"How long has your family lived here, Frantino?" Roscoe asks. "That's pretty convenient to have a place we can stay here."
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"A place to stay sounds nice after that long voyage," Roscoe says to Gregory. "Have this kid hail us a carriage," he suggests.
Roscoe is glad to arrive in Magnimar. He talks to Corla one more time as they enter the harbor. "So what are you gonna do now? If we let you off the hook--how do we know you won't use that against us later? What can you offer me? Help me help you."
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As Gregory heals the unconscious Corla, Roscoe finds comfort in the fact that he had already bound and gagged her. He watches Gregory do his work. "Well, it was nice knowing Nasir. He was useful before he disappeared forever. Heh. Well, what should we do with her?" he asks, rolling Corla over on her back and then propping her up into a sitting position.
Roscoe watches as a few of his companions vanish, and he's left completely at a loss for what has happened. He tries to call on his archmage spirits to tell him what has happened.
Once Roscoe secures Corla he searches her, then drags her toward the others. "Well, I'm still trying to piece all of this together--so much isn't making sense. You're cursed," he says to Viralane, "That's your brother," he says to Frantino, "And this enchantress is messing everyone up," he adds, pointing to the unconscious Corla. "But--how is this all connected?" he asks, not really understanding.
Roscoe takes a section of rope from his pack and moves to tie up the now-stable Corla. He also checks her for any gear, especially any material components he might keep from her grasp. Finally, he finds a piece of cloth to act as a gag. "If we're going to get some answers out of her--first we need to secure her. She's dangerous!" he says.
With his spells seemingly off-target, Roscoe tries dividing a spell among all the remaining images of Corla. "Quit your trickery!" he exclaims.
Roscoe's quick eyes catch the hidden weapon being drawn. "Betrayal!" he shouts, and quickly casts magic missile on Corla.
Roscoe shudders as the voice berates him. "Sheesh! Get a grip! You want a free ride in my mind you gotta behave! Still--thanks for the information. That's helpful." Turning to the others, he says "It appears there is not an ambush waiting for us on the island. BUT--it seems that someone on this ship is working against us. That appears to be true." He shrugs. "Who would that be? And why?"
Roscoe looks at the nearly depleted water with a frown. "This all seems a little too--orchestrated," he muses. Pointing at his temple, he says "Perhaps the ancient magic of Thassilonia might help us," he says. "I mean, I have access to some of the most powerful archmages that have ever lived. Maybe they can help us figure out what is happening." He sits on his knees and closes his eyes. "Oh wise archmages--" he begins. Karzoug. "Karzoug. Help me divine something with your powerful magic--is there an ambush waiting for us on that island? Also, is someone on this ship working against us?"
The whole idea of stopping at the island, and how Lady Viralane knew the water was tainted, seems suspicious to Roscoe. "If she knew the water was bad--why didn't we change it out before we left?" Roscoe queries. "Let me see the water--I'll be the judge of tainted water."
Upon the start of the day, Roscoe performs his traditional seance, and invites any of the magically-inclined to join him.
Once on the boat and under way, Roscoe is curious as to what happened to the water. "Indeed--how did you discover the water was tainted?" he asks. To Doc, he says "Now if you could figure out how to summon wine instead of water, we could sell it and earn a lot of coin," he says, greed glittering in his eyes.
Roscoe looks down the dark hole. "Alright, people. Listen up. I'm in charge, so everyone do what I say and you'll survive. Come with me if you want to live." Roscoe grabs a rope and begins climbing down.
Roscoe grumbles incessantly at the lack of a feast, but eventually goes to sleep with his stomach growling. In the morning, he tries to determine which spirits he might commune with as they prepare to go down the well. I am becoming more and more powerful--Thassilon will rise--wait--what?!
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"I agree we should wait until after we eat and sleep," Roscoe says, his stomach growling wildly. "Like--after a feast!"
Roscoe takes the scrolls the group has allocated to him, but shakes his head at the leather armor. "That's awfully big for me, isn't it, friend?" he asks.
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"That sounds like a good plan, Frantino. Put Roderic to rest--like we've planned all along. And perhaps we've all had some riches added to our pocket--I seem to be a little short-changed, but I'm sure we can remedy that in the final settlement."
Roscoe looks around the room frantically, but can't see anything. He prepares to cast magic missile whenever the creature appears.
"Show yourself!" Roscoe shouts, again casting guidance on Frantino.
"What is it!? Where'd it go!?" Roscoe exclaims. He casts guidance on Frantino, not really having a way to see the hidden creature.
Roscoe looks past his taller allies, trying to take the scene in.
Waking up in the morning, Roscoe can feel the spirit of this place. A spirit of riches beyond measure. More. I. Want. More! Roscoe nods and begins his seance. "Anyone want to join me?" he asks.
I'd say if you really want that item long-term, Ayita, then go for it (because otherwise we only get half value). That said, if it's not a big priority, it may be better to sell it. A little gold goes a long way at this level.
When Porter offers 1500 gold for the feather step slippers, Roscoe pulls them back from him. "Not a chance, I'm afraid. It appears you don't have the coin to offer market value, and if that's the case, we'll take them to someone who knows how much they're worth." He eyes the magic item and runs a finger down the tread of the shoe. Roscoe assumes a conspiratorial tone. "Say--did you hear what the wealthy are doing to stop thieves? They're installing these glue traps that keep you locked down until the authorities can get there. That's why these slippers are so great--you slip right out of that like it's not there. Or any other impediment for that matter, like the sheriff's manacles." Putting the slippers in his backpack, Roscoe says "Well, if you change your mind and want a crack at them before we take them to Riddleport, let me know."
When Frantino discusses selling things to purchase better equipment, Roscoe nods. "You're speaking my language--the language of gold and platinum," he agrees. "Don't tell me we're going to have to pay that ferry to go back across, too!" Roscoe worries, clutching his coin purse.
Roscoe agrees with the others that it is time to go back to town and recuperate. Plus, there is all that gold to divide! Where there's some gold, there's more! More, more more! "We barely made it through this place. We ought to get these two back to safety and come back once we're better-equipped," he agrees.
Once most of them are gathered in the same room, albeit on different sides of the force wall, Roscoe says "There are some--well, they didn't sound very friendly! Some people that are probably bad over there. I'd guess at least several of them." He considers their options. "I think we should get on the same side of this force wall and rest. It might be a little squishy in here, but it's probably as good a place as any."
GM & Nasir: Silently, Roscoe complies with Nasir's suggestion and touches the rune.
GM and Nasir: Roscoe extinguishes his own light, and also puts his everburning torch in his backpack. He tries to be quiet, but ventures a whisper. "Do you think we've made it over to the stone house somehow?"
Roscoe manages to get himself into a most difficult predicament. "Ahhh! Get me out of here!" he exclaims, unable to go forward or backward.
Roscoe tries to determine if it would be safe to step through the tear himself. "Alright--let's see how badly this hurts," he says, thrusting his hand into the tear.
GM: Roscoe watches as Nasir vanishes. There must be some way to get through to the other side. Maybe that rune does something different. Instead of touching the rune behind him, he thrusts the javelin he'd been holding into the flickering force field, his face grimacing in anticipation.
Roscoe looks at the goblin corpse with some concern, then the runes on the wall. "What do you think, Nasir? Is this something we can activate? Like, is there an order we need to touch them in or something? Or, do you think we need to do something with that javelin?"
GM and Nasir: Roscoe looks around as he tries to figure out where he is, feeling momentarily disoriented.
"Well, we're not dead," he says, elbowing Nasir in a friendly manner. "That's a start, right? But we seem to be trapped." He picks up the javelin the goblin carried, unsure what it does. "Well, this either killed her, or she meant to use it to get past this flickering wall. Any ideas how to pass it?" he asks. The halfling looks around for any levers or secret doors, or anything that might help them at this point.
Roscoe watches Nasir vanish. "It is as I expected," he says, something tingling inside him. "I trust this will work," he adds, and steps through himself.
Roscoe nods, claiming some of the spirit's power as his own. "We just need to step into the circle--it will take us where we need to go," he says with assurance. "I will go first if no one else wants to--but there could be something on the other side."
Something about this place briefly looks familiar to Roscoe. Karzoug. He is the most powerful of the Runelords. The halfling shakes his head, unsure where that thought came from. "Something inside me knows how to get in there." He looks carefully at the circle.
Roscoe shudders as he examines the old structure. "This place gives me the creeps. If I had a pick I'd start tearing these walls down, almost!" he exclaims. "Alright, is everyone okay to keep going? If so, let's form up and move out!"
Roscoe nods as Nasir mentions continuing forward. "I guess we can--I just worry we're running out of healing ability. If there are more this strong, we could be in bad shape. But if everyone wants to keep going, let's go."
Roscoe raises an eyebrow at the tale. "Wow--you're lucky to be alive, for sure," he adds. "Did you ever get a good look at what they're excavating?" As the others talk, he says "We really need to rest, too."
Roscoe nods slowly at Frantino's theory. "If she did that, she's really smart. Why don't we wake her up and ask her," he suggests.
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