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Sarvin loads his crossbow and fires at the nearest goblin... attack damage
Sarvin will once again enlarge another ally... A ray of golden energy strikes Fleet Foot and expands him into a giant...
A golden ray emerges from Sarvin's golden hand and strikes Scipio, causing the man's body to expand noticeably...
Reporting for duty... Init The tiefling Sarvin lurks within the shadows, his trademark golden hand seems to glow ominously... Especially after hearing the singing...
GM: Knowledge: history
GM: Not quite a believer, I do believe that the evidence points to it but it is not absolutely conclusive... One way we can puzzle out the question is to figure out when it was built, from there we can extrapolate the political and military situation of this border between the two kingdoms. By doing this we should be able to deduce who had the greater motive to build it... What I would give for a Thassilion tomb of a high ranking official at this moment, from what I remember of them each and every tomb that was found contained the writings of those interred within. Old Light would probably not been left unguarded if it was a weapon of the sheer magnitude your suggesting, lets pull out some maps and read some books of Thassilion history and see what we can find... knowledge (geography)
GM: Where all the ambitious scholars begin, we learn what knowledge we have and what knowledge we don't... Once we know what we don't have we ensure that we get the missing knowledge... I believe that you have a point concerning the purpose of Old Light, to confirm that it was a weapon however we have to do several things... First is we have to figure out why they built it, what kind of enemy justifies such an enormous and we must assume powerful weapon? Secondly how did they exactly power such a weapon? Did they store all the necessary magical energy on site or did they attempt to decrease the chances of an accident by storing the necessary power somewhere else? And if they did that what did they use to store the power? These questions need answering... For I feel that old Thassilion in stirring, witness the Korvosa Academae... Every few years a student or someone else comes out an enchanter of far greater power then they should be, they all have one thing in common... The spells they use are remarkably similar in form and language to the spells of Thassilion...
@GM: Goblins, if but I could devise a way to turn them into gold I would be the richest tiefling in all of Varisia and I would be beloved by all... The nuisance has been taken care of, shall we turn to more worthwhile pursuits?
Sarvin under the guise of stealth will move back to the house of Quint, his dislike of pitchfork carrying mobs even when they are on his side driving him away...
Sarvin instinctively moves up to the top of the stone stairs in case anyone tries to pursue him for having "brought the goblins" upon them... He makes to hide and listen in on what happens next. stealth check
Sarvin moves up to Nante and touches his bow with a finger the hue of gold. The bow glows with sickly, pulsing runes of gold begin to glow upon it...
Sarvin once again unleashes a ray of sickly, golden energy... This time he targets Jovalson... Star eyes! Kill that Dog and help Fire Hair!
Sarvin points his golden hand at Krissina and lets a sickly, golden ray of energy rush towards her... Fire Hair, whack em!
Q4 or Q3 depending on how you look at the map...
Sarvin will move down roughly half of the walk way and fire his crossbow (Sarvin always keep its with an arrow already mounted) at the nearest goblin all the while shouting to both draw the attention of villagers and to distract the goblins... attack damage
why are you leaving Sarvo?
GM:
Sarvin pockets the spell book into his robes and speaks as he hears the scream... Now of all times...I wonder if goblins can be transmuted into gold? If so I'll be the richest tiefling in all of Varisia... Stay here my friend, I will deal with this nuisance... Sarvin will now head to where he heard the screams come from...
GM: My friend why do I get the feeling that this book has never done this for you...
GM: Sarvin will begin to peruse the library for the books in question... perception
GM: You need not worry about the mixing part, there are ways around that even if I am not around to help with it... First however we have to locate some book or stele concerning Thassilion alchemy, I know it exists but that is about all I have to go on...
that's right...
GM: Nonsense my friend, no one is truly magically "dead" as you put it, magic flows through us all and it can be learned although the methods to achieve this knowledge can vary from person to person. You may not find your knack with spells bit that may simply mean you are destined for a different form of magical knowledge... In Korvosa many folk ply the trade of alchemy, most are dabblers but some few learn the art and can achieve impressive results with it... Do not lose heart, if a tiefling can learn magic in the hellhole of Korvosa then certainly you can learn a form of it as well... As for what I am searching for of late I have wondered whether or not to try my hand in learning Thassilion alchemy. I know from certain texts and stele () that the Thassilions themselves especially those of my school of magic were exceptionally fond of alchemy. Yet some of their knowledge still remains, perhaps we can learn the art of their ancient alchemy together? diplomacy to convince
GM: Sarvin lifts up his own glass in toast and answers the question. Magic, a noble endeavor to sate a powerful lust, one that I know all too well. I seek ruins, tombs, artifacts, knowledge and above all else magic of the old empire. Magic is worth more then even gold and my desire for it is the fuel for my magic, I can tell you the secret to using Thassilion magic if you so desire... You might even learn how to use a bit of it yourself if you know how to work the old art...
GM: My good scholar before we begin to examine your fine collection and see what each other knows we need to eat and drink... I trust that we shall for the most part ignore the table manners of the "civilized"?
"points finger, unleashes ray of sickly golden light at annoying, poking dwarf... Dwarf shrinks."
GM: I bring with me bread and wine I assume you haven't as of yet had lunch?
Sarvin will pay for the wine and then head towards Quinks...
As Sarvin carries the loaves of bread he recognizes that it might also be a good idea to go about purchasing some wine or other fine alcoholic beverage...
I will be off then, I have matters of lore to discuss with Quink... As Sarvin heads off he will visit the market stalls for some good bread (like French bread etc...) to take with him on his visit to old light and his fellow scholar...
Knowledge (local)
Sarvin will eat his breakfast quickly and head out to find the scholars he was speaking with yesterday... perception to locate
fort Sarvin awakens and begins his morning studies before heading down to breakfast...
My fine Innkeeper would you by chance have some of the fine drinks of Korvosa available? GM, suggestions: here are a few drink names to inspire you and to use if this game ever winds up in Korvosa... Asmodeus's Temper, a popular drink among Korvosa's soldiers and diabolists... This black as night concoction is said to hit the stomach like the rage of Asmodeus... Devil's Irony is a drink so named for the man who first made it who reportedly said to his customers, don't drink too much of this fine ale otherwise things could go badly... The man needless to say got addicted to his own ale and died a pauper... Whore Queen's blend is a drink that never stays the same yet to most stays seemingly the same... Few know how it is made and would be horrified of they did... Whore Queen's blend is created via taking water and boiling it, then adding a mix of tart and sour fruit juices... Then to give the drink it's distinctive taste the beer from last night is added to it... Straight from the tankards of patrons who never finished it the night before, no one checks to make sure that this ale was not for instance spit in... Needless to say the drink is dirt cheap in more ways then one...
Left with nothing to do Sarvin calmly goes to the Rusty Dragon Inn to see if the hospitality will actually hold...
Sarvin calmly examined the man and said briskly, I have matters to attend to. I will also be going to this "Rusty Dragon" inn later on, I advise that you have your reward ready by then... I deal in gold and magic, not in useless "praise"... With that Sarvin goes out to find the scholars he was talking to... perception
Both of you keep a lid on it, while you bicker more goblins and perhaps worse things may plan their assault... Or over the sound of you two squabbling I will not be able to hear the screams of townsfolk who believe I am the reason the goblins have come... Knowing my luck of late they do believe it...
Sarvin calmly examines the runes which glow upon his golden hand as he speaks. I hope the people of Sandpoint reward their heroes with gold and magic a plenty...
Sarvin calmly points a finger at the axe wielding man and lets forth a pulse of golden energy that enters and strengthens his arms...
Sarvin points at the half elf and lets loose a pulse of golden energy to enwrap his arms and make the veins of his body run as if they flowed with liquid gold...
For the record half elf it was I who made you large and now I can make you a little better. Do you desire to be faster, tougher or stronger?
I am Sarvin, Thassilion scholar and practitioner of the ancient magics of the old empire...
Sarvin veers away from the stage and towards the man he had enlarged(), he points at the other man near him () and lets forth a sickly, golden pulse from his hand which flow into the man's muscles and make the veins in his arms appear a hue of gold...
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