(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

Fendric: As the group prepares to depart, a sharp glint catches your eye, in the grass near where you placed the old knight in the saddle. On closer inspection, you see that it's a ring -- well-polished silver, completely unadorned.

 

[dpdx]

Fendric does a double take at the gleam in the grass, then dismounts, reaches over, and picks it up to examine. "Lo, comrades... this ring was upon the ground. It must also have been Exantrius'."

Believing that to be so, he puts it on.

 

[wings]

A little detect magic

Aerda closes his eyes, muttering soft elven words under his breath, the syllables flowing with a mystical sort of echo trailing each accent. His hands move slowly and fluidly, into simple gestures that in themselves would seem hard to remember. He puts two fingers over each eye, and marks a trail from his eyes to his chin as he slowly opens his lids. His red eyes begin the search for magical auras.

(spellcraft is at +8 for determining school of magic after 2 rounds.)

 

[Guilt Puppy]

There is indeed a very powerful magical aura associated with the ring -- peering closely at the pattern of its weave, you recognize the tell-tale signs of divination.

 

[wings]

Hrm

"Take good care of that ring. When we get nearer a town, if you chip in some gold i can identify that."

He nods to fedrick, and takes a cursory glance over the rest of the group as well, just to see if any of them carry magical items. If he finds nothing, he blinks his eyes rapidly, and can no longer see the magical auras. "Let's get riding, shall we?"

I think the road would be to obvious, but we should go first to Brother Milos Premule, taking the most direct route judging by the map.

 

[dpdx]

Fendric looks surprised when Aerda mentions the ring can be identified. "Oh! I wasn't aware it was magical! I shall protect it to the best of my ability, may the Shining One be my Guide."

Presuming Aerda makes his choice of route known to the rest of the group, as well, Fendric will concur, and set out in the direction the elf indicates.

 

[National Acrobat]

"If you have a day to kill," chimes in Merrim, "I have a spell that can do that. Unfortunately, it is a rather tiring and time consuming spell."

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Retro Spot =19.

IC:'Can I take a loot at that Ring, perhaps I can be of help as well...'

OoC:Bardic Knowledge Roll, total 14 Oh well...

 

[dpdx]

Fendric takes off the ring, and hands it to Niccolo. "Perhaps there's a legend about it."

 

[Vexed]

::The swarm hung low in the southern sky, a whirling flock of dark specks almost invisible against the looming trees of the small forest just off the road of rolling hills, spiraling down toward the lonely figure of a human male, kneeling a few feet away from a tilting long sword buried a few inches into the ground. Dawned in an assortment of brown and dark gray clothing, studded leather armor, and the end of his black cloak pulled to the side of his hip, tucked under one knee. A gust of wind blows several strands of his shoulder length black hair about his face, stinging his emerald green eyes. A glint of light is caught off a small metallic pendant that hangs over the clasp of his cloak. Several parchments lay scattered before him as he absent-mindedly scribbles something he had previously written before stopping abruptly...

In his mind a voice is heard
~The frozen men of your culture. They walked through cold to eat. They waited in line to sleep. They watched the street for signs. They waited for nothing and it came and stayed and never left. Never...~

::The voice trailed off as he realized the sound of horses coming over a hill behind him. Slowly he lifts his head, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks stained. He sniffs softly, and drags his arm under his nose, tilting his head to the side. Out of the corner of his eyes he notices those who approach. His eyes narrowing slowly.::