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*frustrated noises*
"That may be best."
"I suppose Omar and Nastarok need to make that decision, as they've seen the inside of the little city." He turned to the pair. "What say you gents?"
"Yes, unfortunately I didn't think to prepare spells for friendly conversation. I thought we'd be fighting hordes of monsters. Nonetheless, I will translate if we want to sneak in as a group, now that we now the layout of the town."
Wilhaim shakes his head at Grooklepop. 'I never did understand him...' He thought to himself.
Wilhaim grins.
"Okay, Nastarok, prepare to experience what it is like to not see your own hands and feet for a while. It's a rather interesting experience. Wilhaim walks to Nastarok, and casts invisibility.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. Omar and Nastarok, you guys scout the area. I'll provide you with whatever spells you like, and if you need us, Grooklepop and I can run in. If you need us to be sneaky, I'll use the remaining spells on he and I to get us safely inside. Pick your poison."
"Let's do some reconnaissance then." He rifles through his spellbook again. "I can make one of you invisible for over fifteen minutes, and another invisible with a stronger magic, but that will only last for a little over a minute and a half. I can turn myself into a nondescript animal as well. Lastly, we can fly in; most people never look up all day, unless they have cause to do so."
"I say we avoid it, not that I like having enemies at our back, but what if they are genuinely innocent people?"
"The way I cast it allowed for four hours of protection for myself, and five for each of you. I haven't recast it for today, due to it's limited duration, but I'll do so now. He casts Communal Nondetection on the party.
"He is asking who we are. What shall I tell him?"
"Frankly, Grooklepop, powerful wizards scare me as well, largely because I know what wizards are capable of doing."
"Is this place unnerving to anyone else? There is enough normalcy to make me slightly complacent...yet something is missing, which in turn sets my nerves on edge. Also, I could have sworn I heard someone speaking in Draconic...."
"Ugly rest, perhaps then?"
"Agreed! I'll take the first. I want to examine the fire, and still get a full night's sleep. You know we wizards need our beauty rest, especially us Half-Orcs!"
Wilhaim happily examines the fire from a magical perspective, looking to compare it to the previous campfire.
"You're all so pleasant to travel with..."
Wilhaim advances to Nastarok, although he obviously shares Grooklepop's trepidation.
Wilhaim will grab one each from the Arcane and Religion & Mythology sections for some light reading later.
Wilhaim will examine the books as well, using Detect Magic.
"Those swords...they...they are strong magic. Really, very powerful things. Be careful with them. He gulps, and calms himself.
Wilhaim yelps from the light he see emanating off the swords.
Wilhaim quickly casts detect magic to ensure nothing is missed, and then jogs over to the group.
Wilhaim, shaken, nods to Omar. "That was a Worm that Walks. Hard to kill, and evil as sin. Well done gents."
Wilhaim, frustrated his spell didn't work, lets out a roar, and quickly casts a spell. Another beam of energy flys out of his hand, though this is a sky-blue beam that leaves silver sparkles in the air as it passes.
Wilhaim gasps, and readies himself for combat.
He casts an offensive spell, aiming for the strange man. A beam of sickly green-brown light arcs from his extended finger, shooting at the man in the air.
Wilhaim smiles. "Now pray tell, Sir Grooklepop, where would be the fun in that?" He chuckles.
Wilhaim will fall down the hole, and use his Overland Flight to stop and hover about ten feet from the ground. When they get near the ground, Wilhaim casts Feather Fall on Omar. Once Nastarok is within sixty feet of the ground, Wilhaim casts his Heightened Feather Fall on him as well.
Wilhaim smiles. "I promise, good Nastarok. I'll even use my more powerful magic, if you'd like." He turned to Grooklepop. "My apologies, good sir. I'm glad you have the capacity, as I am loathe to cast my spells until needed." He quickly explains to the group that Nastarok and Omar just need to run off the edge. He'll catch them near the bottom.
"Looks like we need to get down there. Let me see what I can cook up." After quickly rifling through his spellbook, Wilhaim's eyes perk up. "I can grant one of you the ability to fly, and use my magics to catch the other two of you safely at the bottom. Who wants to freefall for several minutes? It might be fun...."
Wilhaim chimes in, "I'll handle this one." He proceeds to fly over and see what is on the other side, and then a ways down the whole. Maybe 20-30 seconds worth of exploration.
Wilhaim sighs. "Alright, then. We'll do it your way. When we see doors, we'll kick them down. I'll..uh...just be back here, at the rear of the party. For wizarding reasons."
Wilhaim moves to examine the writing. He murmurs, "Hush Grooklepop, this could be a clue to what's coming."
Wilhaim speaks up. "What do you see, friend Nastarok?"
"Nastarok, while yes, I am quite educated, I can't be expected to know everything. Tell you what. I shall make a vested effort to try and study these monsters. In exchange, Grookelpop needs to stop turning them into shredded lettuce, so that I may examine them." When the suggestion to move on is put forward, he chimes in, "Indeed. Lead on gents."
"Nastarok! What was that thing???"
Wilhaim, watching all this unfolds, takes s deep breath as he realizes his companions can't distinguish the illusion from reality. So it takes him a second to realize combat has stared in earnest. He eyes the battle warily, deciding if he needs to assist.
Wilhaim gets into a defensive stance, and waits with bated breath.
"Yes, let's. Nothing to report, so far.
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