Nalverren chants once more over a trinket to infuse it with spell energy.
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"We have the cargo, let's set sail now!"
Having finished imbuing a makeshift wand, Nalverren immediately sets the magic to use. He summons forth a battleaxe of pure force to attack the ropes holding the crate up off of the deck. "Captian, raise the ship ten feet now!"
"Smash the foot ramp! Prevent them from storming!" Nalverren starts to imbue an item with magical energies. DM: How do you feel about the spell Curse Terrain (lesser) placed on an arrow? i'm also considering Spiritual Weapon and Silent Image for spells to use.
"Escape quickly. Gather others and keep eyes peeled."
"Sounds good. I'll grab the others and head to the ship, or do you have a more expedient means of contacting them from here?"
"Well, I'm persuaded. I'll talk to the powers that be and get this crate taken where you want it. I'll need a solid map of where you want the drop off, and the ship cleared for immediate take-off as well. I guess I will meet you back at your office in an hour or so?"
"I've heard that one before. I need to know what I am getting into. I'm not one to judge morally or anything, I just want to know in case I have to fudge a little something here or there. Honestly, it sounds like you are having an issue and we are your out, you just have to meet me halfway."
"Right, so what's the gig then? I know you said no questions asked, but I have questions, and I'll still take the job. I just wanna know what I'm stepping in."
Heights: "Well, it's more of what you can do for your old associate _______ , he just hates to see adventuring types stuck in an immaculate, if droll, mountainside pris... er, city. He, and by extension we, were hoping that you could find it in your heart to speed up the inspection and paperwork so that we could be on our way to someplace more dangerous and smelly."
"Something wrong there? You look worried."
"Perhaps, though I can't imagine we could convince a self-righteous old prick to go out of his way to let us leave when he has us here where he wants us. However, the worse he can tell us is no."
ive got nalverren at 18,057xp+3822
"Yeah. it's definitely nice. Makes this place a little less lame. That song sounded cool, but I didnt understand it. What was it about? Old war hero?"
"Honestly, I'm surprised that no one has done anything about a band of dwarves just capturing nearby travelers for no purpose. It's like a soft form of piracy."
Nalverren mutters to Bokehn briefly about wanting to torch the place, half-jokingly, before they reach the bar.
"I trust we will be given vouchers for meals and board due to the inconvenience of your bureaucracy? After all, you wouldn't want us unwilling tourists to be telling everyone we were imprisoned, eh?"
Nalverren, having no authority on this ship, remains silent on the matter.
"We are headed to Regalport," the Brelish human says, "We had no dealings with bands of orcs and plan no dealings with anyone other than landing in Regalport. I tire of the wilds, I need a nice city with a nice bath, a nice bed in a nice inn with a nice fire and nice ale."
Nalverren does his best to appear nonthreatening.
"Hard to dock ships where there are no towers, but swinging around and coming from the other side might not be hard. I assume there are appropriately misleading papers for this vessel."
Nalverren accepts the hat of disguise, wand of sending, and the box of ampoules. "Thank you." Turning to Cole, he says, "The hat would still be useful to you, so as to appear like a drastically different warforged. Otherwise, no matter our individual disguises, our enemies could trace our group back to anyone that hangs out with you."
Nalverren looks around, clearly impressed and with the air of a kid in a candy shoppe.
so I will take my time to craft those things
"Ah, excellent." says Nalverren as he rises to his feet.
Are we still looking for the sort of magic items we were before?
itll be a bit until i can level up as i have guests in town and i am generally slow at that task as a general rule. I will rectify as soon as possible.
I still need more time to handle that stuff. i have guests coming over for two weeks and the wife insists I do my share of cleaning.
to be honest i am not sure we finished that, i certainly didnt apply anything i was supposed to have made. i believe (if memory serves) we were in something of a time crunch and i didnt have time (plus people were being famously noncommittal about what they wanted). it'll be a few days IRL before i can go back and check for sure, so if someone wants to dig up the facts for me, i'd be much obliged. otherwise, i will do it by a week from now probably.
Nalverren strolls over and grabs some of the grapes, popping them into his mouth as he listens to the others. "Well, it sounds like you knew what we would encounter down there. Teprin certainly did. So we conversed with your quest in the chamber of prophecy. It would appear that what she said and what I saw of the prophecy confirmed our place in the grand scheme of things, at least in this potential thread of reality. The following puzzle pieces exist:" Nalverren continues, pacing and stabbing the air with a fork to punctuate each point. "One. We hold the key to the prisoner. Confirmed by intersection of prophecy seen below, and our death and subsequent rebirth."
Nalverren ceases pacing, the exhaustion suddenly very obvious. He sits in one of the proffered chairs. "It would seem that we are the ones destined to seal up the leak that has occurred. But we have no idea how to do that, really."
im not sure where i was on the front of making magical items. can we get some time to finish that if it hasnt happened yet?
"Yeah, I can't imagine a circumstance in which every fortress being attacked at the same time is normal or good."
He will then take a full round action charging up an item.
"A Bibilith. Poison bite, destroys armor."
"Let's get out of here."
Nalverren moves to AA15, drawing a flask as he does so and throwing it to AF15.
Nalverren moves to Y15 and directs his flaming sphere to AD16.
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