Komana looks carefully, idly brushing her leather over-skirt off with one hand while she focuses her attention on the symbols.
'The middle one I beleive, hopefully my memory is in better form than my gracefulness,' a thin smile tugs at her lips, quickly subsumed into serious attention as she turns back to Soven expectantly.
Soven smiles and tries to relax.
Linguistics check 12+7=19
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The draconic symbol is not a linguistic one, but it contains elements of certain symbols that you can easily identify, namely the symbol of vorel and vervish . A small crown symbol has been incorporated into the draconic symbol, but that is difficult to interpret as it is not a common draconic motif.
Soven looks closely at the symbol for a few moments, frowning and nodding
before taking a deep breath.
This really seems to be more symbolic than an actual word or letter as we know language to be.
Here are two parts of the symbol that are vorel and vervish- beauty and strength respectively.
There is also a crown symbol in this larger symbol as a whole. This is rather different, as the Dragons do not use "crown" very often. Rarely at all in fact.
Perhaps this a more of a crest or coat-of-arms to speak. Also, to be truthful, I am no scholar in things dragon, this could easily be a derivative of the dragon language or a form of expression that I am unaware of.
'Hmm, that's interesting,' Komana says, pursing her lips.
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"The symbol is not particularly evocative of Hermea, which suggests that my suspicion that that arrogant 'master of arts martial, magic and ki' woman was involved may have been unfounded." Iacobus says, apparently thinking out loud. "Perhaps I just didn't like her her attitude and am looking for pretexts to justify that."
While nattering on, Iacobus wracks his brain for knowledge of what sort of heraldic device, land or faith this symbol might represent.
He continues muttering to himself, "Beauty and strength, of all the powers worshipped by man, silken-skinned Arshea, patron of freedom and sexuality, is the closest I can think of, but she has no connection to draconic lore, that I know of..."
'Hmm, nor would I know any reason for that Emphereal to be involved. Unless this investigation deals with her portfilios. I think speculation with so little to go on may be dangerous, if we form convictions, we may neatly sidestep the truth of the matter, I beleive the bell will ring soon, tomorrow we will see what we will see, and perhaps shed some light on this incident. I would maybe suggest that we keep this little incident to ourselves. Agreed?'
I certainly can see sound reason in keeping silence the order for now. Very well Komana, I will remain quiet on this matter. Iacobus, I will defer to your and Komanas expertise on matters religous, perhaps even our other companions have some input on the matter. I think I will make prepartions for tommorow now and clean up our mess.
Soven puts the table back upright and places items back in their place, meanwhile the small black cat investigates the event before becoming bored and heading back to the Taldanes obscenely large hat to play with the many feathers attached to it.
Soven puts together an elaborate set up for his sleeping area, muttering in an amused tone something about ordering codryian pillows and a perfume massage. Soven also pulls out a small book that is very old and is written in draconic.
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"The symbol is not particularly evocative of Hermea, which suggests that my suspicion that that arrogant 'master of arts martial, magic and ki' woman was involved may have been unfounded." Iacobus says, apparently thinking out loud. "Perhaps I just didn't like her her attitude and am looking for pretexts to justify that."
While nattering on, Iacobus wracks his brain for knowledge of what sort of heraldic device, land or faith this symbol might represent.
He continues muttering to himself, "Beauty and strength, of all the powers worshipped by man, silken-skinned Arshea, patron of freedom and sexuality, is the closest I can think of, but she has no connection to draconic lore, that I know of..."
The whole thing seemed a bit off to Dakgu, but he took it all in with a grain of salt. He was in a Pathfinder lodge. Odd things were bound to happen. With a shrug he nodded at the suggestion to keep things quiet about the strange bird and with a polite goodnight, retired for the evening. He left his door open though. Should something else occur he wanted to hear it.
Komana sat back down, failing to immediately follow her own voice, she drank the a glass of wine slowly, one hand supporting her forehead, deep in thought.
After a while, she too retired, to see what light the dawn would bring.
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As you all awaken:
By the light of the small window in the ceiling of everyone's private rooms, you notice that the light focuses on a three-dimensional "sculpture" () of the coat of arms of the Pathfinder Society on the back of the door to each of the personal quarters: Two swords crossed over a shield with a key between them. The shield has a lion's head carefully painted on it. A metal banner ribbons around the shield: "Exploration, Curiosity, Legacy".
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Iacobus uses prestidigitation to freshen up his clothing before getting dressed, and then steps up onto the bed (or a chair, whatever) to get a closer look at the heraldric crest, casting detect magic as he does.
"Legacy," he mutters to himself. "The legacy of studying history and ancient cultures, or some very much more specific and personal legacy?"
Still, nothing about the Pathfinder Society crest evokes a sense of 'beauty', or even strength, specifically, although a weaponsmith might consider a naked sword both of those things, and someone with tastes far different than his own, a lioness, perhaps, might find a lion beautiful...
Stepping down after his examination, during which he impulsively touches the crest, to see if the bas-relief key can be removed and used as such, or is simply part of the design, Iacobus steps out into the central area to see if their magically-extravagant hosts have ensorcelled up some breakfast.
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stardust
He'll also use any Knowledge skills that seem appropriate and also look for a keyhole in his room.
He does not intend to keep the information quiet after meeting up with the others, as he wants to pick Komana's brain as well, and considers this to be a team event, which will eventually require the skills of everyone to beat the other teams. Obviously, if you want me to delay telling them to give them a chance to find stuff, that's cool.
Noting the crest and insignia, Komana quickly sketches it down, with a note metioning the inscription.
Upon preparing her spells and making her prays to Abadar, she rises, dresses fully for adventure and danger, and walks into the common room to see what awaits her this day.
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** spoiler omitted **
Spellcraft: As you study the key in your hand, and psychically enter the swirling energies of its magical construction, you suddenly see a flash of the key being brought together with other keys similar to itself.
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Iacobus steps forth into the central room, accompanied by a faint scent of incense reminiscent of aged books. He is already masked to greet the day and his battered haversack, as always, is at hand.
He is, of course, expressionless, but tilts his head in greeting, the amount and duration precisely measured to acknowledge a respected equal.
Komana
"I suspect that each of our rooms contain one, in the bas-relief over our beds. My lord whispers to me that something might occur, if our keys are brought together..."
Komana walks into her room, making little noise.
Komana searches the bas-releif for the key.
Soven wakes up early in the morning and changes out of his opulent sleeping attire into something plain to begin his morning exercise and martial training regiment.
He is quiet so as not to disturb his companions, after bathing and freshening up, Soven writes a few letters of correspondence to family and a couple ladies of note.
This is followed by prayer to Desna at sunrise.
Soven finds the door's decor, and the channeling of sunlight to embellish it, to be pleasant and well thought out.
Expecting something interesting today, Soven puts on his elaborate attire and everything else, to include his well fitted breastplate. Got to carry it, might as well wear it.
Soven also straps his sword to his side, the black longsword has a gold decorative and elaborate handguard often seen on rapiers. Three red roses are tied onto one the many twisting gold ribbons of metal that compose the protective handguard.
Opening the door, Soven goes out to greet whoever may be up.
Nodding to Iacobus, Soven notes Komana seems to be up as well although she has gone back to her room.
Has breakfast been delivered by a Dragon, or do we make it ourself this morning?
Stardust
Komana strides back into the main room, her fist clenched around something.
Soven, Iacobus:
She looks to Iacobus, 'I found the key alright, we should bring them together you say.'
Pausing thoughtfully, she turns to Soven, 'Will you please check in the bas-releif in your room, it should be easy to find your one of these,' She holds up the key to be clear to see.'
With a loud yawn accompanied by a series of popping and snapping sounds, Dakgu emerges from his room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looks around and listens to what the others are saying about keys. With a shrug he goes into his room and searches the relief.
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With a loud yawn accompanied by a series of popping and snapping sounds, Dakgu emerges from his room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looks around and listens to what the others are saying about keys. With a shrug he goes into his room and searches the relief.
(Since everyone has now discovered the keys in their personal quarters, you can talk about them openly.)
'So, the question now is, what do we do with them, you said something about putting them together?' Komana looks at Iacobus.
Soven returns from his room with the key and looks at Iacobus, awaiting his response to Komana's inquiry.
Curiosity is the key....
'Nothing ventured...' Komana trails off as she touches her key to Iacobus'.
"Yea an curiosity killed the cat, I think I'll stand over here just in case."
So saying Dakgu took cover behind his doorway.
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Iacobus looks directly above the table, and then below it (and on the surface of the table itself, perhaps under a cloth), to see if there is yet another Pathfinder seal tucked away, suddenly wondering if the now-combined key might open a doorway that they have not yet seen.
You find nothing of interest.
Komana watches the fused keys warily, casting detect magic.
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Komana watches the fused keys warily, casting detect magic.
'Put the other keys onto those two, Dakgu, Soven, let's see what is to be seen!'
Soven raises the key to the others and holds his breath.
He studies the faces of Komana and Iacobus for an indication of success or at least the result.
"Crap, so much for playin it safe."
Walking forward, Dakgu adds his key to the mix.
"Here goes nothin."
Komana looks at the unopened door, where Kaelor had retired.
'Hey, someone wake up our elven companion and get his key!'
She keeps studying the keys, watching for any fluctuations in the aura.
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"I've heard a rumor that elves sometimes go into some trance or something," Iacobus mutters, going over to his door and pushing it open, with no apparent regard for the elf's privacy.
"Or maybe he's preparing spells and not to be disturbed." he says aloud in the nick of too late, having already opened the door...
Soven sighs in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his surprise at the elves absence.
Desna's path! I say, you never can know the mind of an elf. Worse than gnomes sometimes..... Well, let's at least see if his key is there.
'The Laughing Ones are unknowable,' Komana states the old River Kingdoms adage.
'Let's get these together, we can fill him in if anything interesting happens!'