Dude Where's My Ring? (DM: garyh, Judge: Ozymandias79)


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"Raaaaaggghhhh!"

Vrrsk't shouts in anger and frustration as the orc evades his grasp and skitters through the portal. He takes a step to follow, and stands for a moment with his mouth agape as the portal slams shut.

He surveys the scene, noting the eviscerated man, the circle of runes, and the suddenly-disappearing portal, and he wonders if the man was perhaps a sacrifice to feed some sort of ritual.

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Religion check to see if he can determine what the runes are, or if there was a ritual here... maybe where the portal would have gone.

Religion:1d20+4=21

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Magnus' cackling stopped and his face scrunched up in annoyance, as the orc escaped through the portal.

Hmph!

Stumping and jangling across the clearing he walked toward the strange runes. Slowly he walked around them, observing them, minus his usual incessant mumbling and cackling.

[sblock=ooc]

Arcana (1d20+9=25)
Religion (1d20+9=14)

Whichever is appropriate.

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[sblock=OOC]
Sorry to be so impatient, RBJ - if I'd waited just a few more hours you could have posted for yourself!

Might or might not have time to post tomorrow, so I'll give you the results of all your investigations Monday at the latest.
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[sblock=Kamotz]
Dennis's body is covered in deep and shallow cuts, but from the small amount of blood they seem to have been made after his heart had already stopped, except for the biggest and deepest, a gouge in the middle of his back. His face is twisted in an undignified expression of surprise.

By the disorder of the rough tradesman's clothes, the body has been searched once before. All that is left on it is a knife tucked into the belt, the fine red boots, and a note stuffed into an inner pouch:

Note said:
Just get the girl out into the woods, and my new friends will do the rest. Someone with your charm should have no trouble doing that. We'll be waiting with your payment.

-- J

A betrayer, betrayed in turn. Stabbed in the back without time to draw a weapon. This is how he lived and how he died.
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[sblock=Mikara]
You gather up and count the spilled gold, and count 20 gp and a ring. The ring bears the VonGravin family crest, similar to the one you've seen Reggie wearing, but with a few differences in the device.

[sblock=History 15]
A small figure has been inserted into the upper left of the crest, indicating a joining from a different family on the maternal line. This was Reggie's mother's ring.
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Still in the sack are a fine silver necklace and a roll of parchment. You unroll it to discover an especially fine drawing of Gwendolyn. You judge these each to be worth about 50 gp.
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[sblock=Vrrsk't]
The man's body is covered with both deep and shallow cuts, but you don't believe they were made as any sort of sacrifice, as none of them are particularly near the heart, eyes or any other common target. Just orcs having fun hacking at a dead guy.

The runes don't have any religious meaning you recognize - they remind you more of a primitive and sloppy version of arcane ritual circles you've seen in the past. Learning more about the ritual is a task best left to the spellcasters.
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[sblock=Morvannon and Magnus]
You easily recognize the marks as a targeting circle for the Linked Portal ritual or one of its variants, although rather sloppy and crudely drawn. In theory it should exactly match a permanent circle somewhere in the world (or another), but you don't recognize any specifics except for one series of marks that refers to the Feywild. Of course, the Feywild is just as big as the mundane world, so the ritual's destination could still be virtually anywhere.

The drawings are sloppy enough that you calculate a small but significant chance that the caster didn't come out where he intended to.
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Finished with inspecting the body, Kamotz sprinkles bone dust over his paperwork to dry the ink, and files each piece of parchment before returning the clerk-kit to his robes.

In the same motion he draws a hand held book from an alternate pocket, opens it with one hand and gestures with the other. Death, the creature before me, Your cler'k, has felt Your touch. Let not his soul wander aimlessly, lest that soul forget destiny. Let not his body be reanimated, lest it be said Death is powerless. Death be as a shroud unto this creature, here and beyond.

The book is replaced within flowing robes as Kamotz kneels, scoops the body over his shoulder, and turns to the rest of the group. Red lines already forming on the shifters dirty robes.
We have lost the ring, I claim this body. First it will travel to the Red Boots, then on to Death's Temple.

[sblock=OOC]

Used Gentle Repose Ritual

I know Mikara found the ring, but Kamotz doesn't, He'll likely go wherever with the group until things are resolved. But it'll be hard to get him to relinquish Dennis' corpse.

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"Lost the ring?!?" Morvannon stares at Kamotz in disbelief. He snarls at the remains of the ritual circle. "Arrgh, and this is so badly done it could go anywhere! Or nowhere! Clod-handed orcs!"

He closes his eyes and brings his hands up to rub his temples. *Some help you were.*
*my hands were tied*
*Oh, you have hands?*
*you are my hands*
*...Now my head hurts worse. Thanks so much.*
*don't mention it*

Taking a deep breath, the half-elf looks around. "I don't have the know-how to get this portal active again. Do you, Magnus?"
 

All humans are stupid
They end with ill-gotten gain
in shallow, vain graves.

Mikara throws Gwendolyn's portrait on the ground

The poor girl's fate is one that I'll not want.

Mikara picks aimlessly at the loot spilled from the bag like a girl who's spoiled her dinner. She pockets 10gp and discards the rest along with the necklace.

The others may have these, but here's the prize.

She holds the ring, cradling it surreptitiously and studying it from all sides.

I wonder if there's more than meets the eye.

[sblock=Skill Check:] Arcana: 1d20+1 = 16 to determine magical origin if any
Stealth: 1d20+9 = 12 to keep the ring out of view from the others while she inspects it (OK, so she's not so serreptitious).
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Mikara turns to the others holding the ring high (but being careful not to put it on her finger just yet), allowing the leaf-filtered sun to glint off of its golden facets.

"Ho, Ho! It seems we've found our preacious ring,
and trinkets here to ease our battle's sting!"
 
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