A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game

The Druids

"Please come aboard gentlemen, you are most welcome" turing to one of the crew he says "Please inform Master Grumbar that we need hot ter/ coffee and his best to be sent to my cabin...kindly inform him I have to make amends for upsetting the druids"....
 

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The questioning begins...

The two elderly Druids, a man and a woman, move with surprising ease from the life-ship to the deck of the Retribution. They are accompanied by a wolf of impressive size and Michael just catches a glimpse of a large venomous snake moving beneath and man's robe. The man speaks, "I am Purcel and this is Eva. You are the Captain of this vessel? We'll start with you, but we may need to speak with the others--a necromancer, an elemental, a bard, an arcanist and a divine caster who were involved in this most serious breach." They accompany you to the cabin in silence, but their eyes miss nothing. Once the door is closed Eva turns to Purcel, "You feel it too? Most distressing." Purcel speaks once more, "Captain, their is a most unbalanced item or items on this ship. The pull of the dark magic is enormous. What sort of ship are you running here?"
 

The Druids

"Very Simply, a ship trying to survive dark magics"......he will then ask Guiesspiie to have the chest brought from the Priestess quarters to the Captains Cabin.."I assume you have heard about the problems at Mermaids' Rest?...there we encounterd foul magics and were successful in disrupting their plans to enslave and or kill many important people" Michael will then relate the story of the altar and the dream and what was seen there" Then as the chest arrives he says "We were most recently attacked by an Ice Lich of considerable power and only thru the valent efforst of MY crew were these items not taken from us"...he will then open the casks and revealed the daggers packed in salt. "Perhaps you are more familar with these items than us..all our attempts thus far to shield them have proved spotty at best, but we have managed to keep them from being recvoverd by agents of the dark"
 

Upon seeing the daggers again Michael's heart leaps into his throat. His vision narrows. He could show these dottering officous old tree huggers a thing or two about power. With the daggers in hand they'd cower at his feet. (Will save please. :p ) When the daggers are revealed both Druids examine them carefully, but neither touches them. They share some meaningful glances, but do not speak in front of you. They seem oblivious to the internal stuggle Michael is waging, though the snake does peek out and stare at Michael.
 

OOC: It is a good thing I'm alone in the building just now otherwise my co-workers would think I'd lost it sitting here giggling over my keyboard. :lol:
 


Michael wins his internal stuggle but a cold sweat pops out on his forehead and he has an unpleasant bitter taste in his mouth such that he is unable to enjoy the food and drink prepared by Grumbar. Indeed, so distracted is he by the prescense of the daggers that later he can't recall what was eaten or even if he ate at all. Eva says, "Please seal this back up until we decide on a next move." The add some mistletoe leaves to the salt and say a brief incantation in the secret language of the Druids before the box is sealed.

"Now Captain, we must discuss the manipulation of the weather in this area. It is well known that all weather in the inner sea is controlled by our order with the dispensation of the Empire." He tosses this last out off-handedly as if it is of little import. "We take a very dim view of anyone intentionally mucking about and there are serious legal considerations. We are aware that there have been three serious attempts at weather manipulation in the last 48 hours at this location. Two attempts to reduce the temperature and one to restore the warmth. Please note that anything you say at this point will be considered a matter of official record, but that your candor in this matter is required."
 

The Druids

'You wish candor then candor you shall have"..Michael says..."Within the last five minutes since the daggers have been unsealed I have just barly managed to resist their temptaion to take them up and have you grovel at my feet and show you the real meaning of power" as to the weather....I am guilty on two of the accounts that i know of...the first one being when i instructed the ship's singer to sing a song of summer and of warthm to help combat the ice lich and his frozen minions and to keep the daggers from falling into his hands despite his offer of welath and power if i would just surrender them.......the second attempt was done to presever the ice berg and the sacared pool belonging to the elemental until we cojuld figure out a way to take it north into cooler waters. The first one i ordered done in the heat of combat, the second in a desire to save the elemental.....and i did not think about the legal implications.
 

The two old Driuds are annoyingly smug during Michael recounting of the tale. They give off no cues at all as to their thoughts on his comments and he feels as if speaking to a couple of statues. As he finishes Purcel asks, "And the necromantic magic used to call the north wind initially?"
 


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