”Well then hurry up. We’re burning daylight.” she says with a toothy grin, knowing that taking one’s time is normally the elven way, but this is probably not an enemy to deal with slowly.
”Well then hurry up. We’re burning daylight.” she says with a toothy grin, knowing that taking one’s time is normally the elven way, but this is probably not an enemy to deal with slowly.
"Right on your heels," Kel promised Luile, walking after her.
Nim finished her drink and hurried to follow them.
The mayor's "mansion" if you can call it that, was a simple three story house. The ground floor is where the town council meet. The second floor contained the private offices of the mayor. And the top floor was reserved for his family. All this was in a large tree.
The mayor, an elf named Luarende, was female. She was elected to the job only ten years ago. The tree was well cultivated by a combination of mundane and magical process. The tree seemed to sing during the day.
He will quietly cast detect magic.
Spellcraft to figure out what kind of magic and where it is coming from
Spellcraft 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 to figure out what kind of magic and where it is coming from
Yes, it's abjuration magic. It's source is inside the town hall. Spells used are Shield, Arcane Lock, and protection from evil.
"Well, what's the plan, exactly?" Kel paused outside the town hall/mayor's residence and asked the rest of the group. "Do we just barge in there and ask the mayor if it's a good idea to put together a citizens' patrol group to help keep the town and its surrounding area safe? Or are we trying another tactic?"
Yes, I believe that was your plan.
Luile simply walks up, knocks, and enters. Town halls usually being both where town councils meet and thus public spaces, the knock to announce herself just in case.
Inside the town hall is a large room, ringed by offices. Mostly made of grown wood and leaves providing some protection from the rain, this place the mayor and the town council work on different matters of town policy.
At the head of the room is the beautiful pulpit. There are five seats for the town council, and beyond that are rows and rows of pews where people of the town come and sit. The pews are made of worked wood, and stained for protection of that wood. Each place is a comfortable seat. Here, people may come and hear of what the mayor is going to do.
"Amazing isn't it, little Kobold?" says the mayor. She is a beautiful elf, with long blonde hair, an average frame, wearing a long blue and white dress with elvish letters embroidered on the dress in green. She seems ephemeral as she walks. "So, why are you here?"
”I’ve always lived among the elves, so perhaps I am simply too used to it to be amazed, but it is indeed beautiful.”[b]
[b]”But I am here on a serious task. Some foresight says that Cormanthyr’s total destruction is nigh. My companions and I were tasked with investigating why, and if possible, averting this doom. And upon our arrival to this town, a demon worshipper openly admitted to such right before she attacked us in her own shop, with nary a provocation. We were thinking that some measures should taken if the enemy is so brazen.” Luile says calmly, and in elvish as an obvious native speaker, though her accent may seem unfamiliar, or perhaps that is just because she is a kobold.
Yes.
"A demon worshiper?" she says. "Cormanthyr's destruction? We can beat back any army that comes against us."
She turns to Kemian. "Is that how you feel as well, do you agree with the Kobold?" she asks.
”I doubt it will be an army. Subtlety and attacks from within seem far more likely, especially when the defenders are focused on defending against armies.” interjects Luile.
"What do you suggest?" she asks.
”Getting some of the more trustworthy locals to surreptitiously investigate and keep watch wherever the military is not. The enemy likely has many eyes on the military and it’s movements, as well as on other high authorities. So getting some locals to look into things discreetly have a better chance of being in the right place at the right time to find something. Of course, I’m hardly a tactician or a leader.” Luile speaks calmly, as if discussing tea or something.
The cleric responds They were not demons that she summoned. They were baatezu, imps, from the infernal realms, but their presence nonetheless if troubling.
The cleric responds They were not demons that she summoned. They were baatezu, imps, from the infernal realms, but their presence nonetheless if troubling.
The mayor nods at this. She goes to a painting on the wall. She moves it, and takes out a small chest with a combination lock. She carefully unlocks it and takes out a rod.
"Use this rod to help you hunt down other Baatezu," she says. "Did the malefactor say anything helpful when you fought him?"
”She introduced herself as Shalindril the librarian, and said she watches over the sleepers, though she wouldn’t elaborate. She also said that Bane would win, it’s too late, and we get either serve Bane or die. Presumably that’s why she was so open to strangers about her service to Bane.” Luile recounts.
"Shalindril?" the mayor tried to remember. "She was mild mannered."
"Her imps were not mild-mannered," Kel remarked drily.
"Her imps were not mild-mannered," Kel remarked drily.
"Yes, well, anything else you need?"
Kel looks down consideringly as she considers a possible answer.
Kel looks down consideringly as she considers a possible answer.
They are elven letters that provide a magical ward. They spell out "Protection" in elvish.
Kel looked up again.
"Is there a job board here in town?" she asked Luarende. "Or do you know of anyone looking for guards or investigators?"
She gestured to the rest of the party.
"As a group, we have a wide variety of talents."
"As a matter of fact, there has been reports of cattle being stolen," says the mayor.
He can.
spellcraft
spellcraft 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
You recognize it as a rod of detect fiendish presence. It's a rod that is always on, and glows when demons or devils are near.
He will let thank the mayor for the kindness of her gift.
"As a matter of fact, there has been reports of cattle being stolen," says the mayor.
Kel looked a bit uncertain at this reply. She looked around at the rest of the party.
"Hmm. Does anyone have tracking skills, superlative or otherwise?" she asked awkwardly. "Or do we ask the only ranger with whom we've spoken in town?"
"As a matter of fact, there has been reports of cattle being stolen," says the mayor.
Kel looked a bit uncertain at this reply. She looked around at the rest of the party.
"Hmm. Does anyone have tracking skills, superlative or otherwise?" she asked awkwardly. "Or do we ask the only ranger with whom we've spoken in town?"
The mayor thinks on this. . .
I do not have those types of skills and learning a divination spell or two might take more time than we have. Perhaps our best bet is to ask our new acquittancece for help. Mayor, do you have any idea about what might be stealing these cattle? the cleric asks.
I do not have those types of skills and learning a divination spell or two might take more time than we have. Perhaps our best bet is to ask our new acquittancece for help. Mayor, do you have any idea about what might be stealing these cattle? the cleric asks.
"The best we have to go on is cultists of Moander."
Know Religion to see if he knows about Moander.
Know Religion 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 to see if he knows about Moander.
Kel thinks about what she knows of Moander.
Kel thinks about what she knows of Moander.
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24