A Tale of Two Dragons

[silentspace]

Faelar listens to the others, smiling pleasantly yet somehow distracted.

At Zithran's comment, he speaks.

"There are many of us. But if we have a couple bags of holding, portable holes, or similar magic, I can move all of us, including Regalclaw, to Aglarond with three teleport spells. Otherwise, we'll need to do it with more spells, with a rest of eight to nine hours between teleports. Anyone else here able to use teleportation magic? Either that or walk."

Faelar will have memorized three teleport spells this morning

 

[Krug]

"That's some mighty magic," says Brak.

 

[silentspace]

"Not so mighty, Sir Brak. But it sure is convenient!" Faelar grins at the dwarf.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithrans pulls out his bag of holding, "I have this small bag of holding."

 

[silentspace]

Faelar studies Zithran's bag. "Yes, this should hold one person. It'll work just fine. We just need one more. If someone has a portable hole we can probably teleport the whole group in one shot. Or if we don't have another one, we'll just have to spread our teleporting out over a day."

Faelar studies Old Sal's carefully. As he'll probably be coming back here often, he takes as much time as he needs to study and remember every detail of the place.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

Penthar chimes in. "I have a Bag of Holding as well, that should also be able to carry a person. If Faelar's teleportation spell is going to be a mode of transportation for the group across long distances, then we might want to invest in one once we reach Aglarond."

 

[WampusCat43]

Nick replies, "I have naught but this haversack, and it appears near full. I do so look forward to this travel, however."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Mispost

 

[Kaitlin]

At Penthar's mention of the thieves' guild, Raena nearly spits. "The Shadow Thieves?" she says with clear hatred in her voice, the most emotion Penthar has seen from her yet. "Never has a more vile, contemptuous breed of scum crawled across Faerun, or Toril, for that matter. They have no love for the Art and shame the name of Shadow."

 

[Ferrix]

Hareka twists back to the others, his bulk shifting slowly, "I do not have such powers at my disposal at the moment, my wings though swift are not matched with teleportation." He downs a glass of light wine, tapping the tips of his claws together.