"Bryan, Vorty, Vali, these are the people I was telling you about.
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Back out in the courtyard, Miralda calls you over and introduces you to her friends: (Indicating the mixed elf guy, who looks like he hasn't bathed in a fortnight, or had a haircut in three score. He appears to be carrying a stringless longbow, and has a dog with him -- maybe a yellow lab or something -- that keeps randomly "popping" in and out of existence) "This is Bryan Arnathson, called 'the Ghost Wolf.' He's the greatest sniper archer who ever lived, and I think he's psychic, too!" It's disgustingly obvious that she dotes on this guy. (Indicating a brooding, black-bearded hill dwarf in light armor, who is busily drinking an ale; he carries a warhammer at his belt) "This is Vortigern, our friend." The dwarf nods and says, "Friends of friends
(Anyone who speaks Dwarven realizes that the lines, in that language, would rhyme). (Indicating a blonde elven woman, who wears plate armor and a white tabard. She has a snooty expression and frowns at you with what appears to be a mixture of puzzlement and disapproval.) "This is Valisandra, who comes from the same village as Bryan. She just got back from Northwind, and now she's a real paladin! Isn't that exciting?"
Otis' half-mindless grin never wavers; it's clear he has no idea what the spell does.
Miralda points out to the villagers that placing a holy symbol on the front door will keep the vampire from simply knocking and dominating whoever answers. With that done, and the windows and shutters closed and barred, everyone should be safe unless thet venture out.
She looks at Cricket, freshly-returned from his bath, and says, "You are a shaman of greater powers than I am a wizard..." To Caspian, she adds, "And you no doubt have great stores of bardic lore to draw upon..." "What do you guys think?" She then turns to Kelgan, Wyvurn, and Jaegr. "And, with those answers in mind, what do we DO?" Then her mind catches up with her thoughts and she adds, "And, given the strength of that thing, we probably need to make sure Otis doesn't turn into smoke or dominate us or whatever and steal it, because I don't like to think where that leaves us."
"This is undoubtedly what the necromancer seeks. I have some idea of what it might be, but I would hear from our arcanists. Certainty before speculation, as I previously mentioned." Miralda touches the egg and concentrates on her detecting magic. After a moment, she shrieks and reels in her chair, falling to the floor in a faint. She manages, weakly, to pull herself back up and gasps, "I'm sorry, it's... overwhelming. I've never felt necromancy magic so strong."
Miralda shrugs. "He's no use to me, then." She thinks a second, then adds, "But don't wood elves go for burning people at the stake or making them run the gauntlet or some other suitably barbarous spectacle?"
When Herr Burgomeister turns aside to shake someone's hand and maybe kiss a baby, Miralda squeezes Caspian's hand and whispers, "We should somehow get news back to my cousin sooner, rather than later. If he hears nothing I fear he will do something rash, like march on the necromancer's keep..."
Miralda accepts the items and concentrates on them.
"This murderous little pick is imbued with simple magic to make it strike deeper and more accurately." She lays it aside. "The crossbow and bolts are inert junk, as are these boots... let's see his gloves... yes, the gauntlets have some kind of transmutation spell; they probably make the wearer stronger, or a better hammer thrower, or something along those lines." She concentrates quite awhile on the chainmail hauberk. "There's a lot of abjuration magic on this. I think it's been magically treated to make it harder, but it also seems to make the wearer hardier as well, and might also exert a slight effort to deflect blows from itself." Finally, she walks over and lays her hand on the throwing hammer. "Master Kelgan, I don't know if our captive was feeding us tales, but this hammer is not magical."
"Master Kelgan," says Miralda, "And Jaegr and Wyvurn and Caspian and Cricket, I am of course very much in all your debt for helping to bring Lissa back to Fenrift Keep, but I wonder what our next move should exactly be. Meseems we have an invisible captive with us, and possibly also a vampire still running about. That said, I should like to get back as quickly as possible, as it seems we've been gone overlong."
"If he happens to tell you where his spellbooks are, I'd sure like to borrow them..."
After the party evacuates the collapsing building, Miralda looks to make sure the rest of the village won't be set afire. "They made this big, clear area all around the place," she says, "So I don't think there's much danger."
Miralda, not wanting to get too close to the melee and also not wanting to risk hitting one of her allies, uses her wand to cast a magic missile at Obmi. The damage is miniscule, but at least it's more or less guaranteed.
Miralda assumes Cricket and Wolvie can take care of the gnome, and she focuses on this new threat. Having had poor success with her wand, she attempts to put the shield-bearers to sleep (DC 13):
One of the two shield-dwarves slumps to the floor, snoring.
Seeing an opening created by Caspian's victim and Jaegr's attack, Miralda steps to the side so as to avoid shooting Jaegr and fires her wand at Keak:
She correctly gauges his actual location, but even wounded, the skinny elf is agile enough to avoid her bolt of force. Wyvurn is pleased to note that Miralda's marksmanship is practiced enough to ensure that he runs no risk of being struck by an errant bolt from her wand.
Miralda takes advantage of the gap in the line of defenders and fires a bolt of force at Keak:
Miralda, realizing her sleep spell was mostly useless, angrily points her wand at the other guard.
Her precise shot feat enables her to avoid striking Jaegr by mistake, and the bolt of force from her wand disppears into the sky. She curses the brightness of the sun and sulks.
Miralda finally breaks free of her grief. Incanting and waving her hands, she attempts to put the bandits to sleep:
On seeing the little girl, Miralda cries out, "LISSA! Oh, no... O Winged Lady Fileet, have mercy!" She starts crying inconsolably.
Miralda stuggles to slide down safely.
DC 5 for a rope with a wall to brace against.
Luckily, the water breaks her fall somewhat, and she comes up, sputtering. "I'm okay!" she cries, standing on tiptoe to keep her nose and mouth above water.
Miralda yawns.
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Eager to be helpful, Miralda starts spouting all kinds of trivia about the funeral rites associated with the Church of St. Cuthbert, and what the inscriptions on the coffin mean, and the differences in wording of the funeral incantation depending on if the priest is a member of the Order of Stars or the Order of the Chapeax. Eventually she says, "Cuthbert's church doesn't put dirt in coffins, but vampires have to have a handful of soil from where they were buried: that's what lets them move their coffin elsewhere and still use it -- the symbolic link to their original grave site maintains the link to the Negative Energy Plane, if you want to get technical. If there's enough soil, I suppose a vampire could theoretically have multiple coffins, with a handful in each one. So I'd guess that soil is from the village churchyard, although I don't know anything about agronomy and can't actually identify it or anything useful like that."
The rustic dwarf's healing skill is unorthodox, but highly effective. Miralda regains consciousness, gags down a gulp of brandy, and coughs, "I... I'm okay. I have no idea how you did it, but I feel fine now." Unsteadily at first, but with rapidly-restored balance, she regains her feet and smiles weakly.
vs. earlier channeling (oops!): -> 6 damage
Sickle: "Weak auras; maybe transmutation and necromancy. I don't like this thing, and don't even want to touch it anymore." : "In addition to being a weapon, I suspect it's an unholy symbol -- probably Nerull or some other malign death god." Wand: "Enchantment magic of some kind, but faint, as if it's not fully charged. : "OK, I can see it now. It's got a hold person spell matrix in it, and enough energy left for maybe 16 castings." Vial: "I have no idea, but it's not magic. Poison, maybe?"
Miralda uses her wand, point-blank:
Miralda doodles some symbols on the barn door and says, "This might not work, because a door is not technically a person, but hopefully it will keep the zombies and hyena-thing from battering the door open for the next couple of minutes, while we decide what to do with them."
Miralda Initiative:
Miralda shrieks as the barn door opens. "Kelgan! Close the door! I can put a spell on it to keep the zombies in!"
"Three curses, is what they said: the boar, the vampires, the bandit army or whatever. But all of them have the same source: this necromancer, so dealing with him should take care of the others, or so it would seem. We've opened our escape route by slaying the boar, so if we can avoid the vampires altogether and get out of town before the army shows up, we should be in good shape, I think! That said, let's get back to town before nightfall..."
Miralda studies the amulet, then says, "It has several weak auras of abjuration magic."
"I'm guessing it's an accursed charm that provided a minor boost to the beast's resistances and toughness of hide."
Miralda is amazed and relieved to see Wyvurn alive. She's still in mild shock, especially when contrasting this 2-round fight with her long, protracted standoff with the ogres earlier. "Is combat always like this with heroes? The enemy attacks, one of you falls, and you pull out all the stops to slay it in haste before it drops another? Somehow I never thought it would be so sudden. There's no time to think!"
Miralda's eyes are opened wide in panic, making her look a bit less alien. With a shaky hand, she points her wand at the boar and discharges it with a shriek:
A malevolent gleam comes into the boar's eye as it prepares to charge the elf girl, perfectly willing to be split open by Kelgan's glaive in order to do so. Slowly, it gains its hooves and begins to move... to be blasted in the face by a bolt of force. It looks for a moment like it's about to get up again, then finally gives up and collapses into the mud. Miralda also falls down, shaking.
Miralda attempts another bolt of force.
Miralda:
And misses.
Miralda, standing in the shadows, plays it safe to add +1:
Miralda's eyes widen as she listens to Wyvurn's counsel. "So, we never need to worry at all about the kechs, or the wood elves, or getting lost, or anything... Wings of Fileet! That's brilliant!"
To the bartender: "Good sir, is there a place in town we can find respectable lodgings, suitable to our status?"
"One thing seems certain: I do not believe the boar will come here into the bar and allow us to kill it. Almost certainly we will need to go find it and do that deed ourselves."
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"Kechs aside, there might be wood elf patrols near here, and they might be of more assistance?"
"How are we going to do this? Simply wandering out into the woods might attract the boar, but will more likely get us molested by kechs or simply lost."
"I was born in Hirschwald, but my woodcraft is only basic at best -- certainly not up to the task of outwitting kechs and tracking sentient boars. So if we're to do this thing quickly, I fear I'll be of little assistance."
Miralda thinks, then says, hesitantly, "There's a mystery here that I'd like to solve, but I don't want that to be just my curiosity speaking. You folk are people of action, more than I am. But if the boar truly keeps the village cut off, and we can deal with it swiftly, then it seems to me we need only evade the vampires, not destroy them yet, as we figure out what is going on here and find whatever it is that Anasovin lost. If we can get it quickly, and there is no boar to stop us, mayhap we can escape with it and get help before this army mobilizes and arrives? I know not. What say you, friend Jaegr? Kelgan?"
(Holding up new handbag) "Ya, so like, the guy who MADE this stuff? He's like, TOTALLY a wizard. (And he had like the cutest name EVER! He's like, Vesucchi, or Versache, or something?) Anyway I'm, like, wow! Of course I totally buy the purse, right? I mean, duh, who wouldn't! And it turns out I can fit, like, TONS of stuff in here. I think it's like, magic or something."
Seeing Cricket go in, Miralda follows. One of the farmers -- the one who didn't spout anti-gobbo stuff -- whistles at her, and she examines him as if he is an unknown form of insect life. Walking up to the bar, she says to the big guy, "A bottle of Emerald Celenian Quatre Etoiles, '52 if you have it, and six glasses, please."
Initiative:
Miralda obviously was on the alert, rather than paying much attention to whatever she was supposedly doing at the time of the attack. A magic missile from her wand fizzes into the ghoul that Cricket struck, felling the creature.
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