You also find a simple leather sachel that displays a strong magical aura.
"Best leave that one be," says Kerrigan a bit alarmed. "Trust me. You don't want that one."
Appraise on the Rod: (1d20+11=28)
Utilizing detect magic, I give the rod a closer look, trying to analyze the weaves of magic around it to discern its function.
Tho loathe to give up his trusty chain shirt (that had been an ancient battle-tested shirt of clan Canyonfather) Hru will heft the chain shirt and say a few prayers for Gorum's approval.
Ovirid hefts the light shield, judging its balance, before nodding to himself, setting it down and walking over to the throwing axe. He looks at it closely, examining the workmanship.
"Yer highness, would ye be willin' t' be tellin' me about these fine items?"
"Yer highness, would ye be willin' t' be tellin' me about these fine items?"
Appraise on the Rod: (1d20+11=28)
Utilizing detect magic, I give the rod a closer look, trying to analyze the weaves of magic around it to discern its function.
There is an aura of great unpredictability and mischief about this object. It appears to be able to cast various spells but you are not at all sure how you would choose the spells or if they can be chosen. When you probe the rod for information about one spell it responds with information about another. It doesn't seem to be intelligent but if it were, its chief characteristic would be mischieviousness.
"Yer highness, would ye be willin' t' be tellin' me about these fine items?"
Sir Manfred turns to Lord Kerrigan after looking through the treasures.
"My Lord, this heavy steel shield emblazoned with the radient sun calls to me. If I would have any treasure here, this would be it."
"Yer highness, would ye be willin' t' be tellin' me about these fine items?"
Appraise Rolls: (1d20+11=18, 1d20+11=20)
"Sure 'n I'll be glad ta be 'elpin'," I say distractedly, but my mind is still largely on the rod I am holding.
Hru hefts the chainshirt and approaches Kerrigan.
"M'lord, what manner of spells or prayers lie on yon ancient scrolls?" he asks politely gesturing towards the metal tube.
"I have chosen this shirt, as Gorum has told me it is battle tested and sound, and I humbly thank you for this opportunity. But I have a boon I seek, for I received a terrible wound from an undead parasite. I feel as if part of my soul was devoured by the fell thing and though I am strong with Gorum I have not yet the power to wrest it back from beyond. I've seen it done, I just have not the words, the chants, nor the power to do it at this time. I would gladly give up any claim to the shirt if those scrolls held the prayers of redemtion I seek to make myself whole."
He pulls his sleeve up to reveal a ghastly scar on his forearm that stands out in blue-white contrast to his greenish cast.
"Yer highness, would ye be willin' t' be tellin' me about these fine items?"Appraise Rolls: (1d20+11=18, 1d20+11=20)
"Sure 'n I'll be glad ta be 'elpin'," I say distractedly, but my mind is still largely on the rod I am holding.
Klyndak can't tell Ovirid much about either of the shields other than that they're magical.
Hru hefts the chainshirt and approaches Kerrigan.
"M'lord, what manner of spells or prayers lie on yon ancient scrolls?" he asks politely gesturing towards the metal tube.
"I have chosen this shirt, as Gorum has told me it is battle tested and sound, and I humbly thank you for this opportunity. But I have a boon I seek, for I received a terrible wound from an undead parasite. I feel as if part of my soul was devoured by the fell thing and though I am strong with Gorum I have not yet the power to wrest it back from beyond. I've seen it done, I just have not the words, the chants, nor the power to do it at this time. I would gladly give up any claim to the shirt if those scrolls held the prayers of redemtion I seek to make myself whole."
He pulls his sleeve up to reveal a ghastly scar on his forearm that stands out in blue-white contrast to his greenish cast.
"I'm not the one to ask about magic. ... Still ... you're talking about the touch of the grave ... Shouldn't his majesty be able to help you with that? The famed 'King's Ale'."
Kerrigan turns to Klyndak, "Or is that just an 'old dwarves tale'?"
Sir Manfred turns to Lord Kerrigan after looking through the treasures.
"My Lord, this heavy steel shield emblazoned with the radient sun calls to me. If I would have any treasure here, this would be it."
Kerrigan hands the shield to Manfred, punching him lightly on the shoulder as he does. The shield flares brightly when Kerrigan 'attacks' causing Kerrigan to step back and raise a hand up to shield his eyes.
"That seems to work for you, young knight."
Klyndak can't tell Ovirid much about either of the shields other than that they're magical.
Ovirid stands looking at the two items for a very long time, first at the axe, then at the shield, then back to the axe. After a while, his lose focus and you realize he's looking through the items at something only he can see - a memory, perhaps - before he suddenly straightens up, eyes clear and brow smooth once more.
Taking the light shield to the lord of the keep, he says, "Lord Kerrigan, if'n ye don' mind, Ah would like t' 'ave dis shield 'ere. Per'aps 'nother day, Ah will earn th' right t' purchase yon axe from ye, as well."
Klyndak can't tell Ovirid much about either of the shields other than that they're magical.
Ovirid stands looking at the two items for a very long time, first at the axe, then at the shield, then back to the axe. After a while, his lose focus and you realize he's looking through the items at something only he can see - a memory, perhaps - before he suddenly straightens up, eyes clear and brow smooth once more.
Taking the light shield to the lord of the keep, he says, "Lord Kerrigan, if'n ye don' mind, Ah would like t' 'ave dis shield 'ere. Per'aps 'nother day, Ah will earn th' right t' purchase yon axe from ye, as well."
"You may well earn it as well someday soon friend," says Kerrigan. "I'll not sell it any time soon. With that traitor Sarpis gone, I haven't the contacts in Kaer Maga to sell it anyhow."
"King's Ale," I say with some curiousity, "Which tale o' which king 'n 'is ale is that? Me kingdom is after being sadly lackin' in bards at the moment."
I grin at my own joke.
"A shortage of bards is a mixed blessing ... but I remember the legend of 'King's Ale' from my drinking days. An ale that heals all wounds, cures diseases, protects against poisons, lightens the soul, and heals even the touch of undeath itself," smiles Kerrigan. "I also heard it tastes like honey licked off a virgin's breast and leaves you with little or no hangover. ... Perhaps, given the dwarven tendency for exaggeration ..."
Looking over the items Yin does not bother to stop or appraise, she lets her hand fall on the staff and her lips curl into a small smile. "This one feels right" she remarks simply, making her pause for a moment, wondering where the non=excitable replay had come from.
*bump*
In the name of Iomedae...
Bump!
Taking the light shield to the lord of the keep, he says, "Lord Kerrigan, if'n ye don' mind, Ah would like t' 'ave dis shield 'ere. Per'aps 'nother day, Ah will earn th' right t' purchase yon axe from ye, as well.""You may well earn it as well someday soon friend," says Kerrigan. "I'll not sell it any time soon. With that traitor Sarpis gone, I haven't the contacts in Kaer Maga to sell it anyhow."
The dwarf nods, "Either way, Ah'm grateful fer yer gift, Lord Kerrigan. 'N As long as yer at peace wit' th' Spires, Ah'm only too 'appy t' lend aid t' th' Keep."
He finds a place to sit and begins to study and polish on his new shield.
He stops rubbing and looks up at the king, "Yer highness, if'n this is magical, would it be fer 'avin' a word Ah need t' make it work? 'r does it just do what it does?"
Taking the light shield to the lord of the keep, he says, "Lord Kerrigan, if'n ye don' mind, Ah would like t' 'ave dis shield 'ere. Per'aps 'nother day, Ah will earn th' right t' purchase yon axe from ye, as well.""You may well earn it as well someday soon friend," says Kerrigan. "I'll not sell it any time soon. With that traitor Sarpis gone, I haven't the contacts in Kaer Maga to sell it anyhow."The dwarf nods, "Either way, Ah'm grateful fer yer gift, Lord Kerrigan. 'N As long as yer at peace wit' th' Spires, Ah'm only too 'appy t' lend aid t' th' Keep."
He finds a place to sit and begins to study and polish on his new shield.
He stops rubbing and looks up at the king, "Yer highness, if'n this is magical, would it be fer 'avin' a word Ah need t' make it work? 'r does it just do what it does?"
He stops rubbing and looks up at the king, "Yer highness, if'n this is magical, would it be fer 'avin' a word Ah need t' make it work? 'r does it just do what it does?"
"Sadly, my knowledge of Thassilon is lacking. I'm a simple fighting man at heart," smiles Kerrigan. "If I could read Thassilon, I imagine that the phrase on the back might be the key."
He stops rubbing and looks up at the king, "Yer highness, if'n this is magical, would it be fer 'avin' a word Ah need t' make it work? 'r does it just do what it does?""Sadly, my knowledge of Thassilon is lacking. I'm a simple fighting man at heart," smiles Kerrigan. "If I could read Thassilon, I imagine that the phrase on the back might be the key."
"Oh. Ah, uh, Ah 'adn't been fer noticin' that quite yet. Per'aps ye might be fer knowin' some'un 'at can be fer readin' Tasselonn? King o' th' Spires?"
[snip]
Kerrigan looks around at the selection of items and nods.
"You've saved my Keep from disaster. I trust that you will guard my secret as well as you have guarded my little stronghold," he smiles.
To Yin he adds, "A tour of the city is difficult to arrange. It is mostly buried and the only way to travel it is through the sewers and up the grates into buildings that have not collapsed, such as the one you saw over which my Keep is built. Perhaps someday, if you don't mind the swim."
"Shall we rejoin the festivities?"
"You're secret is safe with me," I say to Kerrigan, "I swear this by
Torag."
Then, musing on the rod in my hand, I follow back up to the festivities.
"I am grateful for your gift milord; and I swear by my name and my sacred honor, I will keep your secret safe." Sir Manfred bows deeply.
He follows the rest out of the room.
"Aye, yer secret is fer bein' safe wit' me, as well."
Hru gazes off into the chamber, wondering what of Gorum's wisdom might be unearthed in such a place, and what destructive mysteries lurk in the depths.
I've never seen a proper temple to the Iron Lord, but many shrines, I wonder if such a thing even existed at any time
He's brought back by everyone's oaths to protect Kerrigan's secret.
"Erm...yes, milord Kerrigan I would not cast lightly away the trust you have placed in us and would reveal this to but one other, as I know so does he...The Knight of Swords and principal of annihilation my Lord Gorum, but he looks with favor upon ye and yours so fear not and be blessed!"
Hru carefully folds the chain shirt and ties it into a neat bundle, securing it with a shred of his simple robes
The party is dying down up above. When Kerrigan re-enters, more than a few guests rise to leave discreetly. Making public drunkenness punishable by flogging tends not to make Kerrigan popular at the tail end of parties, even within his own home.
Falcon Warchild and the innkeeper Sirap Hilltown glance over from their opposite sides of the room and scan your faces. They seem to be in the know.
The party is dying down up above. When Kerrigan re-enters, more than a few guests rise to leave discreetly. Making public drunkenness punishable by flogging tends not to make Kerrigan popular at the tail end of parties, even within his own home.
Falcon Warchild and the innkeeper Sirap Hilltown glance over from their opposite sides of the room and scan your faces. They seem to be in the know.
Ovirid notes their interest, but does not respond. He just makes his way to whatever beverage remains available to obtain one before sitting near Falcon to sip on it thoughtfully.
Sir Manfred cheerfully polishes his equipment and tends to Trouble in anticipation of the Tourney...
