"Those look like clockwork leviatans." Seeing that Grergof has the adamantine flail ready she turns to the gnome. "Try electricity."
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"The monuments of Magnimar are special. They house kind of benevolent spirits, that give boons to those that practice an appropriate ritual in front of them. What is really the reason for that is still in debate. Magic, from Thassilon times, magic imbued by Adventurers back in the day, or divine gifts. Magnimar is even called the City of Monuments, because of those. But they normally don't glow." Tauriell explains.
"It is afraid of fire, but has a venomous bite and a slowing web." Tauriell shouts, adding "At least that is true for the normal sized ones."
"DEFINITELY NO!" Tauriell states and looks at the gnome as if he lost all his marbles.
She invites to a meeting, where all who were involved in gathering the shards are present. "I got one. And giving up on it is really not very appealing. It plays to my strength and there is nothing I could replace it with. To give it up for the greater good is a reason of course. But I don't see exactly how creating one artifact that only one person can use to be more helpful than seven artifacts and the matching seven people to it." "The runelords broke it up, because they didn't trust each other. It is not as bad with us, but whom would you entrust with the one powerful artifact, hoping they don't get corrupted?"
"You seem eager to meet those evil creatures. But you should meet two more people before you do so. First Mrs. Heidmarch, who is the sponsor of this endeavor. And Second Gwenhwyfar, because she is the one who can magic you there. It is really annoying to get there by foot. Abomentolor can tell you a thing or two about it."
"Like I said: It's not complicated. Smash them with a big stick until they stop moving. But Jimmy, our guy for that is occupied otherwise. And due to their resistance to magic and fire Abomentolor couldn't compensate for that."
"Did I say Dark Tapestry? Sorry, my bad. I meant the Abyss. The problem isn't as much knowing what it is, but a lack in ability to end it. Those qlippoths that are resistant to most things and immune to some. And either you are able to do a lot of damage at once, or you're in for a long fight while that thing throws magic at you that leads to confusion."
"I guess that pretty much sums it up. It's a simple fetch mission, complicated by the fact that there is always someone in the way. Mrs. Heidmarch is the sponsor of this expedition, on behalf of the pathfinders." Tauriell comments. "These some items are the seven shards of the sihedron, now known as the shattered star. An artifact created by the first ruler of ancient Thassilon. It was broken into seven pieces and each of the runelords had one of them. If one had all, I guess the sihedron could be restored." "As we have now proof that the runelords can return, it would be nice to have the artifact that was used to keep them in check back then. Also it is nice to have some of the shards. They are tremendously powerful. Not powerful enough to make a commoner into a ruler. But if you are a powerful person already, having all the shards would be a huge advantage, that no money can buy you nowadays. And we don't know yet what it could do if rebuilt." Tauziell pauses to moisten her throat with ale. "We got four of them so far. Some help would be much appreciated. These annoying monsters from the dark tapestry are a real pain in the ass."
"I admit that the impression of chaos depends on the circumstances. Here in Magnimar people reacted not as calm as you about Abomentolor doing lots of fire." Tauriell turns to Isabella. "An ale for me too please." "So, are you just here to drop Abomentolor off, or are you staying a while?"
Down the stairs comes an elf with the just out of bed look. She comes over to Abomentolor, gives him a boob hug and tousles his hair. "Good to have you back in one piece." Turning to the others she quickly musters them, then offers a hand in greeting. "Hi, I'm Tauriell. And you are Abomentolor's new aquaintance?" "I'm just wondering. Because you are who one would expect to come for him. Two righteous faiths teaming up to bring down chaos."
"Looks like I was wrong. He is fine, and left without telling us." Pondering the news for a while, she finally shrugs. "Whatever. Thanks for clarifying that."
Tauriell thanks Mrs. Heidmarch and leaves. But as Abomentolor stays lost Tauriell requests after another day the divination. It's not that costly, and after all, he could be in serious trouble.
"He disappeared, and no one knows where he is. That's not like him. Even if he got a crazy idea he would take someone along, and if only to have an audience."
As noon passes with no sign of the gnome, and with nothing better to do Tauriell visits the brewery to check if he is there. But he isn't. Then she walks over to the construction site of Jimmy's and Gwenhyfar's housing improvement project. Maybe some magic was needed to save the world there. But that isn't the case. Also, it would be either solved within minutes at most, or Abomentolor wouldn't be of any help anyway. For a lack of better ideas, she visit's Sheila. Tauriell can't think of a reason, why Abomentolor should be there, but she also couldn't come up with a reason why he was gone. When greeted at the door by Margaret she requests to see Mrs. Heidmarch for personal reasons. Once in her office she plummets into one of the armchairs. "Hello. You wouldn't know by chance where Abomentolor is?"
"I haven't seen him. Hopefully he didn't wander off in his drunken stupor to burn down the city." Tauriel takes a bite of the meal. "Mmmmh. Delicious."
The delicious smell finally lures Tauriell out of her bed. With half closed eyes she wanders down the endless stairs into the taproom and takes a seat at the bar. Looking around she finds that someone has to clean up the mess from last evening. But she is dead set on avoiding this to be her. "Mornin'. Where's Jimmy?"
Tauriell still lies in her bed at the top of the tower. With a pillow over her head to make sure that bright light from the morning sun doesn't burn through her closed eyes into her brain. The brew named after the fiery gnome was just too good.
"So, any plans for the rest of the day, or are we dawdling it away, 'til we can run into doom tomorrow again?" Tauriell asks.
"Hector is not really happy. He thinks that is girl's armor." Tauriell explains. "But it'll keep him safe, or safer, so it's fine."
"Great. I forgot the cold iron arrows. I'll be back soon." Tauriell tells and turns around. She enters the Excellent Order of Smiths again and returns a few moments later with the needed arrows in her quiver. "Now we're hopefully really done. Let's go back to Abomentolor's"
"I guess we're set. Thanks." Tauriell tells Torbin. "Til the next time."
Tauriel bites her tongue to not burst out laughing.
"Sounds good to me." Tauriell replies to Torbin. "It's elven chain mail. Not elven girl mail. That will fit your pointy ears nicely."
"We got this in exchange." Tauriell replies, pouring the spoils of war on the counter.
"Maybe you should change your line of work. You go as a tomb raider. But only to scry on the valuables and then teleport them out." "No fights no danger, just the statues magically gone to 'Jimmy&Gwenhwyfar's antiques' from one moment to the next." Tauriell offers her advice. "Come Hector, we gonna play dress up." she tells the half orc. She leaves with him to the Excellent Order of Smiths. ... a lengthy walk through town later. ... "Hi there again. I need this handsome guy packed into something nice and light and an enhanced tool of destruction to put in his hand." Tauriell expresses her wishes.
"If y'all agree and can go and see whot I can get for him. Maybe I get the customer-of-the-month discount." Tauriell offers.
"We'll see. These Inubrix arrows alone would pay for a magic axe. And this dagger looks expensive. Maybe that's good enough." Tauriell concludes after giving the stuff an appraising look.
"So, ... you could have put us at Lini's shop. Could sell that stuff and get some upgrades for Hector. And some advice about those Qlippoths maybe?" Tauriell tells. "I guess your non adventuring financial needs have to wait some more, til the abbey is cleared out and you can make an estate sale." she adds to Gwenhwyfar, as she clinges to the bag.
"Thanks for putting the only light away. You know, not everyone can see in the dark." Tauriell creates some dancing lights and grabs Gwenhwyfar's hand.
"Yeah, we could use a bit diversity in the weapons to overcome those resistances of this special enemies." Tauriell agrees. "I could use some cold iron ammunition too."
Tauriell starts losing arrows at the hag.
"How long do we get until that screamer comes here?" Tauriell asks.
"Nice turn of events. This other door then?" Tauriell suggests. She checks the door and if it's ok, opens it carefully.
"Abomentolor should be fine. At least he doesn't get burned. But if the salamanders use the Efreets wishes against us, we're screwed."
"One can try." Tauriell rpelies, checks the door for traps and when none are found, opens it sneakily.
"So, not that way. And be silent to not attract them." Tauriell concludes. "Door to the right then?"
Tauriell sneaks down the stairs.
"Just because my ears are bigger than your's doesn't mean I can tell that. Let's go down. And can we employ some meassures, to ensure we are the one with the moment of surprise?"
"That's easy. You pull them out of the abyss, slap them left and right and tell them to stay put and let no one pass, or else..." "The hard part is making them believe you are serious." Tauriell explains. "Are we going to do something about That other monster? Or are we going straight down?"
"You ok?" Tauriell ask Gwenhwyfar.
Tauriell also waits, to let Hector finish the beast.
"Hector, lead the way to the east." Tauriell tells the big guy.
"Let's move on quickly."
"Lets go straight to the point. Obviously, what we are searching is behind the locked door." Tauriell comments.
"I think you have lost perspective. Yes, they are very expensive. But they fly straight through iron and steel as if it weren't there. That's the death of the average city guard with a few arrows for guaranteed hits." "But you got a point. Someone goes to great length to keep everyone out of here." Tauriell comments.
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