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"Yes, your watchfullness, any information you could impart about this criminal would be much appreciated." Barnabus supplies helpfully.
Work for two weeks in South Africa, then played tourist for about 10 days.
Zimbabwe was really great. I highly recommend it. We visited South Africa, Zimbabwe, Botswana, and Zambia over the trip.
I will be flying to Zimbabwe tomorrow. Internet may be a bit dicey through mid-week Bot me as necessary.
I will be on vacation, visiting a game reserve without internet until Friday of this week. Please feel free to 'bot my character as necessary.
In a low voice Barnabus tells the others. "The bloke on the throne is clearly undead, I can tell that from here. The robe covered in eyes is a clue that he probably sees everything this place and collects in information. I think we've found this Sar-Es that the gray dwarf told us about."
Barnabus looks over at the creature on the throne surreptitiously and tries to determine what it might be. He pulls over a loaf of dark bread made from mushroom flour and pulls off a hunk to chew on.
Any empty tables?
Barnabus nudges Dalron and points up the stret. "Uhhh, it's that way mate."
Looking about at the derelict urban environment Barnabus says: "This place is a hostile environment. My people have fought wars against every race we're likely to encounter here." He pulls out his flask and takes a strong pull. "Let's be about it." gesturing up the street.
"We have directions to this Dripstone Inn place. I say we make for there gather some information and perhaps make the place our base of operations." Barnabus says. "I think we should attempt to gauge the overall situation before asking directly for information about our quarry. They probably shouldn't expect pursuit, but if word gets around that surface dwellers are asking about them, then we'll find ourselves walking into a trap."
"Yah, we're not in the mood to waste time or gold on common footpads, even if they do have flippers." Barnabus chimes in. "Growl a little more...." he says under his breath to Boz
"Stop babling and speak a decent tongue or we'll add your heads to the wall there!!!" Barnabus yells at the fish dudes while he gestures with his axe to the spiked wall.
"Yeah!!! What he said!!!" Barnabus adds to Boz's cry.
"I have a feeling that looking formidable is probably our best form of safety in a place like this." "Let us proceed north through the gate to see if we can locate this inn."
"The grey dwarf said something about an information broker named 'Es Sarch'. He told us to look for him in the Dripstone Inn on the Street of Five Hanged, directly north three blocks from Pedestal’s southern gate." Barnabus answers Boz. "I say we check this inn and see if will make for a base of operations."
"This city looks fascinating, if a little grim." "We must find time to see if there are any booksellers in the bazaar the duerger spoke of. I'm certain the university library would be interested in volumes sourced from such a strange place."
"Wait, on second glance I do believe this vial is full of Dust of Dryness. It is a magical powder that dries out liquid when it comes in contact. It is particularly potent if it is used as a weapon against water-based or water-dwelling creatures, like the big fish we saw earlier."
"Hmmm .... these items are magical, but I'm unsure about what their purpose is. I can try again with more preparation when we have a chance to rest."
"Let me take a look at those..."
Barnabus casts Detect Magic to see if the coffer or any of it's contents are magical.
"That big one will turn you into one of the little ones." Barnabus releases a force missile into the remaining skum.
"It probably wouldn't like burning oil on the water!" he offers a suggestion.
"They're commonly called 'crazy-toans'!" Barnabus calls back to Dalron. He lashes out with his battle-axe.
"Is there an arms trader in the the bazaar in Pedestal who might be interested in the excess weapons we are carrying?" Barnabus asks the duerger merchant.
I think the GM said that he doesn't have the resources to deal in magic items. Maybe someone at this bazaar in town.
Barnabus will take the Ink,Pen, and Journal.
Barnabus is just looking for some whiskey and materials that will be used to craft items in future downtime.
"What about reams of parchment or vellum and inks for writing?" Barnabus inquires.
I'll mark Barnabus down for the scroll of Mage Armor
"Hmmm...whiskey?"
"Underground fish-people." Barnabus tells Bozvrig. "Nasty creatures." To the duergar merchant:
"Well master Bruthwol, there are records from the past of commerce with our deep relations, but there are also records of conflict arising from misunderstandings and disputes. Trade fairly with us and you'll get honest dealing from ourselves." "I am in the market for a length of wood, bone, or ebony to practice my carving on? Would you be having anything that would serve?"
"Hmm, this is intersting." Barnabus says as he examines the spider. He memorizes Identify and examines it before we transport.
"Fascinating .... the spider will actually grow in size and obey the owner's commands." Barnabus sacrifices a Flaming sphere spell to activate the Earth Node. On arrival and greetings from the grey dwarf, Barnabus hefts his battleaxe. "Hmm ... the words are fair, but the countenance is grim." Barnabus says. "Master Bruthwol, your people and mine have long been adversaries. Why should we be trusting your word and your trade here and now?" he asks.
"I'll need to rest and regain spells. Then I can transport us through the node." Barnabus tells the party.
Barnabus sends a Force Missile into the more healthy looking roach.
"Can he do it? Are really sure?" Barnabus asks Lanliss.
Barnabus releases another Force Missile into the one on Scarlet.
Barnabus releases a Force Missile into the roach that Dalron shot.
"You can ride them if you want Dalron, but I'm not letting those things get anywhere near ma' jimmies!!!" Barnabus calls back to Dalron as he lifts his right leg and shakes his pants to try to drive out the last few roaches from his under-drawers.
Barnabus ducks out of the swarm of fluttering roaches and moves north. (to stand where the number 3 is on the map) He spins around and lets out a gout of flame to encompass two of the swarm-squares. "Flickem' Bickus!!!!" he roars out in his arcane pidgeon. The flames rush out and stop right in front of Bozvrig, the heat warming his exposed skin. X 150% = 18 (Reflex DC 15)
Barnabus moves out of the swarm into the center of the room. "Damn things are crawling on my jimmies!!!!" he cries out, hopping about and trying to shake roaches out of his pant legs.
"These swarms of cockroaches are made up of tiny insects that will be impossible to hurt with our weapons. There are just too many of them to smash that way. We should try to hurt them with either fire or acid." "When they climb on you they'll make you itchy and it'll be hard to concentrate. The smell is bad enough to make you vomit as well if you don't have a strong stomach." "ewwww!!!!"
Barnabus casts Light on a pebble and tosses it down one of the small tunnels. "If we're going to follow them through the earth node to retrieve the stolen artifacts, we will need to stay here for at least eight hours. We need to be on our guard while we wait."
"We will have to spend time here to attune ourselves to the magic of the place. At least eight hours."
"This place is indeed an Earth node, as I suspected." "Magic is stronger here and by use of some of spellcaster's power, it is possible to transport a group from this place to .... somewhere else." |