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It may not matter much, given the pace, but I'm going to be away and pretty much out of contact for most of the next week. Moredrel isn't going to start a fight with these guys, pretty much regardless of provocation. He'll back the rest of you up if necessary. Or at least supply communal mounts if we try to flee.
In Draconic: "If you want to know something, ask. It is an affront to us to enter our minds uninvited."
Thoughts: Moredrel's mind is full of curiosity and wonder: Elemental spirits? But who is this usurper? And what are these so-called gods? The Dragon God? The powers of the South my patron spoke of?
draconic: "Spirit, we did not intend to offend. We are travelers from afar and knew nothing of your presence or agreements. The Dwarves suggested this path to us.
We know nothing of this usurper you speak of, but there are strange new things in all the lands and we dreamed troubled dreams on the slopes below the ice. May we know more?"
Until and unless someone else wants it, Moredrel will wear the cloak and bypass the saves.
No, I'm just not used to checking for PMs. I'm still around. If we're starting up again, I'm in.
Moredrel will give it a try.
If that second roll fails, he floats gently downward beside the rope for a moment before grabbing it and beginning to climb again.
Spoiler:
Feather Fall from the Flight Hex Eventually, he reaches the top.
"I could set a rope as well, but we might still want to look for a easier spot."
Moredrel is not doing well today. The cold and altitude affect him right from the start. By the time we reach the glacier he can hardly rouse himself to study it.
DREAM: "Of course I am yours. That choice was made long ago."
He pauses, trying to gauge whether the presence is listening. "What powers of the south? The dragons?"
As he realizes Krathok's tried the helmet on:
"Hmmm. If they're intelligent, can you try to contact then mentally? "
:: These are old. They may have been kept as relics for centuries. They probably belonged to famous ancestors of the clan. The runes may show that, but I can't tell what they represent. ::
:: Until we find out more about them, I'd be very careful about who we show them too. If someone thinks we stole them, we could be in a lot of trouble. ::
Moredrel will gladly examine the sacred objects (and had been planning to do so from the initial description).
:: I wonder why these were given to us? Unless they're standard equipment for the average nomad family? :: Edit: Written before that last posting.
Moredrel is showing the strain. Shivering and frostbit from the start, he's breathing hard near after a couple of hours. Stopping frequently to try to catch his breath.
Beyond that: :: Well, I thank you for taking the load. I am not built for burdens. :: If Moredrel can find a couple extra potion type vials, he'll take those along. Then he'll thank Hroar again and head off towards the ridge.
GM:
Moredrel will give him few moments to keep sniffing around and then urge him to return. Brywyn: At last, someone I can understand!
Before you send us away, you must believe what I saw. The one my friend grabbed, who ran out of the courtyard was in disguise. He could have been anything. I recognized the spell he cast. It was a physical change, not an illusion. Your priest should have been able to see the magic on him, even if he didn't identify it. I tried to follow him out, but lost him when the soldiers arrived. We will go, if we must, but be wary. Your problems may come from outsiders, just not from us.
Well, that's extreme. He carefully moves down the street, slipping from shadow to shadow, completely unseen. Only to reach the corner and realize his quarry is nowhere to be found.
::Because we're strangers. It's always easy to blame strangers. That way they can keep thinking none of them would do it. Of course, the irony here is that it probably wasn't one of them. And that they let him get away. But we may not have lost him completely... ::
:: Kjolmar, we're going to lose our spy if someone can't talk sense into these guards! You are going to teach me Dwarven when we get the chance. :: :: Krathok, if there's anything you can do to stop him without starting a fight with these idiots do it! ::
Unless Krathok has a better idea or the dwarf moves to stop him, Moredrel will turn back to the courtyard to rejoin that fight.
If he's within 30' or can move to 30', he'll give the elemental the Evil Eye (Will DC 17, Saves). If he didn't have to move, he'll Cackle to extend the Eye.
Moredrel curses into the collective
I assume he headed out the bottom edge of the courtyard, essentially past me. If so, Moredrel will take time to cast Mage Armor before following him, since I'm not going to attack a dwarf in the courtyard.
Since no one else seems to be and he's concerned, Moredrel is going to stay focused on our changeling. Regardless, there's nothing he wants to attack him with yet, so he'll skirt the edge of the courtyard, trying to stay out of the elemental's reach, to M10.
Moredrel steps towards the doorway, casting Enlarge Person on Orion as he passes outside. He tries to keep his eye on the imposter while his familiar follows the imposter out and does the same.
But the poor fox is almost stepped on in the confusion and loses track for the moment, while Moredrel, despite the distraction, happens to have a clear line of sight.
Moredrel has been trying to stay focused on the imposter the whole time so he doesn't react to the fire in time and gasps in pain as the flames wash over him. His fox dances neatly out of the way of the heat, using dwarves for cover, but still manages to help keep Moredrel pointed at the right dwarf. I assume the dwarves holding him let go, either burned or rushing out.
:: I can't see it without casting a spell, which I don't think would be a good idea right now, but I watched him cast it. He was trying to hide it, but I could see what he was doing. Tell the fool of a priest it's a transformation, not an illusion.::
:: It's not an illusion, so most of that won't work. Detect magic will show he's under a spell and even the school. That would help. Detect evil might be interesting. ::
:: It shouldn't last more than a few minutes anyway, unless he's very powerful.::
Moredrel was by the window, but when he saw the casting, and saw Orion start to move he would have been moving away from it towards them. DM:
I assume that's the effect I'd expect if he was renewing an Alter Self about to wear off?
Into the collective:
Moredrel stops moving, raising his hands slowly, holding them open and being careful not to do anything that could be misconstrued as a casting gesture.
:: Kjolmar, if you would translate for our hosts. :: "Wie ben jij? Waarom wilde je om jezelf te vermommen?" Camthi: "Who are you? Why were you trying to disguise yourself?"
DM: Watch him and get a good look when he's done at what he looks like now.
:: They are hurting it, but I think it's just a conjured thing that they've lost control of. They do seem to want to keep us from finding out what's going on though. ::
Spoiler: :: What are they saying about a foreigner? Do they mean us or is there someone else here? ::
:: I don't know. Something strange is going on here. I would like to learn what they're doing. We need the dwarves aid, so if they don't want us to help, it might be best to stay out of it ::
How far from the windows we're looking from is the creature?
::It's a fire elemental, but something's been done to it. The metal isn't right. Whoever summoned it up must have been experimenting. I'm not sure why it's acting like this. It should be almost mindless.
Moredrel will continue to watch for now.
Moredrel has been watching through the window, trying to identify the creature.
Do the windows open? Are they big enough to fit through?
As he doesn't speak dwarven, Moredrel will ride along in silence, watching the riders and the streets.
I'm not sure anyone ever claimed the hammer. I don't have the Cloak, though we were talking about passing it around to anyone who needed the warmth.
Then I'll summon a pair of light horses. "They should last for about 4 hours. Hopefully, plenty of time."
"They're mounted too. I don't know if I'll be faster. They're just regular horses. Anyone want to come with me? Or go without me for that matter?"
"I have no stealth, but I can supply some speed if necessary. I can summon horses for all of us for a few hours.
"If the dragon god already knows we're here and has troops ready to find us, we'll not escape them. It's more likely Urrax told his son we were lost and he sent them. Perhaps more importantly, we won't survive long out here without aid, whoever they are."
I'm still thinking about spells. Is there any chance of meeting other witches I can trade spells with or am I going to be stuck with just the 2/level?
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