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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 467564" data-attributes="member: 2885">From Timmay's perspectiveAs the sounds of battle began to die out, Timmay scanned the corpse-littered field for signs of any remaining threat.  With most of his magic spent, the gnome would be resigned to using what cantrips he had left and then his readed crossbow should circumstances require such vulgar means.  But the battle was over and won; Jozam's body and those of his orcish retinue were strewn all about and the party reflexively began to search and strip their fallen foes.  This was a custom that they'd had great practice in and went swiftly, with Timmay making a thorough catalogue of the coin and items retrieved while Bartol and Erik split the heaviest loads amongst them.  Tim cradled the orcish adept's worn tome under his arm as the collected party surveyed the Riders' charge into the distant vale, a great wave that crashed into and consumed the monstrous ranks. Back in the company of Neylessa that afternoon the party shared their exploits and received the promised bounty before making way to the opened gates of Peldan's Helm.  Timmay was glad to see that damage from the siege was minimal and with their supplies delivered the group made way to Wilf's for their well-deserved rest.  An impish smile plays upon the gnome's lips as the taverner reminds them of the tales they'll be expected to share.  That night as Bernedette busies herself with their newly-acquired spellbook, Tim pores over the remaining resources they'd come by in their expedition and sets about making a fair distribution. The group agreed to pay Pepto for her services with the fine hand axe recovered from their defeated foes.  Bartol would find use for the arrows pending their identification, the scroll and alchemist's fire clearly meant for Thane, and Erik would presumably stake claim over the recovered platemail.  Timmay was at first surprised at Bernedette's reluctance to accept the payment offered for her potion, but the motive of her generousity quickly grew clear. "So far as the ring, we must first determine its properties and who would benefit most by its use."  If Bartol would teach Bernedette to use the fine elven blade she desired then that would be of no consequence to Timmay.  After all, it would not be Tim's money spent on the potions or scrolls to revive Bernedette when inevitably felled in an attempt at melee. The next morning Timmay went along with Bernedette into the Helm's inner keep to see Eliar, the elven castellan and, as the jokes went, far more to the human girl.  When Bernedette rushed forward to embrace the elder mage Tim somehow found the strength of will not to laugh or grin. "Timmay Scheppen of the township Glen," he introduced himself, "and a wizard of some circles' worth."  Timmay allowed his gaze to wander about the castellan's chamber as he and Bernedette exchanged words.  All the while he cradled the thick orcish tome beneath his arm, wondering if the elf would be so generous with him as with the young woman.  When finally asked about their business Tim brings his gaze up to bear. "Your lordship, Bernedette explained to me that you had assisted her in the scribing of a summoning spell.  I have in my possession a scroll of illusion, an heirloom, and I am now possessed of the knowledge and inclination to scribe it into my own spellbook.  I'm of mind to use this spell to entertain our friends of the Helm and the courageous Riders that have delivered it from danger during the tournament tomorrow.  That is my pressing business, as it will take me working throughout the night and morning to have the spell prepared in time.  Our adventuring on behalf of the Helm has not afforded me the chance to stock necessary materials, however."  Now Timmay holds up the worn volume that he had entered with. "But I do not come as a beggar," he continues, now wearing a smile.  "We recovered this spellbook from an orcish adept.  Bernedette spent some time studying it last night and there might be spells or lore of interest to you within."  Timmay casts a sideward glance to Bernedette and then extends the tome towards Eliard.  If she had any plans for scribing before the tournament now would be the time and place to announce them. "Bernedette is right about more trouble.  The 'Priest of Chauntea' she speaks of, the fake pilgrim, was indeed a priest but rather one of Bane, so we believe.  And he is not the Erlend that I asked you of before."  As the gnome speaks he shrugs off his pack and recovers Erlend's note in case Eliar wishes to see.  "Jozam, the priest, was instructed to siege Peldan's Helm only as a distraction while Erlend waited at the caves we'd discovered and completed a project.  We can assume that word of Jozam's failure has reached Erlend and that he has hastened his plans.  There is perhaps a tenday or more before Erlend makes his move. "Tomorrow should remain a time for celebration, but the days after must be spent in preparation by Peldan's Helm, the Riders, and all good people of the Dale for whatever foulness this Erlend has planned.  I have my suspicions that he's in league with the Zhentarim..."  Timmay goes on to relate their encounter with the bandits.  "I myself am at the cusp of a breakthrough in my research but require a proper laboratory to finish; mud and rain are not very conductive to our studies," he added with a soft chuckle.  "I am sure that each member of my party has their own mind on how to spend this time, but to prepare myself to defend the Helm once again I humbly request your cooperation in this research.  I will gladly share with you any progress made and my adventures have afforded me a sum of gold to recompense you for the materials spent, as you see fit." He drew silent to watch the shrewd elven magus weigh the debts within his mind's eye.  When it seemed as though Eliar had gotten a fair grasp of the proposal Timmay added one final afterthought. "Your patience is admirable but we mustn't forget that Bernedette does not enjoy the elvish luxury of time," speaking of the lost temple.  "It is my sincere desire to help her and your people in this quest.  When Mistledale sees the end of Erlend's threat I'll give my word to see Bernedette to the temple so that it might be reclaimed for all Corellon's people."  Having played all of his cards Timmay now resigned himself to awaiting Eliar's answer.</blockquote>

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