Kaled: Spot check: 16-1=15 Vaga: Spot check: 13+3=16 Ignatius: Spot check: 16+4=20 Guston: Spot check: 17+2=19 (yeah, NOW you get good rolls)
There are no traps in this room. However, there are: An unidentified long sword with a black blade An unidentified suit of gold plate mail armor An unidentified pair of boots An unidentified pair of gloves An unidentified helmet 2 unidentified daggers An unidentified shortbow A scroll of Arcane Lock A scroll of Mirror Image A scroll of Invisibility A scroll of Knock A scroll of Summon Monster 1 A scroll of Ventriloquism And 700 gp
Oh no! No wands? Anyways, it's still a generous amount of loot!
By the way, we should be levelling up soon, right?
Ignatius will now attempt to identify all the unidentified items. (Do I have ranks in the lore skill? INT modifier will be added to the checks, right?)
“I’ve almost done it! After decades of searching and scouring the land, I have found one of the keys to the Throne of the Undying. The ring is mine. Now I need the belt and the sword, And immortality will be within my grasp! True immortality, Not lichdom or vampirism, Where I must sacrifice a part of myself to achieve it. No, the power of the Throne is absolute. Not even the gods themselves can touch it. Hence they had sealed it away, And cursed it’s keys, So that no one may desire them. But I found out the truth, I found the ancient texts that revealed it to me. I WILL HAVE IT!”
She turns away from the scroll and says “Enlightening.” Then her legs give out, and she collapses.
Ignatius: Lore check: 19 for the sword 7 for the armor 8 for the boots 14 for the gloves 19 for the helmet 14, 12 for the daggers 9 for the shortbow
Ignatius can tell that the sword is Varscona +2, the helmet is a Helm of Charm Protection, and the daggers are both +1 daggers. The rest he can’t tell.
"Fiora, do you have enough power remained to put Erica back in shape? If not, then i think we should escort her and the items we found here back to the town. The others need to get a report from what happened here as soon as possible."
"This is a tomb of Chauntea and her servant is dying. Guston, pray for forgiveness, pray for her t oshow her mercy through you so that you can heal Erica."
Vaga walks around the room and look at all the items, picking some of them up, inspecting them and then putting them down again. They look expensive. He glares a little too long at the boots and the gloves. He has no love for things, but back in the Monastery the Masters had shown him some of their precious items, boots and gloves for monks, enhancing their capabilitites. He secretly long for such items, not for the items themselves but to make him faster, stronger and tougher.
"I'm afraid my powers are spent for the day. Guston, do you have any healing spells left? I doubt Chauntea would object to the healing of one of her own. I feel hesitant to take anything from this tomb without Erica's blessing. This is a place of Chauntea, after all."
Guston kneels down to Erica, feeling her forehead. He has one remaining spell of cure light wounds, so he casts it on her, allowing Chauntea’s magic to fill her with its healing properties.
Erica groans as she rises to her feet, the spell having brought her back to consciousness. She looks at Guston and says “Yes. I am satisfied. Thank you all for your help. I now have something to look into further.” As she walks out of the room, she says “This place is not sacred to Chauntea. The one buried here was defiant to the gods. The goddess does not protect it. Take what you wish, if it pleases you. I will also have something for you when we get back to town.”
"Well, that answer our question." Kaled starts to pick up the items hastily and gives them to the others, sharing the more heavy pieces between Vaga and himself. "We can examine the items further later."
“What do you think that tapestry meant?” asks Guston as he guides them back to the top, being sure to use the knowledge he obtained from Erica’s Find Traps guidance earlier to avoid traps. “True immortality, it said. Not Lichdom or Vampirism.
“Does that ring have anything to do with what the gnome was seeking?” he asks as he adjusts the loot on his shoulders. “I think we should try to find out more about this.” One of his giant boils pops against his broken nose and he wipes it away absently.
"True immortality come from only one thing." Vaga says with absolute assurance. "The only way to reach it is to find your destiny and fulfill it so that your soul... your essence, finds its path and stays true to it. Your flesh may rot, your skin decay, your body will wither and dissolve, but then your soul will remain, forever in peace." His doomsday voice is not very comforting.
"I think it means someone is one cursed artifact away from being even more dangerous, than it is now." Joins Kaled to the conversation. "Or so i hope." Kaled stops, as he by-passes a trap, what Guston points out for them. "Otherwise, it sounds as godhood to me."
And so, the party makes their way back to Callus. Erica breathes a heavy sigh as she enters the gates. “Well,” she says. “I’ll be very busy for a while, it seems. I have to figure this out, which will take time. Thank you for indulging my curiosity. I’ll have your reward ready in the morning.” She then heads off.
"I suggest to to report first at Satchel and Anvil. Erica will tell the story for sure, but we can fill some blank points maybe. And i'm curious about what happened to Kaiser and especially Starlen. Also i would need some pen and paper too."
*Anduin shoots out of a portal, a kaleidoscope of arms and legs, he slides unceremoniously across black marble before stopping below a chair... A chair built for kings, tyrants... gods. A throne.*
*He picks himself up, pats down a few remaining flames with his left hand, before raising his right hand, held between his thumb and index finger is a ring.*
Tymora, bless this gambler. I collected my winnings.
*Anduin slumps on the throne. He picks up a belt and kisses it before holding it to his cheek, whilst admiring the ring.*
*A black shadow materialises above the throne it swoops threateningly until, at the last moment, lands before the throne. A gargoyle, as black as the marble it stands upon, takes shape and bows in subservience.*
Ah. Gremlin. Join me. I was just about to sing a psalm to Bhaal.
The party makes their way to the Satchel and Anvil, and they find the door unlocked. Upon entering, they are greeted by a congregation of familiar faces. Emeril, Roan and Erica are busily talking to each other in the corner. Kaiser and Starlen hustle about, gathering supplies for a trip, it seems. Miranda, who is standing near the entrance, is the first to see the party come in, and she waves at you.
*Anduin shoots out of a portal, a kaleidoscope of arms and legs, he slides unceremoniously across black marble before stopping below a chair... A chair built for kings, tyrants... gods. A throne.*
*He picks himself up, pats down a few remaining flames with his left hand, before raising his right hand, held between his thumb and index finger is a ring.*
Tymora, bless this gambler. I collected my winnings.
*Anduin slumps on the throne. He picks up a belt and kisses it before holding it to his cheek, whilst admiring the ring.*
*A black shadow materialises above the throne it swoops threateningly until, at the last moment, lands before the throne. A gargoyle, as black as the marble it stands upon, takes shape and bows in subservience.*
Ah. Gremlin. Join me. I was just about to sing a psalm to Bhaal.
All we need now...
*Anduin smiles*
Is a knife...
Gremlin waits until Anduin is finished monologuing, then says “You know, they will try to stop you. They do not share your desire to spare their lives. If I am to keep holding back like this, then perhaps some allies would be useful? I happen to have knowledge regarding a certain orc king in the region.”
“Yes,” Starlen says. “I heard about that little problem you had. Honestly, if I was really there, I would have socked that gnome in the face for what he was saying. I’m glad to see it worked out in the end. Well, mostly.” “That gnome has a lot to answer for,” Kaiser says. “Poisoning Erica will not go unpunished. For now, however, we have another problem that needs to be addressed.”
Miranda walks up to you and asks “Remember those two bizarre agents of the orc king? Well, Starlen was sent to make contact with them. She convinced them to escort us to their camp, to negotiate peace. The halfling is actually on his way here as we speak. We’re currently considering who to send for the negotiations.”
Guston is unbearably embarrassed at meeting the real Starlen, and does what he can to avoid making conversation or even eye contact with her at all.
Despite his earlier reaction to Emeril while he was wearing the belt, he seems to be unwilling to look Emeril in the eye as well. This is more humiliation rather than humility, and so he decides it is best for him to take on the task of getting their loot identified.
Walking up to Roan, he says hopefully, “So... does this make us members of your group now?” A boil on his eyebrow pops and the puss drips down between the smashed flesh of broken, sideways nose pressed against the cheek of his gritty grin.
“We also have some equipment here that we need identified,” he says. “Most if it looks useable. But considering my last... aahhh... mishap... it may be better to identify this gear first. Just in case.”
I can identify the items, we don't want to spend your precious time with that task. In accordance of the agents of the orc king: bring Fiora with yourselves, she seemed to get well with the halfling.
“Yes,” Starlen says. “I heard about that little problem you had. Honestly, if I was really there, I would have socked that gnome in the face for what he was saying. I’m glad to see it worked out in the end. Well, mostly.”
Vaga replies quickly to this, "Well, I did try to stun him by punching him straight on his nose, but alas, I missed. That gnome is slippery as mercury and should never be underestimated."
He then turns to Miranda and says, "I will accompany the 'meet and greet' with the halfling, if you let me. If push come to shove, I will do all the pushing."
Vaga though thinks to himself, he need to train more. When push did come to shove, he have to admit his meagre training was not enough to be efficient in combat and most of his blows was too slow and too easily avoided. Tonight he would not sleep at all and train his katas over and over.
“We were actually thinking of sending you, as backup in case things go sour,” Roan says. “Of course, this is kind of important, so we’ll be going ourselves.” He gestures to Emeril and himself. “The siblings and Miranda will also be coming. We aren’t taking any chances here. By the way, I did some looking, and it turns out Nate has a few secrets. Turns out, Nate never left Laramont. He’s still there, working away, happy and thriving.”
“I can take care of that for you,” Erica says, motioning towards the unidentified items. “Consider it an advance payment for your work.” She takes the items and eatery’s identifying them. After looking at them and casting Identify, she looks back at the party and lists off the items.
In addition to the item previously identified, the party has: Plate mail +2 Boots of Speed Gauntlets of Ogre Power Shortbow +1
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By the way, we should be levelling up soon, right?
Ignatius will now attempt to identify all the unidentified items. (Do I have ranks in the lore skill? INT modifier will be added to the checks, right?)
“I’ve almost done it!
After decades of searching and scouring the land,
I have found one of the keys to the Throne of the Undying.
The ring is mine.
Now I need the belt and the sword,
And immortality will be within my grasp!
True immortality,
Not lichdom or vampirism,
Where I must sacrifice a part of myself to achieve it.
No, the power of the Throne is absolute.
Not even the gods themselves can touch it.
Hence they had sealed it away,
And cursed it’s keys,
So that no one may desire them.
But I found out the truth,
I found the ancient texts that revealed it to me.
I WILL HAVE IT!”
She turns away from the scroll and says “Enlightening.” Then her legs give out, and she collapses.
7 for the armor
8 for the boots
14 for the gloves
19 for the helmet
14, 12 for the daggers
9 for the shortbow
Ignatius can tell that the sword is Varscona +2, the helmet is a Helm of Charm Protection, and the daggers are both +1 daggers. The rest he can’t tell.
“Are you ok, Erica?”
*Fiora's attention is caught by the gold platemail*
"Ooh, shiny! Does anyone object to me claiming it?"
“Does that ring have anything to do with what the gnome was seeking?” he asks as he adjusts the loot on his shoulders. “I think we should try to find out more about this.” One of his giant boils pops against his broken nose and he wipes it away absently.
Kaled stops, as he by-passes a trap, what Guston points out for them.
"Otherwise, it sounds as godhood to me."
*He picks himself up, pats down a few remaining flames with his left hand, before raising his right hand, held between his thumb and index finger is a ring.*
Tymora, bless this gambler. I collected my winnings.
*Anduin slumps on the throne. He picks up a belt and kisses it before holding it to his cheek, whilst admiring the ring.*
*A black shadow materialises above the throne it swoops threateningly until, at the last moment, lands before the throne. A gargoyle, as black as the marble it stands upon, takes shape and bows in subservience.*
Ah. Gremlin. Join me. I was just about to sing a psalm to Bhaal.
All we need now...
*Anduin smiles*
Is a knife...
Miranda walks up to you and asks “Remember those two bizarre agents of the orc king? Well, Starlen was sent to make contact with them. She convinced them to escort us to their camp, to negotiate peace. The halfling is actually on his way here as we speak. We’re currently considering who to send for the negotiations.”
"Quick! What's your favorite foodanimalcolor?!"
Despite his earlier reaction to Emeril while he was wearing the belt, he seems to be unwilling to look Emeril in the eye as well. This is more humiliation rather than humility, and so he decides it is best for him to take on the task of getting their loot identified.
Walking up to Roan, he says hopefully, “So... does this make us members of your group now?” A boil on his eyebrow pops and the puss drips down between the smashed flesh of broken, sideways nose pressed against the cheek of his gritty grin.
“We also have some equipment here that we need identified,” he says. “Most if it looks useable. But considering my last... aahhh... mishap... it may be better to identify this gear first. Just in case.”
He then turns to Miranda and says, "I will accompany the 'meet and greet' with the halfling, if you let me. If push come to shove, I will do all the pushing."
Vaga though thinks to himself, he need to train more. When push did come to shove, he have to admit his meagre training was not enough to be efficient in combat and most of his blows was too slow and too easily avoided. Tonight he would not sleep at all and train his katas over and over.
In addition to the item previously identified, the party has:
Plate mail +2
Boots of Speed
Gauntlets of Ogre Power
Shortbow +1