GM Foxy's 2nd Legacy of Fire

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"Here we have it" Ohrmizd smiles bringing up the silver mace and trusting Omari's bow to cover him up and hold the ghosts away out of learned punishment.

With a few hard hits on their base, the Keleshite collects the crystals and quickly makes it back to the group, handing the trophy for Jafar and Heshan to inspect "I think that is, let's make it back to the forge to see if our friend holds to his word"

Heshan retrieves the crystal from Ohrmizd with a smile. "Well done, my friend. A simple problem to an annoying solution."

He then focused his attention to the crystal to see what kind of magical properties may be within them.

Casting Detect magic on the crystals.

Omari is more reluctant to leave the field, "I'd like to clear the rest of these undead monstrosities, but it's probably not worth the risk in an antimagic field. Well, we can put in on the bucket list if we can't figure a way out of Kakishon..." but he will come with Ohrmizd to join the others.

However, on the way out, he grabs the ghast corpse closest to the edge of the AM field and hauls it along by the ankle. Once outside the field (by 50 or so feet), he drops the corpse and says "Ready yourselves to travel my friends; I have a divination prepared to find the source of this infestation, and I believe we should clean out such a source of foulness. This spell will animate the former undead's eyeball to leads us to the undead creature’s most recent controller or the cause of the creature’s undeath."

Once everyone is ready to travel (assuming there are no objections of course), Omari will cast Carrion Compass on the remains of the ghast.

The eye rises to chest level and spins at high velocity not going anywhere and after a few seconds drops to the ground again.

The eye rises to chest level and spins at high velocity not going anywhere and after a few seconds drops to the ground again.

Omari stares at the eye and then says "I don't know what that means...but clearly we aren't following that anywhere. Well, back to the landing. We can camp there overnight, and then go to the Fireforge in the morning. It will give me the opportunity to prepare some protection magicks"

Heshan peered into the disgusting manner the organ was used before he just had to ask the question. "Interesting. I did not know Erastil clerics were keen on using body parts for spells."

"I don't think Erastil has a specific interest in how to deal with corpses. Besides the health aspects of dealing with them in regards to the community. And getting rid of undead and their source by any means possible seems to be a legit thing, if you care about a community."

"Am I right?" Rayhan crosschecks with Omari.

"The Horned God says to use as much as practical of the animal if you hunt it or raise it; waste not, want not. Corpses of people, as you say, should be taken care of in a fashion that does not endanger the community, but the faith does not have a command about what that is. Some folks bury them, others cremate them, some give them to the sea, and so forth. Here, there is no community to protect, otherwise I would have us digging graves to put the ghast remains in. As for the undead, they are generally considered a danger to the community, thus one does what one must to eliminate the source."

"Words and more words. Are you making a salad over there? It was just disgusting, Landless. Salads will not change that."

Jafar turns to his book, whiskey and pipe.

Omari ignores the wizard's chaffering about the simple, common sense, doctrines of the Stag Lord. Instead, he takes comfort in a job well done. Tomorrow they will go visit the Fireforge again to complete the bargain...

OK, assuming someone does not object, I propose to advance the timeline to tomorrow morning, when we can go give the crystals to the forgemaster (Artel Norrin).

After a quiet night on the boat, a long walk to the volcano is due in the morning. As it is now known what to expect, Omari is prepared to protect the group from the heat with Erastil's magic.

This time the annoying haggling with the mephit i somitted and you can meet directly with Artel Norrin at his forge next to the molten stone. The Azer is happy to see that you brought some crystals. "Just enough for a two handed weapon. I need to ponder what to make with it."

True to his word, he hands over Zenzirad - a +1 fire outsider bane frost scimitar - to Ohrmizd. Also he offers three flasks of Ebon Flame.

"Perhaps a bow for our cleric. We will face your enemy."

Ohrmizd loses little time judging Omari's disgusting methods, he has learned the cleric makes what is needed to keep the group out of trouble "The source is probably inside the antimagic field, that is why it fell prematurely, most probably "

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Ohrmizd gives away the crystals and picks up the scimitar, judging the edge against the light of the forge flames "A master work Artel! I will make Zenzirad bite hard at our common enemies!"

" What is the command word to activate the frost effect?"

"No weapon would be necessary for me," Heshan added. "I learned that it would not truly be to my strengths. But these flames can be useful for what we will be up against." He then turned towards the blacksmith. "Now what can we do to escape this plane?"

Jafar moves over to Omari. "I believe you could end up with a serious bow if you play your cards right."

"Perhaps a bow for our cleric. We will face your enemy."

"If Forgemaster Norrin can make a bow from the steel he works in, I would be most impressed. I have made bows myself, and never seen one from steel. However, what he makes is of course his decision. We had a bargain - Zenzirad for the crystals and we have both kept our parts."

"However, Heshan has asked a most pertinent question. Forgemaster, you are obviously a skilled wizard and much familiar with Nex's works. Do you see any avenue which we could investigate that might lead to a method of leaving Kakishon, other than using the Shaitan's Earth Seed or the Protean's Entropy Pool."

"I'm indeed a wizard and a smith. I don't work wood for obvious reasons." Norrin replies his hand pointing to all the lava around.

"And I don't know how to get out of Kakishon, besides the original way, which doesn't work anymore."

"But I haven't put much thought into it either."

Ohrmizd takes one of the ebon flame flasks and stores it in his belt, handing the other two to someone else willing to use it "Thanks a lot master Norrin"

"There are maybe other questions where you can offer us some insight. Do you know anything about Xotani the Firebleeder, one of the monstrous Spawn of Rovagug, we heard Jhavhul was looking after this" the Keleshite explains.

Once this is answered, he goes with another question "There is another thing... do you know about Dilix Mahad from the Palace of Pleasure? We think she might be able to help us out of Kakishon, do you know about anything that might help us approach and ally with her?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

"I'm not good at that religious stuff." Norrin tells while checking the crystals and heating them up already.

But on mentioning the name Dilix his expression darkens with anger. "You want to work together with those genies? You told me Javhul left, now this - explain yourself!"

"I actually wanted to kill her, but my friends think she might keep relevant information on how we can get out of this prison plane to fight Javhul" Ohrmizd tries to appease the seemingly weak string his words pulled.

Heshan quickly stepped into the way in order to try and clear some things. "What my friend is trying to say is that we are frankly at a loss as to who to trust around here. It seems like the genies, shaitans and proteans all want us to get rid of one side or another. We did not want to take sides without knowing more about who we were talking to. Perhaps you could clarify for us?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

... can it still count as an aid to Ohrmizd's Diplomacy check?

"They are all dicks. The genies shouldn't be here and gave me a ahrd time and the proteans try to destroy this world. You can't trust any of them." Norrin replies.

"Agreed master Norrin. Many dicks vex us all in this realm. I look forward to being free of this and in pursuit of Javhul." Samuel removes the armor plates of the golden ram that he stored in his backpack. He holds them up and says "Master Norrin, can you fit these plates into armor for that Elk over there?"

"Before anybody gets too enthusiastic, do remember that he will not like it if his movements are restricted."

Khdedron doesn't have armor proficiency - he was getting away with using masterwork studded leather barding as it has 0 ACP. Barring special materials (mithril), that's about as good as it gets for him. If Norrin is willing to make armor for him, MWK Parade Armor Barding would also work and can be made of metal, unlike studded leather.

Ohrmizd is happy to provide materials and help for Norrin to forge weapons or armor for the others at the party "We can leave Norrin working while we look to go forward with this task on us"

Once the party is back on the way to the ship, the Keleshite comments on the way forward "We have been delaying this decision, but we need to decide what stronghold we are attacking, the proteans or the shaitans. I would prefer to fight the shaitans, if only because the way they spoke with us I got the feeling of cruelty on their words."

"I think you are right Ohrmizd, this is a decision we will need to take. But let us not have this dicussion here and now - I suspect the Proteans can watch us somehow, as they were able to detect our arrival and watched our pursuit of the Golden Ram. Rayhan, Heshan, Samuel, what could we do to protect our privacy to have such discussions? I can protect a discussion we have by writing."

I can pray for Obscure Object, cast it on a notebook, and then we can write in the book... and then tear out and burn the pages of the discussion before the spell expires (8 hrs). Does anyone have a better idea? I am sure the proteans can scry on us somehow...

Ohrmizd ponders this for a second "A cautious precaution. I would assume though if they see us doing such a thing they will assume we are considering the possibility of attacking them and would prepare anyway. Even if they don't, we cannot teleport to their home, and they will notice if we take the ship without fighting the shaitans first."

The Keleshite then changes to Kelish language "Are they even able to know other languages?"

Norrin takes a close look at the armor plates. "I can't work with that without destroying it. The magic is too strong for me to alter."

"Could you use it for anything? If so, it is yours."

"Those are magic scrolls written on unusual material. You can use tehm better than I can. I don't go to combat usually, and those are specifically for that."

"Then we can simply use them the old way... even if it is with unusual material." Heshan took a few of the armor scrolls for himself to use.

"Interesting. How careless of me." Samuel casts read magic and examines the two armored scrolls he has in his possession.

On the way back to the ship, Omari will not be drawn into further conversation about the shaitan's and the proteans. Once we arrive he takes himself away to pray for 15 minutes (Prepares Obscure Object in an empty 3ed level slot)and comes back, his face somber. He borrows a notebook from Rayhan and prays over it (Casts Obscure Object on the notebook), and begins to write...

See the current maps slides

He shows around the first thing he has written (1 Omari) and then begins to write once more (2 Omari); having written his piece, he passes the notebook and pen to whomever wants to reply...

Ohrmizd takes Omari's notes after everyone else has read them, and burns them in Sarenrae's fire "Your poetry will become better with the time my friend, but let's burn this before anyone's else mind is blast like mine..."

Unless Jafar and Heshan have more strongly opinionated low level poetry to write, Ohrmizd nods to the group and points on the map "Let's head out to the proteans to tell them our decisions and demand them for some help for we have seen how many the shaitans are"
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Meanwhile I suggest you write more poetry in there Omari on how you want to engage them, perhaps your beautiful words will sweeten them"

Samuel paces about in thought and says nothing.

Heshan puts his hands a head of him as he made a face. "I am a man of many talents, many of them use my words. But poetry is sadly one of them. Although I am impressed Omari," He smiled. "I did not take you for an artist."

Ohrmizd points to the helmsman "We go to the Palace of Pleasure first though, if I do understand from my friends look. Perhaps they can offer some help too, now that we have proven our virtue to the Kakishon's forger"

Jafar leans on the rail and says"Can you fix her Ohrmizd? I will try to help for what I am worth, which is little in these matters. We could resort to force if need be. This groups seems to be the weakest we have encountered."

"Fix Dlix?" asks Ohrmizd a bit confused "Well, sure thing I am going to give her the chance to repent and convince her to tell us everything she knows" the Keleshite holds tight his scimitar and points to the Palace of Pleasures in the map.

The ship leaves the landing point and rows out on the sea in direction of Kakhishon the island. After a while of plowing through the waters you arrive at the pier.

After another hour climbing up the hills of the island you find the ruins of the Pleasure palace, but no sign of the earth genie or her entourage. The place is abandoned.

"Where are they? Either there is more to this complex than we know or they managed to escape. I see no other rational explanation."

"Ohrmizd, you are our best tracker, can you tell how long ago the lady and her entourage left, or perhaps there are any other clues to be gained?
Rayhan, as a divination specialist, can your magics tell us what happened
or where the lady and her court went?"

Survival check? Not sure if Rayhan has something memorized that might give clues...

"I can see if there was any magic involved." His eyes shined as he searched for any magical aura.

Casting Detect Magic.

Survival: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32
Ohrmizd kneels in front of the ruins and touches one rock, then catches a hand of sand and smells deeply "Oh, yes, look all those steps going to the pier? They just recently left this place"

The Keleshite goes into the ruins and starts to register the place "Sure, they should have left some good food to eat here. When was the last time we stopped for dinner?"

The chanbers that were guarded last time stand open, but everything besides the furniture is gone. The table with the festive dinner still stands on the terrace, but flies and rodents have eaten from it, and what is left doesn't look good. If one doesn't like extra protein in form of maggots.

Samuel checks all the chambers as well as the rest of the palace.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

He continually casts detect magic while searching the place.

"The proteans told us that Obherak had taken one of them as a prisoner" Ohrmizd makes memory while touching along the table seeing there is nothing for the group left here "If we get the prisoner from them. I am sure the proteans will let us access their lands once more."

"Then do you think that the prisoner is still in this place?" Heshan asked. "From the looks of things, the genies here either left in a hurry or did not even have the time to do that on their own free will. Let us explore the place a bit more."

Heshan, I think you're getting confused. It was Obherak, not Dilx, who was holding the protean prisoner; the pleasure-palace is where Dilx apparently used to hang out.

Second, folks, I suspect that Foxy wants to bring our explorations of Kakishon to a close; I'm guessing we've done most (if not all) of the stuff in the module; now we need to pick a side and fight...

"Dilx has decamped and Ohrmizd cannot track her over the trackless sea. While it might be interesting and profitable to pick through Nex's leavings here, there are things we need to attend to in the mortal world. So let us be off ... "