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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 1948384" data-attributes="member: 12118">Interludes, continuedNorderil - [SBLOCK]Over the last few days of the ship's voyage, you are bothered not only by your disturbing dreams, but also by a number of odd, unexplained happenings.  From time to time, small objects seem to vanish from your room; a pen, a few small tools, and even a knife.  Occasionally, a soft greenish glow will seem to appear out of thin air, and you can hear faint whisperings that seem to come from outside the ship.One night, as you are fitfully sleeping, a sudden noise wakes you.  In the flickering light from your everburning torch you can see that the survival manual you were reading earlier has fallen off of your reading table.  The thump of the book striking the floor was no doubt what awakened you.  You slowly pull youself out of your bunk in order to set the book aright (the thought of leaving a book to simply lie open on the floor like a common piece of trash is somewhat offensive).Suddenly, the book begins to glow softly, a sickly green color that barely provides any illumination.  Dimly, you see the book lift itself up off the floor, hover in the air for a few moments, then slowly settle back down again.  All the while, the pages of the book flutter furiously, as if some ghostly researcher were desperately trying to find some crucial piece of information.  The glow slowly fades and the pages stop rustling.  The green light lingers fainly on the last page revealed and vanishes.Curiousity impels you to look at the open book.  The passage revealed is a historical note, something you had skipped over earlier in order to get to the more practical elements of the book.  Is there something haunting this ship?  And what sorts of terrible secrets is it trying to hint at?The passage from the book reads as follows:"Only one expedition has ever ventured into the actual landmass of the Frostfell, although several other have reached the ice shelf, or 'false land'.  It is from Lord Boroman's expedition, sponsored by the Wayfinder Foundation, that we have obtained most of the information presented in this book.  The expedition members were:  Lord Boroman ir'Dayne, group leader; Krosklinn Genlom Steelsing, enviormental specialist, Terrovin ir'Morgrave, archivist; Grinton Steed, equipment wrangler; V.S. d'Cannith, arcanist; and Uz Fullstar d'Jorasco, medical expert.  Sadly, not all of the explorers returned.  Grinton Steed was lost on the ice, seperated from his party and never found.  His sacrifice in the name of exploration will always be remembered."[/SBLOCK]Karthak - [SBLOCK]Your examination of the Warforged brings several interesting anomalies to your attention.  First of all, the shield it was carrying has a gentle magical aura, a soft glow of abjurative magic, possibly faith-based in origin.  Secondly, the Warforged itself has a minor magical thread wound through its life force, as though it is subject to some sort of enchantment.  Finally, the stone that hovers in the Warforged's chest cavity radiates not one, but two strong magical auras.  One aura is obviously some sort of Enchantment magic, and it is this magic that seems to be entwined with the Warforged's soul.  A compulsion of some sort?  You cannot say for sure.The second aura is more interesting, but also somewhat disturbing.  It is powerful Necromancy, but it is not static, like most magical auras are.  It flickers, ebbs and flows, and seems to move as you look at it, almost as though it were alive in some sense.  It is one of the oddest magical configurations you have ever seen, and you cannot begin to guess at its purpose.One more odd thing draws your attention as you study the construct.  The severe wound on the Warforged's neck seems to have been tampered with, as though someone were trying to repair it.  Could Norderil have done this?  If so, why would he not have told the rest of the group?[/SBLOCK]Toshanharath - [SBLOCK]You have found that the cold air, when it is not windy, acts as an aid to your meditation, helping to bring focus your mind.  As the ship winds its way through the towers of ice, the crow's nest goes largely unused (the icebergs, taller than the ship's mast, block all lines of sight).  You're by no means anitisocial--you're quite happy to interact with your other explorers--but every so often it does you good to have a few quiet moments to yourself.One day, you are sitting in the crow's nset, practicing your breathing exercises, when you feel the Emerald Lion suddenly become very agitated.  You open your eyes to a wonderous sight: a small bird, perhaps a seagull, made entirely of crystal.  No, not crystal, you realize--ice.  The shimmering bird lands no more than a few feet away from you, cocking its head to the side slightly, as if curious.  A moment later, the bird is gone, slowly drifting away on the breeze.How can it possibly fly--isn't the ice surely too heavy?  A few seconds later, you spot an entire flock of the ice birds, migrating from one ice tower to another.  Where could such things have come from, and who could have made them?[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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