[sblock=Saellin]After he is satisfied with his disguise, Saellin has no problem finding the location of the bar from the information he gathered earlier. Finding the entrance to the basement tavern under the unused warehouse near the Howling River, Saellin opens the door and walks in.
Splinters of light stab through the cracks of shuttered windows and then on through the smoky gloom of this basement tavern. A greasy, fat hobgoblin serves drinks behind the bar. He hardly acknowledges newcomers. A raised lip and a bit of yellow fang are all one gets. Patrons retreat into the shadowy corners of the place, trying hard not to be noticed.
Saellin makes his way up to the bar, and the hobgoblin acknowledges him more.
“You’re ugly mug’s lookin’ better than it was last night. Seems ya recover’d from your wounds pretty well.” The barkeep says as he turns his back and grabs a bottle of the shelf behind him and putting it on the counter infront of Saellin.
“Here’s the usual for ya. Shyva’s not here right now, but…….”
The hobgoblin trails off and stares at the disguised elf a second and then gets an angry look on his face.
“Wait a minute here! You’re not Gaunt.!”
Saellin disguise (-2 for different race) vs. innkeeper's Spot (+6 for familiarity with Gaunt) (1d20+16=20, 1d20+7=21)[/sblock][sblock=SVEN]
Walking by the house once more, Sven searches for anything that might give him a hint of who lives here, but is unavailable to find anything other than a wood plaque with the address 5a King’s Circle on Seccuran elaborately carved into it. The same address that is on the note he holds in his hand. If it weren’t for the address itself, nothing about this house would make it stand out compared to the other ones in the neighborhood.
Unsatisfied, Sven makes his way back to the meeting spot. It doesn’t take him nearly as much time to get back as it did to find the home in the first place.[/sblock][sblock=Se'ket]
‘‘Word of the affairs of our professors with students seem travel faster than anything else around here.” Matra says with a voice of frustration as she is looking over some papers on her desk.
“I guess you could tell them you are working on a paper for the university or some such matter. They won’t care much about the murder of Gaunt as we tend to police or own business on campus.” She says as she sets down the paper was scrutinizing and looks to Se’ket..
“That’s why I tasked the group of you to do it. They might help if you trade some information.”
She turns back to the pile of papers on her desk and grabs another one, crinkling the paper as her frustration is becoming evident.
“Now go, I have other business to attend to. It seems you have this matter in hand.”[/sblock][sblock=Tome]
A search for a copy of any work of Belental Heirm’s, almost turns up nothing, but all is not lost. The warforged is able to come across a reference to Belental Heirm’s work in a book entitled,
“Tarnished Words; Works from Those Ridiculed”.
The book is a collection of passages from various authors across Khorvaire who have been labeled crazy, controversial, insane, or utterly discredited. Tome is able to find a complete chapter to Heirm’s
Deviant Celestia, entitled
“Conjunctions to Coterminiousness”.
Reading through the chapter, Tome finds that the writing insists there are more than 13 planes, and that conjunctions of celestial items are harbingers to times when these rogue planes become coterminous with Eberron. One particular paragraph stands out more than the others:
“Such coterminous states with these rogue planes are rare and wonderful events. If my calculations are correct, the next one will occur hundreds of years in the future. What such an event heralds is anyone’s guess, as we have absolutely know idea of what ilk of creature could inhabit the rogue planes. I will say this: Aryth in Tiamat they come. Then we will know for certain if I am correct in my calculations.”
[/sblock][sblock=Drigg & Karmana]Drigg patiently waits for Patron Helcondate or his homunculus to return. Karmana, meanwhile, uses this time as an excuse to further examine the semi-circle on the floor.
Kneeling down, the artificer is shocked. The auras surrounding this semi-circle are similar to auras he has examined before in his classes, but those auras were all individual. The ones surrounding this semi-circle seem to have been bonded together so that their effects are layered.
He has heard rumors that passing this semi-circle without the proper permission would result in the disintegration of those who were so bold to give it a try, and always credited those rumors to collegiate myth or exaggeration. But with the strength and number of these auras, he realizes there might be more truth to those rumors than he is willing to test.
Three hours go by and it is getting closer to the time they are to meet back up with the others. There is still no sign of when Patron Helcondate will return and none of the other patrons and professors passing by are able to help. They have their own matters to tend to.[/sblock]
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