from each of the two ice teleporter tiles. another one behind the door next to Linge, one from the room on the other side of the closest mirror to her, and the last one on the other side of the wall closest to Horn
”Looks like one of them is leaving!” Shouts Garran. He runs toward the icy transporter as quickly as he can in his heavy armor.
"Yes, it is!" Linge briefly abandons her magic search, and whistles for Horn to attack. Faster than Garran, he reaches the teleporter tile in seconds.
Scent (Ex):...
When a creature detects a scent, the exact location of the source is not revealed—only its presence somewhere within range. The creature can take a move action to note the direction of the scent. When the creature is within 5 feet of the source, it pinpoints the source’s location.
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Eladorn dashes across the room to get a line on the transporter, and sends an arrow at the small patch of ice forming there. "Blessings from Ol' Deadeye!" the hunter exclaims as he watches his arrow fly true.
Horn sniffs out the fey right before it teleports away. between a bite and a very accurate arrow, the fey dies, shattering the ice cube.
meanwhile, the door on the north side of the hallways opens a crack.
Garran pivots to face the new threat. Or is it the other fey, trying to escape in the other direction?
Horn barely takes the time to close his jaws on the fairy's corpse to make sure it's properly dead. Hearing the door opening, Linge whistles him a second time, and he rushes across the room to attack.
Unfortunately, he misses completely, his claws ineffectively scratching at ice walls.
Meaning, Linge rushes to Mierul's side to search her for anything useful- especially the magical item she apparently has on her.
Eladorn yells out at Shael as he circles the table to fire another arrow, this time at the gap in the opening doorway, about at the height he'd guess a sprite would fly at.
Shael seems confused at Eladorn's command at first, but his nostrils flare and he seems to understand. He lowers his head and stabs his antlers forward into the gap in the doorway.
the two animals find the fey and attack it. Shael clips it while horn misses. Eladorn uses their attack to help pinpoint where the creature is and skewers it, burning it with cold iron. it dies and becomes visible again.
the room is now still, the animals do not point towards any new scents. what do you do now?
”I think I know the secret of the frozen transporter.” Garran muses. ”A key phrase: Spiral downward to the ground, every inch and every pound.” He says in Skald. It is becoming more and more natural for him to speak that language. He frowns. ”No… It was every ounce and every pound.”
He walks over to look over Linge’s shoulder. ”What have you found?”
Linge searches Mierul finding:
2 potions
light crossbow with 10 bolts,
ice floe elixir,
opal necklace (worth 500 gp),
14 gp
"Um... Some weapons, jewelry... A couple of coins, an elixir, and..."
Linge tries to figure out what the potions are, but they are odorless, and... Woops, here goes a sip. Rather tasteless.
"Er... Water?... I really don't know..." Befuddled, she hands the vials over to Garran. "Do you think we can use the transporter to go up?" she quickly changes the subject.
”My guess would be no.” Garran says thoughtfully. ”Probably need the word ‘up’ in a rhyme to go up.” He smirks. ”Chase your tail just like a pup. That’s what to do if you wanna go up.” He grins. ”Is probably not it.”
Linge chuckles uncontrollably, though the joke isn't that good. Perhaps it's her nerves.
"What do we do with her?" she looks down at Mierul. "If we wake her up, she might sound the alarm... And she's loyal to the Jadwiga. Maybe tie her up somewhere? As in, down the teleporter, and lock her in some room?"
unsurprisingly, nothing happens when Garran says his guessed passphrase.
there is the question of what to do with the bard, and where do you go next?
”Maybe we should finish checking this floor.” He glances at Mierul. ”She won’t be going anywhere for awhile.”
"How about that open door first?" Linge glances at the door that one of the fairies left ajar. "Be careful, Eladorn. My spell must have worn off by now..."
Before moving forward, Linge picks up the potions and elixir. She detects magic on the necklace and weapon, intending to take them as well if they're magical.
She makes sure that Mierul's not at any risk of dying from blood loss before moving on to the next room. Horn messed up her arm quite a bit.
And the two arrows she took from Eladorn probably didn't help.
the crossbow and necklace are not magical. Mierul is unconscious but stable
Linge moves to check out the open door.
A long red carpet extends from the western doorway of this mirrored hall between ice sculptures of twin nymphs, ending at an open alcove to the east. Passageways continue north and south, following the contours of the tower’s outer wall, where windows look out over the open courtyard below.
Garran calls on Iomedae’s power again to check the new area for magic auras. Then he begins to give the hall a quick search.
"I hope it's not trapped," Linge glances at Eladorn, probably the most likely of the party to be trained in detecing traps.
She gives out a low whistle to call Horn to her side. " Come on, boy. Seek! Look for enemies!" she says in Skald, and the cub starts sniffing around.
the tiles at the far end of the hall are magical. nothing else in this room reads as magical, but there are other auras through the doors on either side of the hall.
Horn gets distracted by a smell, then realizes it is himself and starts cleaning himself noisily.
”More magical floor tiles.” Garran points in the general direction. ”Over there. And I’m getting magic auras from behind the doors to the left and right.”
"Oh, Horn..." Linge sighs. "Should we try the door on the left?" She cracks it open cautiously.
It still creaks.
Garran turns to face the door as Linge opens it. As he does so he draws his sword.