Cyril turns to the elf warrior. "Saronis, are you alright?"
The investigative wizard casts charm person on the seemingly entralled elf.
He says wistfully, "Yeah! Look at this magnificent blade it far outshines any work I have made. But maybe I could..." He sheathes the greatsword and secures the sheath to his back and walks towards you. No towards the burning hammer!
"Arthur! Some assistance, please?" Cyril begged, confused. "Saronis is entranced, He may be after the Mistress Blade or my c0ck! I'm uncertain."
He stammers a bit, "Well the charm spell should be working. What do you want me to do about it? Saronis what are you plann8ng?"
He quickly passes Cyril and moves over to the hammer, which appears to burn him somewhat before he mostly if not all heals. He then takes the hammer over to the anvil. He expertly lands the blow onto the anvil and sparks fly. A cold iron masterwork elven courtblade is left in the sparks wake. He looks at the two of you with determination, "Apparently the evil undead curse is just pitiling fire damage as the negative energy is easily resisted. The darkness within the Anvil..." He steps back pointing at the far side of the anvil with the burning hammer.
Cyril stands back, amazed. "Saronis, dammit! Wh-Why take that kind of risk!"
The young noble regains his composure and sighs. "Alright. I would not recommend anyone else making any more weapons, but now we have the possible means to destroy the anvil."
Cyril still looks apprehensive. "I wish Thorgar was with us."
Almost mystified as if in a trance he barely lucidly states, "Friend, what risk? It only works once a day so yeah... Look, the anvil opened."
He appears, looking startled as he is in a sitting position and his pants are down between his feet. "I uh... WHAT!!! OH SH!T SHE IS GOING TO BE SO PISSED! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
He appears, looking startled as he is in a sitting position and his pants are down between his feet. "I uh... WHAT!!! OH SH!T SHE IS GOING TO BE SO PISSED! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
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"Oh dear.." Cyril said, realizng his mistake. "I am immensely sorry, Thorgar! I wish Thorgar...was back...where he just teleported from?"
*BLIP* and he is gone. Though with your innate ability you say just a little different words. "I wish Thorgar was never wished here!"
He walks over to Saronis to see what he was looking at and nods with understanding, "It looks to be a panel that has opened and there is a black metal box inside. Tongs! Where are the tongs!" He looks around and from the tools pile he brings some tongs and attaches them to the box before pulling it out. Then he asks,"Should we just put it on the anvil and smash it with the hammer?"
Ed turns back into his dog form and runs around playing in the water.
"Should we just put it on the anvil and smash it with the hammer?"
That sounds like the case", Cyril admits. "May I?"
The young noble goes for the hammer.
Saronis nods... "Take that hammer and do your thing!"
He looks at the elf with a bit of confusion. He shrugs and nods as well, "Go for it."
Cyril's hands hurt immediately upon picking up the hammer, but he pushes through the pain and attack the black metal box with the hammer, slamming it down with all his might.
The box explodes in a shower of sparks. A moaning sound escapes as the spectre of an elderly man appears then is gone. The room shakes with the raw power that was released but soon enough settles.
Arthur sighs glad that it was done. He looks at Cyril and Saronis before asking, "So how much of this wealth are we taking with ourselves? Too bad we don't have a bag of holding or handy haversack. Do you have any more wishes? I will try, Mistress, I wish for a magcial holding container with no curses or negative ramifications, may it appear before me now."
A simple bag and a ring appear before Arthur. Both radiating power and compelling him to pick them up.
As he picks them up he sees a vision of their past and previous owners. He sees the connection being made between item and user with their blood.
He picks up both items in one hand, pulls his knife and cuts his hand letting the blood spill over both. The wound heals up quickly. He puts the ring on a gaudy golden ring with a large shining ruby. He rubs it and the anvil and hammer disappear. He smiles and moves around collecting the magical items they could not identify.
"Amazing", Cyril says breathlessly. "One moment, gentlemen. I shall now pray to The Mistress. Once that is done, I shall help you clean and pack any wealth we can."
Cyril walks several feet away, turning away from the others. The young noble kneels down and says a prayer.
The young noble breathes. I am beginning to see the benefit of our pact for you, Dear Lady. With every wish granted, we become more powerful, thus making us into very powerful operatives for you on Arcanium. And leading us to greater reliance on you. A Master Stroke! Though I may be a Avalonian noble, I know when I have been bested. And I know which way the wind blows. Clearly, you are my divine patron, as much as I try to deny it. And so, I want to still keep our pact, but I also want to announce my allegiance to you, The Mistress. No other deity has done for me what you have. I thinking of how boring and banal my life would be without your support.
That all being said, I did end the existence of a lich. I know I did not kill it with The Mistress Blade..but can I receive some type of boon? Perhaps..having the celestial ability of truespeech, or a +5 to every ability score I have, or access to my own dimension? Maybe?
Cyril feels a burning on his arm, pulling back any clothing obscuring it you see the Mistress's sigil appear there. You realize touching the mark will activate the boon.
Upon touching it with intent a small distortion appears in the air before you. It is almost like a window. Beyond you see a dark room with several candles floating above. The room is a cramped 5 X 10.
Cyril pokes his head inside the distortion, so see if there is anything else but the candles.
Crouching you could step into the pocket. Finding only a tome that has a black leather binding with the mark of the mistress in white. Opening it up you find it to be a holy text of the Mistress. If you read it for an hour you may gain a +2 bonus on K Religion checks, anything associated with the Mistress it becomes a +4 bonus.
Cyril looks over the high quality tome. "Wow. Thank you, Dear Lady."
The young noble takes off his backpack and puts the tome inside, then puts the backpack back on, and leaves the pocket. Cyril presses The Mistress's Sigil to close the dimensional portal.
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Cyril returns to Arthur and Saronis, and begins to cast prestidigitation on the mounds of wealth, cleaning it off and seeing what's underneath the grime.
Arthur: Cosmic Bag, Cosmic Ring, crafting hammer, anvil of creation,
Non-magical: tools, tongs, MC crafting materials and tools
Cyril: pocket dimension,
Saronis: A cold iron masterwork elven courtblade
"Say, let us see if we can salvage some of this wealth by using the crafting tools to help chisel the pieces apart. Unless..of course, we need to leave to continue our trek through the Verge in order to rendezvous with the ship?"
It would take at least a few more hours to clean, sort, and separate.
"I believe the ship is waiting for us. They will send down The Bright if they haven't heard from us in 12 hours. We have plenty of time. The only problem I see is storage capacity." He moves away to continue sorting and separating, whispering under his breath.
Saronis, Arthur, and Ed all seem to be in pain the men move any covering on their left forearm to see a similar sigil appear. Also a ring or bag of your choice appear before Cyril, Ed, and Saronis.
A golden golem appears at the far end of the room and begins piling the wealth into its large chest. You hear the clanking of larger objects fall behind it as the coins filter into its large drum. After 10 feet of collecting it stops. It removes its hands from the massive drum it has for a belly. Hands filled with gems, the arms move on a pivot allowing them to deposit the gems into the side pockets of a large leather bag.
Next it begins to glow from within. It turns and moves to the edge of the treasure trove and shoots off the slag from the top of its load. Then the hands bring forth a large brick mold, tips forward and a hole appears dropping gold into the mold.
It repeats this process collecting all the coins in two hours and making bricks of silver, copper, and gold. When this is done there is 35 nonmagical treasure left over including goblets, plates, silverware, candlesticks, and other such objects. It eventually will ask in a hollow metallic voice, "Shall I convert the objects to bricks too?"
Arthur looks to Saronis and Cyril, he simply states, "I don't see why not? Do either of you want to keep any of them... do you think they would have greater value as is or just a brick of metal? Well likely so no, we will collects those. Thank you Vargos, you may return to your small form."
Untrained
With that said the golem shrinks down into a diminutive statue of itself. Arthur goes over and picks up the golem turn wondrous figurine of power. He also collects a few items before tapping his sigil. A wavy portal appears, his has black and red swirls around the portal. He puts in a few items at a time. When all 35 items are secure he taps the sigil again. He looks and says, "Well we have cleared out this treasury. Shall we?"
"I have a new gift. From the Mistress", Cyril smiles.
He activates the dimensional closet. "We can stack the riches in here."
"Yes, I extended your and my own wish to the group. You may choose either the Cosmic Bag or the Cosmic Ring. The ring does not count against your total of rings you can wear. Though the bag carries a lot more." He points out hoping the others will make the right choice for themselves.
Cyril asks, "I know what the bag does: it mimics a bag of holding, but what does Cosmic Ring do?"
He answers in his normal friendly banter, "The Cosmic Ring is a bit more accessible, it only have four inventory spots. Where as the Cosmic Sack has ten inventory spots, that have no limit except that each must be an item, such as a chest."
Ed picks Cosmic Sack and brings it over to Arthur dropping it in his hand, he then says, "Carry it for me would you!"
"I shall", Cyril takes Ed's bag with a bow.
"And I'll take a Cosmic Ring. Very handy."
The elf picks cosmic bag as well and cuts his hand with a dagger to bind it to himself. Then he puts it into one of his many belt pouches.
With that said the golem shrinks down into a diminutive statue of itself. Arthur goes over and picks up the golem turn wondrous figurine of power. He also collects a few items before tapping his sigil. A wavy portal appears, his has black and red swirls around the portal. He puts in a few items at a time. When all 35 items are secure he taps the sigil again. He looks and says, "Well we have cleared out this treasury. Shall we?"
"Yes. Let us go topside, and see if Sir Varnhold has been laid to rest."
Going back is harder than before as you see the wind magic holding back the water has failed and has been slowly filling the room.
You will need to swim to get back up to Sir Varnhold.
"I think I may be the strongest swimmer of us all, why don't the three of you snuggle in my sigil dimension and I will let you out once I get out of the water?"
At first, Cyril thought everyone had access to his pocket dimension, until he realized Arthur and Saronis had their own. "Well, that plan is sound. but please hurry. We have no way of knowing how much air is your pocket dimension."
"Likely the same amount as yours. I will not tarry." He then opens his dimension, let's you in and closes it.
You begin to have to hold your breath and then the door opens up again, filling the room with air. Once you are all out he closes it again.
You are in the room where Sir Varnhold had resided. You see the stairs down to the flooded tunnel. You also notice a sopping wet Saronis.
Searching the room you find the familiar piles of bones, including the one upon the throne. Most of the armor is rusted and degraded as are most of the weapons. He asks, "Shall we search this room as well? Maybe one of us can go bring down the Bright and Slayers to help search?"
Cyril uses prestidigitation to dry off the elf. "There you are. Thank you for helping us get out, Saronis."
The investigative wizard looks around the throne room, satisfied to see the death knights no more. "Saronis. I would trust your elven perception to see anything our weak human eyes cannot see by way of treasure. If you say there is nothing else in this room, I would not have us tarry any longer. What say you, Stavian?"
He replies as he enjoys the drying effect, "No problem, I had to push myself against the current a few times but all is well now."
Non committed he states, "Take a few cursory glances around. We will take our time to get to the ship. We have plenty of wealth now. If you see anyth8ng grab it. We will search with Detect Magic first."
He then casts a spell putting a blue glow on his eyes. He scans the room and moves on.
The elf finds a few covered items and puts them into his cosmic sack. Taking his time to scan each room he eventually follows. A stray spider, or other vermin are easily dealt with as he looks. About 10 m8nutes pass before he finds the base of the rope to the ship.
Cyril begins his climb back up to the ship.
As Saronis walks towards them, Arthur continues to hold down the rope to stabalize it for Cyril.
Looking at Ed he double checks, "You can turn into a bird right or is that ability used up?"
When the elf gets to the rope he clasps his shoulder and says, "If you don't mind, would you hold it for me?"
He slowly follows Cyril.
Ed nods and turns into the bird... then takes off up to the ship. Then the rope begins to be pulled up. Saronis just holds on as his foot is looped at the end.