"It is agreed then. We will return to the Gold Goblin now to introduce Ceph to the boss. Then tomorrow when our normal duties at the Goblin are complete, we can begin our investigation. Ironleg, since you are more comfortable at the temples why don't you accompany me. Kozaric, do you mind going with Ceph and Cavan to speak with the mages? Riddleport is still dangerous, and they could you use someone with your skills in case any trouble pops up. And since we all have indicated that we are willing to pay for these drinks, let's get the tab and split it 4 ways. Ceph you will get your turn later once you have steady employment."
With that Eroril, gets the attention of the waiter, and indicates we are ready for our tab.
Once the tab has been settled, the group heads back to Gold Goblin. Eroril shows Ceph the treasure recovered a few nights ago:
-wand Wand of Shocking Grasp
-scroll Scroll of Shrink (I think, my spell craft skills were a little shaky.)
-book Spell book but no one can recognize the spells
-rapier
-sickle
-short sword
-Sap
-light crossbow
-10 bolts
-bracers bracers of armour +1
-leather armor – masterwork
-studded leather armor
-(2) Belt pouches
-50gp's worth of Golden Goblin gaming chips X 150% = 75g
-8gp
"You may have any of the magic items you wish"
"Ah, thank you.... very much"
Cephadrel pockets the wand and scroll and spellbook. Taking time to get everything in a good place.
"Unless anyone is dying to hear the results I think I'll wait till the morning to go over the spellbook, I don't feel.... up to it right now"
"Across the river, please sir," Ironleg directs the ferryman. "Let's get back to the Goblin for the evening."
"Yes, its getting late and we have a long day of work tomorrow at the Goblin, selling the left over gear and investigating these recent strange happenings."
If Feldin is still awake when we arrive back at the Gold Goblin, Eroril introduces Ceph and recommends to Feldin that Ceph would be a fine hire for Mr. Vankerkaskin. He tells Feldin that he has known Ceph for a very long time and will vouch for his worthiness.
If Feldin, is not available, Eroril offers to Ceph that he can bunk in his room for the evening until better quarters can be secured.
Kozaric turns to his companions and offers a slight wave of his hand. "And with that I bid you goodnight, someone has to be up and moving in the morning."
Kozaric then turns and walks to his room for some much needed sleep.
"I too must get up early to meditate. Good night all."
Ironleg also excuses himself for the evening. "Ceph, I suppose you can crash with any of us, and we can do proper introductions to the boss in the morning."
"Up everyone, something's going on!" the dwarf yells as he jumps out of bed, and runs outside to see what the disturbance was. Is this another of the weird happenings that are happening here? he asks himself during his trip outside.
Kozaric wakes with a start to the loud clatter of the bronze dome ringing. He snatches his bow and quiver and opens the door to his room seeing Ironleg running out side he runs after him easily catching up. "This much strangeness can not be work of nature Ironleg."
As Eroril completes his morning meditation, he is startled by the loud ringing of the Gold Goblin Dome being battered. He hurries downstairs to investigate. "Is everyone alright?"
Reflex Save:
If the an object is not too large to handle, Eroril grabs an object and hurries back under shelter to examine the object.
Standing in the entrance way, Kozaric stares into the sky wondering what this city had done to anger the gods, and watching the damage cuased by the falling objects.
Ironleg had run outside to take a look at the occurrence. He tried to dodge the falling objects, and run back into the Goblin to take cover.
Reflex
Cephadrel, after getting properly dressed, runs the the door way and peers outside, "Now that is curious, looks like I arrived here at the right time" then to the folks in the Goblin "Was anyone hurt?"
Kozaric turns and comes to a semi relaxed form of attention, "Good morning Sir, it seems the gods have chosen this morning to present us with some gifts from the heavans. I hope it dosen't cause to much damage to this fine establishment."
Over the racket of the falling rocks, Eroril shouts "Hello Mr Vankerkaskin, not the best wake up call I suspect. The city is being pelted by these volcanic type rocks!" He holds up the rock for Saul to see. "And not the best time, but allow me to introduce Cephadrel Drocaloron. He's an old friend from home, but we can discuss that later!"
As Eroril continues to examine the volcanic rock, he casts detect magic to determine if the source of the rocks is magical.
Ironleg continues to look outside the still open door, making sure no one has been knocked senseless by the hail of rocks. If so, he will go out and gather them up, bringing them inside to safety.
After examining the rock, Eroril moves up beside Ironleg, and peers into the sky to determine if there is a single source of the rock from the sky.
Momentarily disoriented by what he had observed, Irongleg can only utter a low, "Now that has never happened in Riddleport before, that's for sure."
Eroril points toward the blot in the sky.
"Look, the blot in the sky seems to be moving. Its sudden change must be related to these strange occurrences. When I tried to detect magic on the rock, I sensed that something magical was happening, but it wasn't coming from the rock. It came from somewhere else. But when I continued to concentrate, I couldn't because I began to have a searing headache. And now the rock has disappeared."
Eroril goes back into the Gold Goblin to consult with others.
Kozaric shrugs and pulls out a pipe and lights it with a tender stick. He inhales deeply and exhales a large cloud of smoke. He then begins coughing, and holds the pipe up to look at it. Still coughing, he throws it into the street.
When he gets his breath back he stands up and straitens his tunic."Definitely strange."He walks back to his room shaking his head.
Cephadrel, continuing to be silent walks to his stuff and begins preparing spells.
"Thank you Mr. Vankeskerkin, you will not be disappointed. Ceph is a fine addition to the team."
Turning the remaining members of the group that are in the main hall, Eroril says "It looks like we will have a very busy day ahead of us. I think this morning is an excellent time to sell the unwanted gear, buy any supplies we need, and do some investigation into these strange happenings. If I recall, the plan was for Ironleg and I to visit the temples and Kozaric, Ceph and Prylfellow to speak with the Cyphermages. We can meet back around lunch?"
Sounds like a plan, Eroril. Things are getting worse here every day. Maybe we can find out exactly what is happening."
"Right then, lets visit these cyphermages ans see what they can tell us. Then we meet back here and prepare security for tomorrows reopening."
Eroril and Ironleg's first stop is at the local armory. We sell the remaining gear at half off for a total of 129 gold pieces. Then we go out in search of the temples of Torag, Iori and Pharasma to gather more information.
As we start out for the temples, Eroril spots the gulls gathering and flying in a strange way and remarks to Ironleg "I have never seen so many gulls flying together in that type of formation before. It seems to be coming from the direction of the Cypher Lodge. That was where the others were headed. Do you think this is another of those strange occurrences?"
"Eroril, my friend, I am not sure what to think any more. Strange things sure have been going on here. And it has gotten much worse lately. It has to have something to do with the Blot."
"I agree. Perhaps we should head to the Cypher Lodge to make sure our friends are not in trouble. I do not like the looks of the growing swarm of gulls."
Kozaric stands in front of the Cypher Lodge watching the sea gulls fly in their strange pattern. ”Strange days indeed my friends. This is not a normal occurrence, of this I am sure.”
"Indeed there seem to be many strange occurrences here lately, lucky us. Anyway does anyone have any ideas on how to go about this? Or should we just go in with a, hey, so how 'bout them rocks falling from the sky?"
"Well, guess we don't have to worry about the gulls anymore," Ironleg says to the cleric, shaking his head. "I say we head on in the temple...they have to know more than we do."
"By Erastil's furry arse! Has the world gone crazy?!"
Kozaric turns to the gathered Cypher Mages, "Explaine that then!"
"Yes, Ironleg, I agree, which temple should we go to first?"
Cephadrel to himself "Well that answers that question"
"Let's go to the closest one, and start from there, Eroril."
"Good idea Ironleg, I thought visiting my god, Torag, your god, Irori, and Pharasma are good places to start. Let's head out to the closest temple."