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Hi EltonJ can you please mark Nim as inactive? Thank you!

Happy new year everyone, hope you had a good holiday season.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but unfortunately I don't think this is the right game for me and I will be retiring Nim. Sorry to start the year off on such a note, but I think it better to say something than nothing. Best wishes to you all.

Nim finished her drink and hurried to follow them.

"Or maybe there's a town hall?" said Nim.

"Oh I think we can count on treachery." whispered Nim unhappily. In a normal voice she said "I propose we try to find like minded folk who are willing to step up. We need to patrol our borders and keep the forest safe."

Nim was thinking ahead, she knew the orcish army was coming if not exactly when. Without scouts they would likely be upon the city before anyone knew what was happening.

Happy Birthday!

Re DarkSun well on athas elves raid other elven tribes to claim/steal wives, I can't imagine WOTC touching that with a bargepole. Also halflings are cannibals, which I'm sure somebody will be offended by. Then there's all the slavery and Muls and so on.

Nim fidgeted with her ponytail as she cast her mind back to the history books, had that happened?

Kn: History: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

It's too bad Dark Sun is "too problematic for modern audiences" to ever see the light of day again.

"So..." Nim said to Deleran, "If leadership has so comprehensively failed in its duty, I'd say it's time for the citizens to stand up and organize our own defensive border patrols. What do you think?"

There's a good reason I'm not playing D&D, even though it's what I grew up with.

Nim blinked in surprise, "Oh hi Luile, glad you made it here."

An edge crept into Nim's voice as she said, "So basically you're saying that if a disaster was to happen, Myth Drannor would be completely unprepared. That is unacceptable, something has to be done."

At the back of her mind she wondered if this situation hadn't been engineered somehow, a few well chosen agents in high office plus general complacency after centuries of dominance was a bad combination.

"Oh dear..." muttered Nim softly, "History is littered with fallen civilizations usually preceded by a period of stagnation and decay. Still maybe something can be done, although I fear it will be painful. We found banites here, we can count on there being more in Myth Drannor, we shall have to root them out."

When Kemian doesn't answer immediately, Nim replied "We're traveling to Myth Drannor as it happens. Is there any news of the fair city, I've been away a long time."

Nim places some coins down on the counter and she asks "Chicken and rice with some elven wine sounds good. Please send enough over for everyone at that table and er for Deleran too."

Once the tab was settled she wandered over to where Kel was talking to Deleran and said to Kel, "I've ordered dinner." And to Deleran she said "Well met sir. I'm Nimrodel, alas I've been away from the fair city for far too long."

She wondered could this be an opportunity to warn somebody of the upcoming danger, but then she thought about how mad that might sound.

Meanwhile Nim finds the inn keep and says, "My companions and I are hungry, we're looking for something filling. What would you recommend?"

So Nim's a bit too shy to introduce herself to Deleran, but I'm wondering is there anything else we're supposed to be doing here?

Kn: History: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

"Good job." murmured Nim, "Not sure I remember much about him either, he was after my time..."

Going to assume the others are seated with Nim at the table.
Hoping to be subtle, Nim indicates the stranger with a slight head gesture and a slight quizzical look. Hopefully somebody more empathic than her could determine if they had a situation on their hands.

Nim nods and heads off in the direction of the big oak.

Assuming the direction is obvious.

Nim climbed the stairs and walked into the bar where she ordered a glass of elverquisst before selecting a table. As she savoured her drunk she briefly studied anyone else in the bar.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

I guess we need to interact with the other NPCs and make gather rumor checks etc to see if anything unusual is happening. Given enough time it will I'm sure.

Nim chipped in, saying "Thank you sir. In the next day or so, if possible please."

Nim mentioned to the constable, "Sir it's probably obvious but the librarian's words imply there's other followers of Bane around. Please be careful."

To the others she asked, "So what now then?"

Now the initial excitement was over Nim considered for a moment if the term 'sleepers' meant anything in particular to her.

Kn: Arcarna: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Kn: History: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Kn: Planes: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

"So what next?" asked Nim, "This was disturbing, but it seems we've dealt with one problem. I wonder if there's more issues here, or if we should push on to Myth Drannor?"

"The ring is a ring of shielding" replied Nim, "A boon for the wielder if they get into a fight."

Is there anything unexplored here?

Was Nim able to identify it with that spell craft roll?

Nim watched what Calardanion was doing and urged caution, saying "Wait. Let's make sure that thing is not enchanted..."

Nim softly chanted the words to a cantrip that would allow her to visualize any magic the ring might, or might not have.

Casting Detect Magic

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

"I'm all for religious tolerance, but having Baneites is about as welcome as a termite infestation in a treehouse..." muttered Nim.

"No. But she seemed convinced that her dark god was sending an army, and that everyone must choose sides. Well, I for one have chosen, we all have." replied Nim.

Nim suddenly piped up and said, "We don't know, but the librarian claimed she watched over them."

Nim meets the eyes of the constable the others fetched and she points out, "A shrine dedicated to Bane..."

I am just about. The idea of this campaign is really neat, the pacing however is a bit on the slow side for my taste. (And yes I appreciate not posting often slows things down)

"If we rest I could attempt to dispel this magic, but it's far from certain I'd be able to." said Nim who was of the opinion this shrine was far too dangerous to leave without out taking action.

Nim pointed out the demonic statue and said, "We should probably destroy that."

Nim kept her eyes peeled in case there were any surprises on the way...

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

"Lets get this over with... " remarked Nim who wondered what sort of guardian the shrine might have. Clearly they were going to have to destroy it, lest it poison more minds.

The Librarian had shrugged off Nim's first spell, this would never do. Frowning, she concentrated on another spell and with a word of power she flung a pinch of ground mica from her spell component pouch. Suddenly the air around the Librarian was filled with a roiling cloud of sticky golden particles which stuck equally to clothes, skin and eyes!

Casting Glitterdust. The librarian and any imps in the area of effect need to make a DC 18 will check to avoid being blinded.

Is it possible to cast Glitterdust hitting the librarian and maybe some of the imps, but not hitting any players?

How many enemies are we facing now? The librarian and some imps, any more? Sorry I've lost track a little.

A wand of missiles, thought Nim as she fished a tanglefoot bag out of her holster, Could be worse. With a highly sarcastic tone she quipped "Woah there pardner! I think you need to slow the heck down..." She then whispered a word of power and the very air around the librarian seemed to shimmer and congeal as Nim manipulated the temporal flow around the mad woman.

Using preferred spell to sacrifice fly to cast slow on her (or any other visible enemies) with a tanglefoot bag as a power component. DC 20 Will to negate. If the spell lands, she's considered to be entangled. Rules for tanglefoot bag here.

Nim rolled 33 on a spellcraft check before, did she figure out what the wand was?

GM Did Nim notice any magical auras when she cast detect magic?

Init: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Did Nim notice any spells?

"It does sound that way..." remarked Nim softly from behind the others, "And telling us really makes no sense..."

She started to wonder if the librarian was under some kind of compulsion, it was either that or she was utterly mad and drunk with the certainty of her power. There was one way to be sure, Nim softly cast a minor cantrip that would reveal any magics at play here.

Casting detect magic and concentrating at first on the librarian, if nothing the wider area...
Spellcraft if applicable: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

"Why are you telling us this?" demanded Nim sounding incredulous.

"Ahem, Bane and Tiamat will conquer all of Cormanthyr,"

Nim thought about replying, but in the heat of the moment she never had the words to put it elegantly. Instead she glanced around in case there was imminent danger, was this a trap? If not what on toril was going on here? Was this Shalindril a fool? Surely no cultist in their right mind would out themselves to a group of strangers unless they felt supremely confident.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

"Apparently so." replied Nim a little acerbically. She glanced at her companions as if to say, is nobody concerned about having a book devoted to an evil god in this library?

Not really sure what to do here to progress the plot. GM perhaps a nudge might be helpful?

Nim scanned the titles and remarked in surprise at one, "The Book of Bane? Do you get much call for that sort of thing around here?"

Not really sure what to do here, only Strigh I think saw the imp and they've not posted since. So we're dealing with an unusual setup here on the ground with a basement but apart from that and a bad feeling about the place there isn't much to go on.

Nim takes a closer look at the books to see if anything interesting was written on the spines. She doesn't attempt to touch anything however.