I had a great time gaming with this group, best of luck to all of you in your future adventures.
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Jacob fires again at a thug trapped in the webbing, then moves toward Tomid.
Jacob holds his spell as melee ensues, instead opting for his crossbow to target a thug out of combat in the web.
Jacob yells in a thunderous voice that sends a wave a sonic energy crashing into a group of archers.
Jacob weaves forward through the rocks, using the stones for cover even as he draws attention to himself by taunting the archers. "Come on boys, can't you even hit a middle aged man with little agility of strength?"
never did advance Jacob to level 4,
+1 Charisma 1st - unbreakable heart
+1 BAB
skills - sense motive, spellcraft, diplomacy, appraise
With no other recourse to save his hide as he perches vulnerable on horseback in an ambush, Jacob resorts to a story he recently read of cajoling bandits, applying the plot hook to the current dilemma. "You there, good lads behind the rocks, clearly you meant to miss us with those arrows, such fine archers as yourselves would never miss so easily! What the lady here means to say is that we have a message of support and solidarity for the good Baron and his Lady and we're resolved to only deliver the message personally, surely a man of oaths such as yourself can understand such an agreement?"
"Here, my girl, what's this for?" Before Griz can react Jacob plucks the pin holding her hair into a bun letting it fall about her shoulders, "You've such pretty hair, my girl, no need to keep it all bunched up. And stop scowling, yes I've a bit of trouble with the winds, but you don't have to show it on your face all the time! There now, smile, smile, a little more, there that's it, like a sun peeking from behind a cloud!"
I had a great time playing with this group. Hopefully we adventure again at some point down the road. Until then you're all welcome to pass the rainy days in Jacob's bookshoppe, just wash your grubby hands before handling the books!
"See there, nasty thing, meant for killing it is!" Jacob mutters a prayer as he fuses over Izzy's hand.
"Nasty thing that, meant for killing!" Jacob scowls at the glass dagger. "Come on boys, grab that trinket and sheath it good, it has a wicked feel about it. Hmm, perhaps that library has some information about this crystal blade? Yes, yes, certainly that would be the location I would keep such tomes."
"Hmm, releases the dragon from whisky you say?" The belt works its magic and everyone is quite sure that no one said anything about dragons or whisky, but Jacob is already on to the task of pouring a capful from a hidden flask and watering it down from the fountain before taking a long sniff. "AAhhh, yes, yes, very nice, almost a smokey essence." Sipping gently, the bookseller finishes the capful of spirits.
"Foolishness, drinking from strange fountains in Dungeons! Not for me, no thanks, not when I can create all the clean fresh water anyone needs! I say, the lot of you had best hope you don't turn into newts!"
"Bah, riddles are for the Young folk at taverns and the old codgers at festivals, no proper place for them in dungeon delving I say!"
Jacob prudently steps behind Zinny, being sure to keep her between himself and Hugo. "I say lad, that may not be the wisest of decisions! Surely that fountain hasn't been properly maintained these last few years!" With dread and fascination, Jacob waits to see what, if anything, happens to the big man.
"Hmm, looks like a painting by that famously eccentric fellow!" is all Jacob can manage before Zinny deftly aligns the shapes. "I say, well done lass!"
"You there, old man, that's no way to greet travelers! Badgering them with questions and what-not before even offering a proper introduction, all while threatening them with 'Rooms of Death' and such nonsense! Here now, an eclipse, the right side of the boat, and the astral plane are your first three answers. Now tell us where this foggy room leads and I'll provide the second two answers."
Though Jacob claims he'll give the next two answers, the magic of the belt warps his words and it's clear to everyone in the room that he doesn't know at least one of the responses.
"A belt, for me? I daresay my pants are staying up fine all on their own!" Jacob displays the frayed bit up rope serving as his makeshift belt. "Well, I suppose maybe an upgrade could be useful. I'll wear it, if you insist." Once the belt is on, Jacob attempts to further proclaim that he didn't need a belt, but fails miserably.
Jacob looks at the sequence, but doesn't say anything.
Planking under the arm of Hugo as Tomid inadvertently kicks him in the head, Jacob considers the relative weight of the party being hoisted directly above him. "I say lad, impressive and all, but be careful not to tumble over and drop this lot on top of me!"
"A fine job indeed! What trouble to protect some stiff gloves and a ring, I wonder what's so important about them?"
"Well done lad, well done!" Jacob beams at Hugo. "Ahhh, Mithral! Finest metal known to mankind! Here Tomid, let me help you with that." Jacob assists the halfling in donning the armor, cinching a belt extra tight to tuck in the loose material. "Colored marbles and translucent cubes upon stone chests, the mysteries of this place never end! Try two of the marbles in the divots, maybe the yellow and red marbles, see if the cube glows orange?"
"Seems like a reasonable suggestion, maybe if we talk loud and slowly it will understand us easier?" Jacob joins the action with exaggerated arm gestures, "P F F FFF T , pfffft, PF FFFT!"
"Look here, that thing is speaking to us! Wants to know where we wish to travel, or may it go back home. Well, we can't rightfully take a trip if we can't give it directions? Then again, it might be to another hidden library!" Jacob looks to his companions for their opinions.
"What, speak with that? The water tube talks?" Jacob squints at it, then calls out a quick prayer to enhance his comprehension of the creature.
"I won't be able to speak to the thing, but let's see if it's speaking to us. HO THERE WATERY FRIEND!"
"What a bizarre place! That library was the only normal room we've discovered. What's this, a transportation tube?" Jacobs looks curiously to the water column, but stays well back from the spinning shape.
"What a foul place, torture chambers, bound demons, what else could they possibly be hiding down here?" Jacob stays out of the room as Tomid searches it, still mindful of his experience with the last trap.
Leaning forward to get a better look at what Tomid is doing, Jacob stares directly at the trap as it releases. Muffled burbling is all that can be heard from the book seller at he claws and pulls at the webbing enveloping his entire head. "Gu Thig Nah Fie Tap!" is all that can be understood from the man.
"Terrible taste, who would decorate with such filth!"
"Careful there, boys, keep your eyes open!" Jacob peers about the tunnels, looking for anything that seems amiss from their last visit.
"Zinny, dear, let me check your temperature." Placing his hand against her forehead, Jacob scowls and mutters for a moment, then mumbles a prayer to send healing energy through the woman. "Can't be having you less than your best, not with neer-do-wells threatening our hidden library!"
At the Crow, Jacob promptly takes a seat and orders a full meal for the group, "Potatoes and meat, potatoes and meat, and eggs if have them, fry up the bacon good innkeep, these folks deserve a feast! Rescuers they are, saved me from the clutches of those dastardly folk we just put in the prison cells! A toast lads, no hour is too early, 'To the Inquisitive and Kind, To the Strong and Brave, To the Stout and Stalwart, to You, Lads and Lasses, for Saving me!' Jacob downs his entire mug and looks about for some crispy bacon, "Such cruelty, trapping a man there with no food, must have been an important place for them to hide."
"Fascinating! To imagine this was hiding down here all along! Certainly some of the books must discuss this room, I've research to do!" Jacob looks quite pleased with the prospect of spending hours pouring through the library, but his musings are interrupted by a rumble from his belly. "Energy is required, a full country breakfast, nothing less, eh big man!" Jacob nudges Hugo, assuming a hearty breakfast will receive full acceptance from him. "Quickly, let us secure our treasures, eat well, and return to investigate these new findings!" The captives seemingly forgotten, Jacob is ready to hustle back to Daggermark with the few tomes he's secured from the library.
"Leave, already? This fine library can't be abandoned without the proper exploration of these texts! At the least we must cart the lot of these books back to my shoppe before we cart off some neer-do wells to uninterested authority figures. I haven't even finished the first shelf!"
Jacob is absorbed in the comfy library, already cataloging the collection. "Another wonderful compilation of fairy tales, good stuff this, these kind of books sell for a shiny coin!"
The moldy tomes forgotten, Jacob pushes past the others and giggles with glee at the well appointed library. "Amazing! Fabulous! This is Treasure my friends! Forget about gold and silver, or silver and gold, here is true value!" The book seller pours over the shelves, his attention going every direction at once.
"What's this, a shoddy bound book? How out of place for this..." As Jacob grabs the book it tilts in place, releasing the latch and revealing the hidden room behind the wall. "Many secrets in this area, very strange, very strange indeed."
"I say lad, looked like your trying to miss it there a few times, I don't belive I know that technique, very curious, very curious indeed." Shuffling forward, Jacob places a hand on Hugo's forehead and mumbles a few prayers.
"Feeling better lad?"
"Hmm, what a strange place this has turned into, what with secret doors and black stone what-nots and aggressive statues. What purpose could this serve any good folk?" Jacob studies the statue, looking for clues to its meaning.
"The purpose of this thing escapes me, but I don't think I'm the champion." Jacob eyes the massive stone sword warily.
Jacob does his best to unfurl an old scroll to use for a wall rubbing on the strange carving, but before he can even find something suitable the secret door is revealed. "I say lads, your cleverness exceeds yourselves, very talented indeed! Have you ever worked in a book shoppe?" Following his newfound companions, Jacob scuttles along after them into the new chamber.
"I say, what secrets could be worth hiding behind this door?" Dropping the armful of books onto the shelf in the old library, Jacob turns his attention to the secret chamber along with Tomid.
"Those greedy little buggers! Kidnapped me at night when they had all this gold already! Humph! How much can a single man need? Those coins would keep a family fed for a year!" Clearly disgusted by his former captors more than ever, Jacob takes a wary step back as Zinny starts swinging the club about the room. "Careful there, don't be knocking our heads with that thing."
"I say, what's this garbage, a trinket to evil!"
"Hmmm, not sure which of the foul gods it may be, but I can look through a tome back in my shoppe, wonderful things, books, keeps our brains from overflowing."
Jacob had just donned the new found boots when Hugo stumbled through the secret passageway. Forgetting, for the moment, the remanding gear, he tromps over, pajamas and boots in a fashion faux-pas, and peers into the new area. "I say lad, mighty perceptive of you! Perhaps you'll have a job at my book shoppe, I could use keen senses like yours to keep those grubby handed children from soiling the fine books!"
Once the initial surprise at the new room passes, Jacob will turn back to the gear and outfit himself with the available items, selecting the leather armor and heavy wooden shield. "Ha! Like a hard bound book I am! Let's see those dastardly buggers beat their way through this thick hide!" Jacob thumps his own shield, with much less force than any actual attack would impart, and stands proudly in his claimed fortification. "I say, are those scrolls, maybe the ones I found for those nere-do-wells?"
The healer's kit he'll pack away without thought, as a second nature action for the inner-nuturer that resides in Jacob.
"Pity's sake, we can't let the lad burn, wouldn't be right!" Mumbling another prayer and waving his soiled book at the boy, Jacob sends water washing over him. "Remember that kindness, boy, it's more than you and your friends showed to me!"
Round 2 "You, sir, shall have nothing more to say or gesture in regards to the arts!" Jacobs waggles a moldy tome at the half orc, "I've had more than enough of your shenanigans!" Still waggling the moldy tome, the book seller intones a prayer and violently shakes the dilapidated book at the half-orc.
Round 1 Jacob shuffles forward to the doorway , perturbed that his captors should be so close while trapping him in that awful room. "I say, how do you like a little discomfort, hmmm?" With a waggle of his finger a gallon of frigid water dumps on the head of the half-orc. "I'm of the mind to give you the old water torture treatment, very nasty indeed! Teach you hooligans a lesson about stealing people away in their pajamas!"
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