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Over a plate of steamed vegetables and a glass of fine elven wine, Mythandor watched the exchange of Gash and Embra. Once the youngster had returned to the table he offered, Don't be too quick to judge those that chaff under the control of the Hellknights. While it is true that their presence has resulted in significant less banditry and other criminal enterprises and monsters in the surrounding lands, their methods don't justify the ends to all that call this fort home.
Mythandor points at the ring Gash has strung around his neck. That one is called Absolla and commands the powers of cold and ice. And that one, indicating the ring hanging on Sylvis' necklace, is called Ventus. She is associated with wind and air. If you choose to bond with them, as we did, I'm sure you will learn more.
Ah yes, the rings, Mythandor replied, spinning his own ring upon his blackened pinky finger absentmindedly with his thumb. In the simplest terms, they each contain the essence of a last of their kind entities trapped within the rings. We have a symbiotic relationship with them. They provide us some measure of ability, as well as speaking to us. Mine goes by the name Ignis and he grants me powers based on the element of fire.
The most obvious thing new about Mythandor was his new shield. He had been practicing the last week or so with it and mentioned he had now perfected the ability to join his spells with his sword strikes. The golem would have to wait, perhaps forever, as building one was well beyond his current capabilities. He expressed regret that Tagagashi and Suki had had to leave. Especially considering the circumstances. He hoped they would be well and promised to visit once the exploration of the Spire was completed. He tried his best to welcome the newcomers to the group.
Of course, Mythandor replies to Kip's suggestion as he follows the halfling out the door.
We shall see. I will accept full responsibility if it turns out that way, is Mythandor's reply. Feeling the discussion ended the wizard suggests a trip back to town to rest and resupply.
Satisfied that the bugbear is utterly defeated, Mythandor withdraws his blade from the creature's shoulder. I'm inclined to let you go. If we do, I insist that you leave here and never come back. And I don't just mean this tower, I mean this area entirely. You put many many miles between here and where you end up, and then double or even triple that. If we ever even catch wind or sight of you, you will not find our second encounter so forgiving. If you even think of disobeying this command, know that I will using magic to determine if you are adhering to this arrangement.
You know I'm a mage because I cast a spell at you. Did they cast spells at you? Seeing as how they managed to go down below I guess you aren't very good at keeping up your end of the bargain with Klarkosh. Mythandor says goading the angry bugbear. You don't know much, are terrible at your one assignment, having been bested by a couple of others, and who knows how many others, before getting a sound thrashing here today, and are now destitute and homeless. Are you sure you just dont want me to put you out of your miserable existence?
Plus another two mages he said, Mythandor corrects. With his sword tip still pressing firmly into Grulk's shoulder, he asks of his hostage, And how do you know these other two individuals were mages? Can you describe them? Doesn't bode well for them if they have been down there for weeks I'm thinking. And you have no idea what this "Klarkosh" is doing in the Spire? Do you think that he lives down there or is he delving the ruins the same as us?
Your survival hinged upon you giving us information. No information... Mythandor's voice trails off as he leaves the last bit unsaid.
If you pull at your restraints one more time I'll put my blade somewhere more painful than your shoulder, Mythandor states matter-of-factly as he repositions his sword to Grulk's throat. If you want any chance of surviving the next few minutes you better convince us that you have some worthwhile information to trade for your life. You nearly killed poor Suki here and that wasn't very nice.
Acknowledging Bamur's nod and once Tag is also clear, Mythandor pokes the tip of his sword into Grulk's shoulder, just enough to wake the sleeping beast...
Mythandor steps into the room and immediately picks up the bow dropped by their adversary. Should we tie him up and interrogate him?
On the ground in front of the door Mythandor's eyes pop open. My thanks dear friend! he says in a raspy voice. Rising from the floor he spies the snoring adversary through the narrow opening. Nice work Master Kip, he adds with a nod towards the sorcerer. I don't think I want you to have that should you somehow survive the next minute, he continues staring at the bow on the other side of the door. Scooping up his own dropped sword he stares at the bow intent on retrieving it with magic in a moment. Who wants to chop down this door?
On the ground in front of the door Mythandor's eyes pop open. My thanks dear friend! he says in a raspy voice. He rises from the floor and with another flick of the wrist a second handful of blue, red and yellow sand flies from his hand as he speaks magic laced words...
Mythandor springs into action as soon as Suki drops to the floor. Stepping quickly up the stairs to stand protectively over her , he unleashes one of his more powerful spells directly into the open arrow slit. With a flick of the wrist a handful of blue, red and yellow sand flies from his hand as he speaks magic laced words. The sand instantly turns into a burst of vivid colors that shine thru the opening and catch the hidden archer on the other side of the arrow slit...
As Mythandor followed Bamur and the others up the stairs, the wizard found the green stone to be quite interesting as well. No master dwarf, I don't believe I have, was his reply. As they ascended, Mythandor cast his cantrip that allowed for him to examine the Weave, his eyes briefly glowing blue, and focused on the glowing spire. Bamur's next remarks gets his attention back on the task at hand and redirects his attention to the door blocking their advancement.
Mythandor catches the tossed bag. I am sure it is just a simple light incantation placed upon a small object. They are quite common, but best to make sure, he says as he opens the bag to confirm his hypothesis.
Seeing the light erupt into the room, Mythandor asks, What have you found Tagagashi?
Interesting, Mythandor thinks to himself. With an intricate gesture and speaking words laced with arcane power, the wizard opens his mind to the weave to confirm his suspicion. After his examination, he returns the parchment to the scroll tube and places it in his trusty pack. Anyone else find anything of significance?
Mythandor passes the wand to Bamur, explaining what it is, and how to activate it. When the others have deemed it safe to do so, the wizard approaches the table and examines the various scattered parts and jars. Some of these might come in handy, he muses out loud indicating the automaton pieces. He then plucks the scroll tube from the table and slides the contents out for examination.
Mythandor removes a wand from the goblin's remains and gives it a thourough examination...
Mythnador's attention returns to the goblin that Suki blames for her behaviour. A spell caster of some sort most likely. Don't beat yourself up Suki. Magic can make anyone do strange things. Mythandor again speaks the words of his magic detecting cantrip and carefully observes the goblin in question.
I will see what I can do. We will circle back to collect its bits and pieces once we are ready to leave the tower.
Mythandor uses his cantrip to search the bodies for magical knick-knacks.
This construct is all that remains of an "Emerald Automaton". There are, or were, quite common in the Spire from what I understand. This one seems to have been repaired by these goblins. Quite impressive actually, although I was concerned when it started to spark and spasm... In any case, what remains of it could fetch a handsome price. Or perhaps we could look at attempting to repair it ourselves.
Mythandor looks down upon the fallen automaton with a mixture of curiosity, and concern.
Mythandor gets his first look at the curious adversary facing his comrades before moving to assist , slashing at the peculiar thing...
Mythandor doesn't even bother to look down as he efficiently stabs his sword down into the unconscious goblin's chest at his feet, and twists.
Mythandor bursts into the room and makes for the goblin he sees before speaking arcane words of power, causing a spray of vivid colors to spring from his outstretched hand, bathing the two goblins in the multi-colored light.
Mythandor follows right behind Bamur.
Mythandor nods at Bamur and follows him into the hallway, overtaking his slower companion.
Mythandor continues to wait for a valid target.
Mythandor stands, sword in hand, ready to attack should a hostile target present itself.
Mythandor stands watching Suki and Tagagashi at the door.
Well if something waits in ambush behind that door we can try the other door and perhaps ruin its plans.
So we have two unopened doors to deal with. The one in the barracks, and the one in the room with the tables. Does anyone have a preference?
GM: Mythandor is already thinking of solutions. Do you require flesh and blood to bond with or could you bond with animated objects. A golem for example?
GM: I would be lying if said some of this doesn't make me uncomfortable, but then, you already know this. Are we to remain in this state for the entirety of my life span? I think this goes beyond "helping" and strays into "hijacking" if I am being completely honest. Is there a manner in which we COULD separate? Would you resist if I tried?
GM: Pleased to make your acquaintance Ignis. This arrangement will take some time to get accustomed to. Can you take full control of my body or mental state?
Mythandor watches the ring blacken the pinky finger of his left hand. Fascinating, is his only remark as he turns his hand over, examining the ring from every angle. Calling upon his arcane knowledge and using his spells he tries to determine anything he can about his new symbiote.
Mythandor nods before drawing his own blood and depositing it upon the box along with the others.
My question would be, what is the long term plan? If we merge with you, when and how do you separate yourself from us?
Mythnador looks at Tagagashi, then to the young girl, and then back to Tagagashi.
I know not what the markings are but the box is protected by magic. I advise caution.
Mythandor raises one eyebrow as he listens to Ruby's explanation...
Mythandor joins the others gathering in the newly opened room. He nods in greeting. I am Mythandor and my Dwarven friend is Bamur.
Mythandor stands in the hallway.
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