(Adventure) The Burning Tower (Knight Otu Judging) [Concluded]

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant sighs. Well, that won't work. Her plan had been to use Fridley as a go-between to purchase some scrolls.

"I agree with Morulas, sort of....

Fant is surprised by the amount of thought and diplomacy in Persephone's words. Her opinion of the girl is still of someone who is air-headed, but it is upgraded somewhat.

If Persephone's plan to dismiss the field doesn't work, Fant will say "We've got nothing that can hurt it besides Persephone, and maybe Gorefoot or Ishmael, if they can hit it hard enough, and we're not sure about Her Maj- excuse me, Percy. Someone toss in a copper piece, and we'll see." She speaks as if Morulas' concerns had been addressed in full; as far as she's concerned, they have. "If it works, we'll move in tomorrow." She begins making sure everyone has a place to sleep.

 

[Patlin]

The smoke doesn't even stir in response to Persephone's command.

ooc:Heading to the airport, will be out of contact for most of the day. Edit: I do indeed have internet access here.

 

[Dalamar]

OoC: Rodimus is down to 3 out of 10, if my math is correct. But I don't think we're charging in at the time, so it isn't that important for him to get healed.

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone will prepare to cast magic missile. If the creature shows itself again at the sight of another copper, she'll let it have it.

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars shrugs, fishes out another copper, and tosses it in.

 

[Patlin]

Luring the creature to the edge of the field, Persephone lets fly with magic missiles. They splash into the field and are dissipated without result, as the field blocks line of effect. Fortunately, there are no other repercussions... the experiment would have been a lot more dangerous with a fireball!

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

"I feared as much. After the failure of my mage hand spell, I suspected that no magic would penetrate the field." She throws up her hands. "I'm pretty useless, I'm afraid. From out here, anyway."

She thinks back to the earlier encounters with this being. Could the party hear sounds from through the field? Like the arrows striking, the dagger and coins falling?

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant frowns pensively. "Which means no one can hurt it but you, and then only if you enter the field. Which means if you can't kill the thing with however many spells you have on a given day, you've no recourse." She sighs. "Dammt. Well, nothng for it." She looks around the group. "We'll wait until tomorrow and see if anything happens. Does anyone have any skill binding wounds?" She will cautiously pick up the spellbook. "Persephone, I want you and Ishmael- and anyone else who thinks they might be able to glean something- to study this and see if anything occurs to you. We'll get some rest in the meantime."

Assuming no one else has any ideas, she'll organize a watch order once it's time to sleep (what time of day is it?). There will be five two-hour shifts. Nars will take the first, Rodimus and Ishmael the second, herself and Morulas the third, Gorefoot and Morulas the second, and Morulas and Persephone the last. "I apologize, Morulas, that you have more than one watch, but if I was informed correctly your sleeping arrangements are unique." Her uncle had told her of Elves' unique value as sentries since, he said, they did not sleep as men did but entered a strange meditative trance that required only an hour to provide what would be, for a man, two hours of rest.

 

[Zweischneid]

"I apologize, Morulas, that you have more than one watch, but if I was informed correctly your sleeping arrangements are unique."

Morulas curved, blue eyes cloud over as his sight turns inward to the memories of times and places of another age. Barely audiable he whispers:
'Your uncle was, I am afraid, mistaken, Lady of Lionel. It is not the need for rest that makes my kind trance again and again each day. Rather it is the splendor of a new sunrise and the joys of a new day that gives us the strenght to face.. , to relive once more, all that has far to quickly faded into the shrouded past, if only for a short time each night.'

Shaking the cobwebs from his mind, he looks up to face the noble lady again.
'But I will gladly take the watches you have set out for me. Lets hope the new dawn will bring new insights.'

Trying to assuage his earlier insult, the elf offers politely.
'But since I can hold an extended watch, maybe you should take the chance to rest and relax, Lady of Lionel. The writings that I studied on humankind at home told me that their aristocracy, and especially their women, expect physical and mundane tasks to be performed by people of .. hmm, lower status. That would be the right word, wouldn't it. It seems like the domestics normally asociated with your social standing didn't make it into this tower?'

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

"I"ll go in tomorrow. I don't see what alternative we have except to sit around and starve. I can cast 6 magic missiles a day. As long as a person or two can come with me and keep the smoke-monster away from me for that time, I should be able to get all six off. As long as I can see my opponent, they never miss, so I can shoot them from behind someone. As many of the rest of you as possible need to stay outside. If we can't kill it, no point sacrificing more people than necessary."

As they prepare to sleep, she approaches the deep halfling. "Perhaps you can say a prayer for us, Ishmael. I fear our chances are not very good." A small tear makes its way down her soft, smooth cheek. "I never really figured I'd die adventuring..."