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I have reservations about handing the Ghostlord's phylactery back to its undead owner, Larian admits. Whatever creature has created it is surely a thing of evil itself. How can we aid it in such a way? Other than that, your assessment is sound, and the path you propose suits me well.

"I have some reluctance as well, but from the sound of things, the Ghostlord is an ally to the army only because they hold this item. If by returning it, we can make him (or it) an enemy to that army, I think we must risk it. Unless we think we can destroy this thing- would that not destroy the Ghostlord? while that might not make him an active enemy of those who once held it, he would also not be helping any longer... What do the rest of you think?," Tyrla asked, looking at each of the others in turn.
 


For what it's worth, since you attacked the keep at dawn you still have a full day to work with before the sun goes back down. You can probably make it back to the elves in that amount of time.
 

"Well," the halfling chimes in, "with my minor injuries already taken care of, I'm ready for whatever. And as nasty as this stinkin' pool o' lizard-piss is, I've no objections to lookin' for sunken treasure a bit before we leave. We've already soiled ourselves in it as it is, me most of all." He shudders a bit and spits once into the marsh, still tasting the foul ichor from the egg-pool in the back of his nose.

"I'm all for returnin' the Ghostlord's bauble if it'll turn the undead against the gobbos an' their ogrish buddies. Especially if they might soften up or get rid of any more godsawful dragons those smelly greenskins may've somehow gotten on their side. I still can't believe the stupid little cowards got any dragons t' help." Warren adds with a disbelieving shake of his head.
 

Avril - Human Druid - AC 20 - hp 24/49+3d8+9 - Spot +13 - Listen +13

Avril grinned at Warren's comments, after which she added a polite thank you. Her ally had been through many things with her in the past, and both he and Larian knew the extent of their desire to win over evil.

She looked around the place, and then surveyed the area beneath the water. "Thanks to Siobhan's healing, I too am able to continue, and can take the form of a crocodile to explore further underwater. But, while I don't claim to understand dragons, I would think that unless something is really well hidden, the dragon and its master would've found most things of value by now. I'm not sure we are capable of finding that which is very well hidden, unless it is hidden by magic. In which case, Tyrla, you'd be well suited to finding those things that are well hidden."

She shrugged. "As for the Ghostlord, I too think it is a necessary evil. But if we approach the Ghostlord for an audience, there is no need to play our cards too soon and reveal the true purpose of our mission. Unless, Larian, you think the Ghostlord will be able to detect this phylactery of its?" She shrugged again. "I'm of the opinion that we can spend some time here as we wish, but that it would be best to return to the elves if we can still make it today. I won't deny that I miss Mandla." She smiled almost sheepishly, before submitting her words to her allies.

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Spells and Abilities Active:

Extended Barkskin (140 minutes)
Resist Energy (Acid 20) (Larian. 70 minutes)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Wild Shape (1 Used)
Barkskin
Lesser Metamagic Rod of Extend (1 Used)
Call Lightning
Cure Moderate Wounds
Flame Strike
Cure Light Wounds
Cure Minor Wounds (2)
Pearl of Power (1st)
Pearl of Power (2nd)
Potion of Cure Light Wounds (2)

XP:

3750 XP (Lake Rhest Town Hall)

Spells Prepared (Normal 6/4/3/2/1, Wis 0/1/1/1/0):

Level 0 (6): Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic (2), Guidance
Level 1 (5): Enrage Animal, Faerie Fire, Obscuring Mist, Produce Flame
Level 2 (4): Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Cat's Grace
Level 3 (3): Stone Shape
Level 4 (1):

Avril's Character Sheet
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"I think it most likely that we've found most of what there is to find, and done as much harm to the enemy as we will be able to here. If we are to make it back to the elves tonight, and hopefully a safe rest, we ought to head out now. If we intend to scour this place, I think we must commit to spending the rest of the day, and camping, then returning to the elves tomorrow. Either way, I think we can debate the merits of dealing with the ghostlord at length- we must recover our map before we know where to look for him, and most likely the journey will not be a short one..." Tyrla paused, and looked around the group again. "My vote is to leave now, and try to get back to the elven village tonight. Hopefully our efforts here will earn us a decent welcome there, and we can decide where to go next. How say the rest of you- Stay or go?"
 

I agree, and look forward to a night spent in the comfort of an elven bed, rather than here in the leavings of the ogres, Larian says.
 

Your trip back through the swamp, including the use of the instant-boat Drellin's Ferry is rough at first. There are numerous lizardfolk tribes in the area in various places, and either avoiding them or just trying not to annoy them takes some work.

A mile from the lake of Rhest, you spot something you did not see from above during your flight to the sunken city. On the edge of a shallow mossy pool a large granite rock sits. Under the rock, leaning upwards towards the light, a flower can be seen.

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Avril, Tyrla, and Larian:
[sblock]These flowers are a type of swamp lily. When steeped for an hour, it can be used to make a potion that grants low-light vision and a +10 circumstance bonus to spot and search checks. There's roughly enough for 2 doses.[/sblock]

Further ahead on your return trip you happen upon a strange sight. A rather large tree, reaching up more than fifty feet, has been split straight down the middle. Not much more can be said for the matter. There is no sign of burning, chopping, cutting, or lightning. It simply seems to have been divided by a paper thin seperation and then pulled apart.

After some more time, you finally arrive at the edge of the elven village on their small swamp-island.
 

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[OOC: Pender recovers from his self-induced stupor]

Pender lets out a snort and says, "Well, it may not be pretty, but at least it's safe. I, for one, am curious as to what manner of beast or wizard could do such a thing to that tree back there..."
 

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