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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 1796644" data-attributes="member: 71">Sul, 1st of Rhaan, part IIIPart III“Bonal Geldem!” Baldon said.  “That’s who we were supposed to contact at Morgrave!”“Interesting…” I pondered. “We’d better do some asking around. I wouldn’t mind some confirmation that he is our dead body.  While were at it, let’s also see what we can find out about this journal. ”While Samia and I went ‘round the taverns around Morgrave University and the local watch hangout, Gear and Baldon went back home with the rest of the group to examine the book.While we were able to find out that Bonal did work at the Morgrave University, specializing in Pre-Galifar studies, there was no news of his death at the Morgrave taverns.  Since he had so recently died, I didn’t really expect anyone there to know.At the local Watch hangout, we had to wait around until the shift changed.  We asked about Sergeant Dolom’s latest case, and all we were able to get was that it was a provost at the Morgrave University.  We returned home to find Gear yanking the book out of Target’s hands, and frantically slapping at it as if it was on fire and he was trying to put it out while Rand and Baldon looked on.“What’s going on?” I asked.Rand chuckled.  “Well, Gear was trying to figure out what the book wouldn’t take a mark, and Target here thought we’d see if would catch on fire.  He kind of threw it into the fireplace.”Gear looked relieved. “Well, it won’t catch on fire, either.  Target, you need to tell me before you try stuff!  It nearly stopped my heart.”Target looked, if anything, penitent.Samia said, “Awww, it’s ok.  You meant well.  Gear just got a little upset.”Baldon said, “I tried to identify the magical properties of the item, but was unable to.”  He raised an eyebrow significantly, and I wondered if his House Tharkash heritage had anything to do with his attempt.  The House of Finding had unusual powers in the area of information retrieval.  Could he have a dragonmark?I took the book in my hand.  It was a small book, about 3 inches by 6 inches and 1 inch thick.  It had a dark brown leather cover with strands of mithral woven in a strange pattern.  It had no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover.  Gear said, “Well, it looks like it’s an ancient journal of House Cannith.  This sigil on the front is an old design of House Cannith.  The sigil is magic, but we’re not sure what it does.  There is some sort of transmutation magic on it, which means that it changes something.  My guess is that it would change the pages into something readable.  You can’t write on it, you can’t burn it, and you can’t change it in anyway.  The paper feels odd, like it’s not paper but it could be magicked.”“What do you think is in it?  Does your knowledge of House Cannith or maybe some things you’ve seen around the foundry give you any ideas?” I asked.“It could be anything, from a diary to instructions.  Or both.  If this was someone’s work-book, where they kept a running journal of their work, it could have sketches, instructions, personal notes, shopping lists, anything. As far as we’re concerned, though, it’s a blank book.”I reported to the group what we had discovered about Bonal, and we discussed the day’s events.  Gear repaired Target using his dragonmark, and it was fascinating to watch the mark shimmer and move and tendrils o magic wrap around Gear’s arm and flow into Target’s damaged body.I was exhausted from the day’s travails, and headed up to bed to sleep.  Everyone else began yawing, so I mentioned that we had to be up at dawn.“Target, since you don’t have to sleep, could you wake us at first light?”, Gear asked.“Yes,” Target said seriously.On her way up, Samia said, under her breath, “We need to loosen that boy up a bit.”With that, we called it a night.Any questions? Comments?</blockquote>

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