As Anduin walks to the stairs, the guards at the entrance block the way with their spears. “Entry is forbidden by anyone except the lord,” one of them says.
Ignatius follows Anduin towards the stairs and seeing the guards block their way, he casts Suggestion on the guard who spoke.
"Our presence here is for the lord's own sake, So kindly space for our passage you make."
I gotta admit during summer I had my head filled with tons of other stuff, my break-up and all that, so I've kinda forgot parts of the story and our progress. Are two of the three items found? Nanna has one, the ring, right? and now @anduin thinks this sword is somewhere in the city? I won't lie, I am confused. Then there's the throne itself somewhere. Heh, can anyone help an old goldfish remember?
@Skatan Anduin has both the Belt of Gender Reversal and Ring of Zombie Appearance. He's looking for the Soultaker Dagger as of now.
We saw the Throne being referred to in tapestries in the two dungeons, once when we fought Anduin and his pet gargoyle, and second when we fought the two manticores in the mayor's wife's liar in the basement of the manor.
Now the orcs are marching, we've gathered some allies from the forest, and now here we are...
Edit: Just remembered about that gargoyle. Hey @Anduin, where's your pet gargoyle? Why not summon him here to help us?
Thanks @Rik_Kirtaniya. I gotta admit I never understood when/why Anduin suddenly became Nanna. I think that happened during my vacation stay in my cabin where my poor internet connection made me inactive here.
@lolien and @mashedtaters I know you two have availability issues, so it’s not a big deal, but I’m hoping you’ll still check in and post every so often.
*Nanna pinches the bridge of his nose and closes her eyes in abject consternation.*
The body... The empty vessel... The soulless carcass of Sir Strachlus... His soul being taken by his wife who happened to be a demoness of some sort with a soul taker dagger that I removed from his body before the word fireball was even thought of and the mayoral mansion set ablaze...
*Nanna gives a stern look and thrusts an angry index finger into the nose of the nearest guard.*
Look yooose! Listen 'ere. When all this Orc shannanigans has ended, you better let me up there so I can save that mayor of yours from hell, or so help me Illamater, I'll send you to hell!
*Nanna turns on her heel dramatically and walks away before turning around one more time.*
Alright, so I’ve done a little digging, and I’ve found the page where the store’s items were being discussed. The store has: Every weapon and armor suit, both normal and +1 magical Healing Kits for 25 gp Potions of Healing and Antidotes for 50 gp Spell scrolls for 100 gp per level Potion of Explosion for 300 gp Wand of Sleep for 600 gp Wand of Magic Missiles for 450 gp Wand of Lightning for 900 gp
And some of the bigger items are: Belt of Blur for 4500 gp Dancing Long Sword +2 for 9000 gp Sash of Haste for 1500 gp
There’s more in the store, but that’s the stuff that was brought up earlier. If you want something else, try asking Erica, the magic merchant, for other stuff.
Marco addresses the party: "Do any of you know how to transform one of us into a scorpionman? Also we should ensure that Ixion cannot see so easily through such a disguise unless it was a permanent transformation anyway..."
Marco's voice trails off and he pauses. Everyone imagines for a moment what it would be like to become a scorpionman.
Ignatius speaks to Marco:
"The flesh is transient, though the spirit not, Since magic allows us many strange things. Such disguise may be hard to spot, But uncertain is the consequence it brings."
A mischievous thought strikes him again. (They have been striking him oftener since he's seen Marco.) Ignatius casts Alter Self and transforms into... Marco.
"This is how it works, you see, And it's no big mystery. This isn't illusion of any kind But transmutation beyond sense's bind."
*Nanna, who has had her head in her cups, ears prick up listening to Marco.*
Well... Let's make a wild guess. Last of his kind. Hates humans...
Hmmmm... Last of his kind. Hates humans. Do I need to repeat it?
*Andaweena glares.*
Let's just surmise that humans killed all the other scorpion men because they are not asthetically pleasing. Last scorpion man full of hate.
...
I suggest we alter Fiora. Last of his kind may get even more excited and easier to persuade if we wave the last of her kind under his nose with the prospects of laying together.
*Nanna throws her mug and misses a patron who smirked at Nanna's last remark.*
"Hold it Marco. What would be your reaction if everything you ever dreamed was offered to you, and you believed it possible. What would you then do when you found out it was all a farce? Now imagine yourself with an army."
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"Our presence here is for the lord's own sake,
So kindly space for our passage you make."
Anduin has both the Belt of Gender Reversal and Ring of Zombie Appearance. He's looking for the Soultaker Dagger as of now.
We saw the Throne being referred to in tapestries in the two dungeons, once when we fought Anduin and his pet gargoyle, and second when we fought the two manticores in the mayor's wife's liar in the basement of the manor.
Now the orcs are marching, we've gathered some allies from the forest, and now here we are...
Your in luck! I'm a lord!?! Well... A lady now... Uhm... So...
...
At least tell us who your lord is. I risked my life trying to save the last one! Healed him. Then... Errrm...
...
Somebody chucked a fireball and...
...
He was a very, very, very naughty gnome and if I catch 'im I'll smack his bottom!!!
*Nanna pinches the bridge of his nose and closes her eyes in abject consternation.*
The body... The empty vessel... The soulless carcass of Sir Strachlus... His soul being taken by his wife who happened to be a demoness of some sort with a soul taker dagger that I removed from his body before the word fireball was even thought of and the mayoral mansion set ablaze...
*Nanna gulps air.*
Is still mayor!
So Marco spends 753 gp on his new equipment.
Look yooose! Listen 'ere. When all this Orc shannanigans has ended, you better let me up there so I can save that mayor of yours from hell, or so help me Illamater, I'll send you to hell!
*Nanna turns on her heel dramatically and walks away before turning around one more time.*
Using a fireball.
...
Properly!
I'm a trickster. A master of disguise. A wizard. A godless, and all gods cleric. I'm no good at killing.
*Nanna takes a big slug of mead.*
Killing just makes the gods stronger...
Every weapon and armor suit, both normal and +1 magical
Healing Kits for 25 gp
Potions of Healing and Antidotes for 50 gp
Spell scrolls for 100 gp per level
Potion of Explosion for 300 gp
Wand of Sleep for 600 gp
Wand of Magic Missiles for 450 gp
Wand of Lightning for 900 gp
And some of the bigger items are:
Belt of Blur for 4500 gp
Dancing Long Sword +2 for 9000 gp
Sash of Haste for 1500 gp
There’s more in the store, but that’s the stuff that was brought up earlier. If you want something else, try asking Erica, the magic merchant, for other stuff.
"The flesh is transient, though the spirit not,
Since magic allows us many strange things.
Such disguise may be hard to spot,
But uncertain is the consequence it brings."
A mischievous thought strikes him again. (They have been striking him oftener since he's seen Marco.) Ignatius casts Alter Self and transforms into... Marco.
"This is how it works, you see,
And it's no big mystery.
This isn't illusion of any kind
But transmutation beyond sense's bind."
"Look what I found in our stash! WHHHEEEEEEEEE!"
*Fiora clips a support beam with her shoulder, tumbles into a wall, and hits the ground. Laughing all the while*
"Hahah, oh that's great. No wonder Iggy never touches the ground!"
Well... Let's make a wild guess. Last of his kind. Hates humans...
Hmmmm... Last of his kind. Hates humans. Do I need to repeat it?
*Andaweena glares.*
Let's just surmise that humans killed all the other scorpion men because they are not asthetically pleasing. Last scorpion man full of hate.
...
I suggest we alter Fiora. Last of his kind may get even more excited and easier to persuade if we wave the last of her kind under his nose with the prospects of laying together.
*Nanna throws her mug and misses a patron who smirked at Nanna's last remark.*
I meant laying eggs together!
He hates humans. Why don't we offer him a human.
*Nanna slowly smiles... creepily.*