With the robes identified, and the coins counted, there is little to do besides wait on Pondren. Delbin, being an Elf, decides to "trance sleep" (the way all Elves do) for the remaining 5 hours, so as to facilitate the re-memorization of spells when he wakes up. Dengar also decides to rest, since sleep is important to a clear mind. Lastly, Sphynx also decides to rest, appearing to meditate just as Luis does. Jynx notices the Wall of Force go up again, and cannot help but wonder: is the wall to prevent the incursion of enemies, or the shenanigans of pranksters?
Jynx remains vigilant the entire time, and there are no encounters.
As Pondren finishes reading, 5.5 hours have passed, since the actual length of the book was 1,982 pages. Pondren slams the book shut, and his usually cheerful expression is gone. He turns to the others, all of whom have already been stirring, and/or awake for about the past 10 minutes or so.
"It's far worse than any of us could ever have imagined. Fandekar did more than to simply create a pleasant pocket plane to live on; he created a LIVING plane, one which attempted to read the wants and needs from the minds of its inhabitants, and grant them their every desire. It also had a calming, soothing, happy effect on its inhabitants, making them, in effect, perfectly content with their existence there, as well as keeping them healthy. It very nearly WAS a Utopia. But there was one drawback; the energies of the plane were so strong, as to have an adverse effect on creatures who were not native to it..."
Pondren looks to be counting something on his fingers. Then he continues, "As near as I can figure it, the life essence of the creatures was not drained; instead, picture a tankard of ale that overflows when too much is poured into the tankard. The plane's infusement of energies into its inhabitants, to keep them happy and healthy, was literally too much for their bodies to bear. The average, healthy person would last no longer than about 10 months. Athletic types might survive a year, at the outside. But because the plane tries to subdue its inhabitants with happiness and contentment, they probably made excuses for the ailments they felt, and lived in denial of their sickness, until it was too late. Fandekar discovered this too, but only after the inhabitants began to die. And they did not die a normal death; instead, they became the zombified creatures we encountered. Their bodies were literally overloaded with positive energy. Hence, the proverbial TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING situation."
Pondren begins fidgeting as he paces about, thinking out loud: "There weren't many inhabitants of the plane; Fandekar had not gotten so far as to be able to create native creatures. All of the people living there were colonists, so-to-speak. And there weren't that many of them. According to Fandekar's records, there were 24 people living in the village that surrounds his tower. We have seen two zombies be destroyed, for sure. That leaves 22 more. Minus however many the demon scouts killed while wandering the tower. There was also a village of Stone Giants that Fandekar brought there. According to the book, there was a Stone Giant King, named Carl Granitebeard, and 11 giants who swore fealty to him: 4 Knights, and 7 Nobles. They wanted to start their own kingdom away from the other giant kingdom that they split off from. I'm not sure how many of them have succumbed to the plane, if any. Worst case scenario, we're looking at 34 of these zombies that need to be destroyed. Either that, or we need to find a way to restore them to normal. Such a thing would require True Magicks, and likely the cooperation of several powerful Wizards in order to concoct such a Dweomer. Once the zombies have either been destroyed or restored, we could research a way to change the plane, so as to remove the part of it that affects the inhabitants with the "health and happiness" infusement. Again, we're dealing with True Magicks, but given that we are modifying Fandekar's existing spell, it shouldn't be as intensive as it would have been to attempt something like this from scratch. Give me your thoughts, my friends."