"I wouldn't drink that, roach. But thanks for doing so.", Altai mutters. He leans a little forward, watching the insect intently while hoping the nasty little bug will melt, internally combust, or do something equally interesting.
The cockroach drinks for a good five minutes. It then skitters off, through a crack in the masonedwork of the wall.
"Disappointing. I'm still not drinking that, though." Altai straightens up. "It seems we've found The Alchemist."
No signs of foul play.
Ini Ezekeal Lo'geuy and Riese scans the room for any emanations de Magicka.
Detect Magic, looking for auras around the room.
The blue liquid that the cockroach drank definitely is.
"Altai you should capture a bug and see what happens to it after drinking that stuff".
Becton will give a check of the dead man to see if he notices any clear reasons for his physical expiration. Perhaps see if any objects he was holding, etc. become apparent.
"Altai you should capture a bug and see what happens to it after drinking that stuff".
"Ah wonder if'n it's booze."
Stig looks at it thirstily.
"Fightin' them skellies was lots ay wark ye ken."
Ini Ezekeal Lo'geuy and Riese scans the room for any emanations de Magicka.
Detect Magic, looking for auras around the room.
Detect magic gives 4 potions (weak) two are blue, two are violet, on the table to the east.
The ring on the dead alchemist's hand is weak.
The blue stuff in the bowl is strong magic.
Becton further examines the corpse. He can see no sign of trauma. From the way he was sitting, it seems he just slumped and died there, out of the blue. The body is years and years old.
The alchemist held a pen in his right hand but dropped it. He was writing in the open journal on his desk.
There's also a spellbook close by.
"Is magic here?" Gittik shudders in superstitious dread.
“Phew!” Beldan waves his hand in front of his nose, then looks around with interest. There could be a king’s ransom in this room and he’d never know it … who knows what those magical writings might be worth, or whether those bottles there contain valuable potions or old vinegar. Best leave this to the experts.
The rogue begins poking around the room, looking for anything that he does understand – gold, secret doors, that sort of thing.
Beldan finds no more doors, but he does find a pouch of 120 g.p.
Sweet. Is anyone recording party loot?
Sweet. Is anyone recording party loot?
Altai helps himself to both books, carefully wrapping them in a blanket before putting them in his backpack. "We'll take a closer look at these when we get back to Saltmarsh. Meanwhile, we can put the saucer's content in here", he says, pulling out the glass bottle he had intended to use for ectoplasm.
Sweet. Is anyone recording party loot?
Just to let you know, Altai--there's 4 more books, in addition to those two you nabbed.
"Oooh, look at those!" Altai picks up the extra bounty of books, only to realise that his weedy frame can't really support that much leather-bound learning. "Um, could someone carry these?"
Naah, he essentially is a skeleton, with dried skin over it. Nothing odd about it.
Naah, he essentially is a skeleton, with dried skin over it. Nothing odd about it.Your classic lich look.
I love stoking paranoia in attempting to assuage it. ;)
"There is 4 potions (weak) two are blue, two are violet, on the table to the east, the ring on the dead alchemist's hand is weak magic and the blue stuff in the bowl is strong magic. Don't touch any of them, I will see if I can find out more with my examinations"
I concentrate on the ring to try to determine the school of the aura, then the potions then the blue stuff that is by the guy who died 'out of the blue'.
You can roll, or do you want me to?
Did you also pick up the man's journal/book on the desk? That'd be my choice for study.
In any case - I'll be happy to try and pick up some books and place them in a sack for Altai. How much weight are we talking?
Also, Becton will also give the chalkboard the once over to see if he understands it any better. Spellcraft (1d20+3=22)
The books weigh some 2 lbs. each, so 8 lbs.
The stuff on the board--he was trying to amplify the effects of enlarge/reduce spells to an extreme degree using a blending of alchemy and spellwork. Trying to concentrate the dosages of potions, to amplify the effects of the magic somehow. Apparently, the chalk scrawlings point to a theory trying to attempt to "reverse engineer," if you will an extremely potent reduction potion from a successful....extremely potent enlargement potion.
Meh...Riese...the two blue potions and two purple potions--transmutation school.
The blue fluid that Altai bottled--transmutation.
The ring--abjuration.
Beldan looks around for giant cockroaches.
The ring is probably a protective device. The potions and the blue goo is some type of dilution that work to alter the form in one way or the other. Could be many different things.
That's all I got...sorry guys, can't be more specific.
OK.
"Altai, I can place those extra books in a sack I have. Did you peruse that journal - it may be worthwhile..."
"Looks like we've reached a dead-end; shall we return back to the bunk-room and see where to go from there?"
Becton doesn't see any giant cockroaches.
In Florida, they had the flying kind that'd jump you like a dropbear.
Think he means you, Bel!
In my experience - that would be from the Palmetto family - freaky buggers! :-o
Yea - they grow 'em big down here; must be all that swamp water ;-)
Shoot. I had a big goliath beetle on me in Panama. It kept hooking it's feet into my shirt. I had to pin all his other five arms and unhook his foot from my shirt to get him off of me.
The first few pages detail a rambling manifesto/mission statement; there are other worlds beyond this one; a thousand thousand suns dancing on the head of a pin;...but how to appreciate them? To visit them, to gaze upon unknown vistas?
After skimming the first pages of the journal, Altai turns back to Becton. "You know, I might have to get back to you on that. So far, the author seems more than a little unbalanced. Of course, that's to be expected from a guy who spends all his time in a subterranean lair full of mercury fumes, guarded by giant skeletons. I'll need a day or so to make any sense of it, though."
Shoot. I had a big goliath beetle on me in Panama. It kept hooking it's feet into my shirt. I had to pin all his other five arms and unhook his foot from my shirt to get him off of me.
Zippo. Or even better one of those pressurized butane lighters.
After skimming the first pages of the journal, Altai turns back to Becton. "You know, I might have to get back to you on that. So far, the author seems more than a little unbalanced. Of course, that's to be expected from a guy who spends all his time in a subterranean lair full of mercury fumes, guarded by giant skeletons. I'll need a day or so to make any sense of it, though."
"Gud luck makin' any sens' o' anyt'ing dat ol' coot had anyt'ing to do wit!" Elgan grumps as he makes another round of the room. Obstenively looking for anything else of interest, but obviously just blowing off steam. Though he is a caster, and knows about potions and such, he is obviously growing irritated with the combination of claustrophobic spaces and details about super-potions that are far beyond his current understanding.
He does try to see where the cockroach went though. He knows that where you see one there are at least a hundred more. And if they were ALL drinking that 'powerful potion',...
After skimming the first pages of the journal, Altai turns back to Becton. "You know, I might have to get back to you on that. So far, the author seems more than a little unbalanced. Of course, that's to be expected from a guy who spends all his time in a subterranean lair full of mercury fumes, guarded by giant skeletons. I'll need a day or so to make any sense of it, though."
"Gud luck makin' any sens' o' anyt'ing dat ol' coot had anyt'ing to do wit!" Elgan grumps as he makes another round of the room. Obstenively looking for anything else of interest, but obviously just blowing off steam. Though he is a caster, and knows about potions and such, he is obviously growing irritated with the combination of claustrophobic spaces and details about super-potions that are far beyond his current understanding.
He does try to see where the cockroach went though. He knows that where you see one there are at least a hundred more. And if they were ALL drinking that 'powerful potion',...
Harvak lights up a torch, looks around at everyone. "Hey like Stiggy said fire makes things move".
"You know, Harvak, lighting a torch in a room this full of dry paper and chemical fumes might not be the best idea. Just saying, is all."
Harvak quickly leaves the room. "Sorry guys".
“Where to next folks – the other floor level door out of the bunk room?”
"Roory awooooooooo."