Wilhelm draws his rapier as he shuffles past Hiram and Terrill. As he dodges around Terrill, Wilhelm ducks down and makes a try to tumble through Nicasor's space to flank him with Terrill.
Wilhelm wipes some of the muck from the plant creature off of him, but quickly follows behind the others. "Yes indeed, let us make haste!"
As the party begins to float in mid-air, Wilhelm panics but does his best not to show it. "Hey- wha? How?" is all he manages to get out.
He watches Terrill throw Bizzle across the hall, then Hiram create a note out of thin air. Wilhelm decides to take his chances with the whip/solid note combo.
"Splendid work, Hiram! This seems quite useful indeed."
With the mirror shard in hand, Wilhelm follows his companions into the fray. "What a hideous thing! My word, I don't think I've seen anything like it..." He slashes with the mirror shard.
Wilhelm shrugs his shoulders, "Looks like one of us will need to lead our man Terrill around then. Good woman, we shall let you out once we have dealt with this Nicasor. Where can we find him?"
"Madame, I assure you that not only will we not harm you, but we can certainly help you! Why, we're Pathfinders and can grant you certain luxury - so much better than this mirror plane. Help us, and I will personally speak with Master Aram Zey himself to see that you are justly rewarded!" Wilhelm does his best to keep a straight face as he lies through his teeth to the woman, to help get her to comply.
Wilhelm winces at the arrow's sting. "One good deed deserves another." He wanders into the mist following Bash, drawing his rapier as he does so. He takes a stab at the creature that shot him.
Wilhelm shakes his head a bit as he comes out of his daze. "Indeed that was a strange encounter! But by Jove, you fellows really put your all into it, didn't you! Ha-Ha!"
Wilhelm sheathes his rapier and notices the silver daggers. "Ah, silver! I hope you don't mind if I take up one of them?" he asks the group. Though without waiting for a response, he snatches up the silver dagger.
"Well... is there anything else down this way?" he wonders aloud as he makes his way to the end of the hallway.
"Hiram, I think, has the right of it. 'Twould be bad form to disturb the sweet bride's resting place, don't you think?" Wilhelm stays close to whoever has light.
"My friend speaks truly. See, the Baron - in a misguided attempt to ensure his power - sent some poor souls to meet an unfortunate fate with Nicasor - the man in the mirror."
Wilhelm's fingers lightly touch on the mirror shard given to him by the Baron. "So miss, we humbly ask your leave to go about our goodly duties this day. We would appreciated it ever so much."
Wilhelm is taken aback a little by the apparition, but decides to try and speak with it. "And you must be the bride of Zon Kuthon? Pray tell me miss, we seek entrance through this mirror... if you don't mind, that is."
Wilhelm looks up from the book, "Well Fredrik, it doesn't seem to say. However, I hear tell that the Society has a tapestry in its possession that allows one to step into another plane of existence. To access it, one merely walks into the tapestry. I don not know if the mirror would function in the same way." He turns to Bash, "I agree that we should outfit ourselves as you suggest."
He sets the book down and seeks out the baron, "Your eminence, are you able to enlighten us at all as to how one enters this mirror-world prison? Also, you had mentioned that the mirror is cracked - you wouldn't happen to have a shard of it kept somewhere, would you?"
Wilhelm finds a book entitled A Beginner's Guide to Midnight Mirrors by Dumbledore Kenobi. He reads a passage aloud.
"Midnight Mirrors are magical prisons used by the church of Zon-Kuthon to punish those who offend the church and its god. Each is an extraplanar prison within a mirror in which the prisoners never age and are trapped for an eternity of torment. The midnight mirror in the Boroi family's possession was broken centuries ago, and now functions differently than normal.
"The command word to retrieve a prisoner from the plane no longer works, and the mirror leaks shadow essence from the Plane of Shadow into the Material Plane. Unlike a normal midnight mirror, the broken specimen in the basement of Boroi Manor allows two willing subjects on opposite sides of the mirror to trade bodies (as the magic jar spell by simultaneously toching the mirror's surface. Such a switch lasts indefinitely, or until the two subjects switch souls again through the same process.
"The only way to destroy the midnight mirror is to enter it and kill the physical manifestation of the magic item's consciousness with a shard of itself from the Material Plane. Doing so will cause the prison plane to break apart and disgorge all living creatures and items originally from the Material Plane through the shattered mirror back to their plane of origin."
"Ah yes, your lack of shadow - that couldn't have been more obvious." Bluff, Skilled Liar:1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 1 = 28
Wilhelm mutters to whoever is closest to him, "Wait, how does one capture a shadow?" forgetting that the party had fought shadows just the night before.
"Well, I shall help. I've certainly done some foolish things in my day. Still, my foolishness didn't involve making deals with some kind of strange shae creature in order to pursue unjustly-gained status and riches. But... c'est la vie!" Wilhelm offers the baron a wide smile.
"However, perhaps I should stock up on more oils of magic weapon if we plan to navigate through some magical mirror-world."
"Sir, Wilhelm Scream at your service. No - I know what you may think, but it's not a nickname. Well, Hiram here has the right of it - we are looking to help in any way we can. What sort of light can you shed on the goings on here?"
Wilhelm helps out Hiram by asking around in Shade Row and gather some information. "Why yes, I was part of the group that rescued that family down the road. Oh, it wasn't an easy fight - but I managed...Say, if there really is anything you can tell us, we'd really appreciate it."
Diplomacy:1d20 ⇒ 11
Shopping List:
1 flask oil of magic weapon -50 gp
2 flasks of holy water -50 gp
An "oil" version of a spell is the same as a "potion" - correct?
Wilhelm recovers in the morning, joining the others while rubbing his eyes. "Some things are still a bit blurry, but at least I can see!" He sits down and removes one of his rations - chewing with little savor.
"Hmm, a peculiar coincidence indeed Terrill. Tallowthroat..." Wilhelm's voice trails off in thought. "I agree with Hiram - the fetchlings would be a good lead to follow up on." He checks through his equipment briefly.
"Perhaps we could find a shop in town to procure a bit of oil of magic weapon or perhaps some holy water - if we find ourselves up against those nasty shadowy things again."
Karpad doesn't seem that big, so I'm not sure what would be available.
Wilhelm feels around in his coinpurse. I certainly have enough to pay, but do I really want to? How am I ever going to save up? As Hiram volunteers to undergo the procedure paid for with his pain, Wilhelm's mind is made up. Well, I'll just look weak if I don't follow Hiram.
"I also will offer up my pain to your god," Wilhelm declares and holds out his trembling hand, waiting for the priest's guidance.
Wilhelm slides down with his back still to the vat, ending in a sitting position. "You were going to be...sacrificed?" His unseeing eyes flail about wildly in their sockets. "This is just beyond the pale. Wha-? I just don't know..." He sits sullenly, with his hands limp at his sides.
"If I could just see. Excuse me," he leans over, attempting to face the rescued folk, "where might the local chapel or temple be? My brother-in-arms and I must seek a cure for our blindness forthwith." His spirits pick up as he focuses on this one task to complete.
Wilhelm sticks close to the vat, calling out to the others, "So... Just Hiram and I are blind correct? Well, I daresay this is not something I was expecting... Does anyone know how to go about reversing this particular condition?"
"Wha-? Wait! What...Where did everybody go?" Wilhelm keeps his rapier lowered and waves his hand around, feeling the round edge of the vat and deciding to stay put.
Wilhelm is just able to dodge Ilquis's dagger slash. Seeing the lurker shift around, Whilhelm does his best to keep his advantage. He moves himself between Ilquis and the vat, setting up an opportunity to flank with Terrill.
Wilhelm rushes around to put himself between the wall and Ilquis. He shouts, "Terril, Bash - one of you team up with me to help take this guy down, flank him!"
He readies an attack for when one of his allies is flanking.
Wilhelm smiles at Hiram's suggestion. "Ah yes, capital idea sir. When we have completed our good service here, we shall partake of strong libations indeed - and the first round will be my treat."
While Terrill opens up the door (hopefully without getting fried), Wilhelm draws his rapier and makes a few flourishes and stabs at the air. "Don't worry lads! Should we find ourselves facing more corporeal foes, I shall deal with them thusly. Ha-Ha!" His rapier strikes through the air, though not demonstrating any particularly remarkable skill.
Wilhelm speaks up, "Hey-o. When it comes time for you two to get healed up, I hope you won't mind if I pay, or at least pitch in. I was horribly useless against those things and you all did such a fine job of taking care of them. Least I can do."
Wilhelm takes a look at the ring, "Ooh, this looks nice - magical you say? Hmpf. I wonder what it'll do? But I'm not gonna wear it blindly."
If no one else wants it, he'll place the ring in his pack.
Wilhelm stands still with a sheepish look on his face, but before anyone can notice, he does his best to flash a grin.
"I seem to find myself without an enchanted weapon. Still, I shall stand ready to give you the moral support - cheer you one and keep your spirits up!"
Yeah, it's funny how Wilhelm evolved. Originally, he was going to be a monk and be pretty much a straight-arrow for the Silver Crusade. But that changed for some reason - I don't remember really. I kept him as a Silver Crusade, but he's kind of on the edge of the organization. He's sort of has a Robin Hood ideal of justifying his little indiscretions if it helps the cause for the greater good.
Like with this coin - he'll happily put it into a donation box, rather than keep it for himself. He's a braggart, but he means well.
Certainly a single coin won't be noticed... Wilhelm thinks to himself.
Sleight of Hand:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Do a bit o' good with this.
Wilhelm manages to palm a single gold coin before locking up the box without anyone noticing.
"Candle of truth, eh? Well... yes that may be quite useful." Wilhelm's forehead beads ever so slightly with sweat and he keeps his eyes locked on the candle, wary of it's use.
