[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge


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Flawed looks around until they reach the door, and is especially on the outlook behind them. The one disaster with the spider was enough, and the still did not know what became of Vincennes. As they come to the door, and Flawed sees Plonk already going to the door, it says "Wait, Plonk. Let Gannon and me check for the presence of magic first. Not just on the door. Maybe the two creatures followed us under a spell."

If Gannon agrees, Flawed will cast its detect magic spell, checking which auras are around the door or behind the group. (15% spell failure)
 
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Flawed:
[Arcane Spell Failure, roll of 43 on d%, success] You detect two auras on the door, one strong and one rather weak, [Spellcraft checks: roll of 7 on d20, +6 skilled, total 13, failure, roll of 17 on d20, +6 skilled, total 23, success] and identify the weaker of the two auras as some kind of conjuration magic. The stronger aura, for some reason (likely the complexity of the spell and skill of the caster) defies identification. You detect no other auras in the surrounding area.
 

"I can sense two auras on the door, a weak aura of conjuration, and a strong aura... but I cannot place what the strong aura is. There are no other auras that I can sense."
 

Gannon takes Bonal's journal from his backpack and starts to flip through its pages, looking for any entries that might have anything to do with this door. "Let's see if the late professor wrote anything about this."
 

"Oh Flawed you're so wise... what would we do without you?" says Plonk, who lays a hand on the Warforged's waist, since he can't reach the creature's shoulder.
 

(That comment is downright ironic considering that Flawed competes with Rawhide for the least Wisdom. :p)

"It is a Cannith seal. It was bound to have some kind protection." Flawed answers, oblivious to Plonk's touch, and eager to hear if Gannon finds something in the journal.
 

Gannon: As you look at the journal, you find all the pages to be blank.
[Intelligence check] After a moment, however, you remember that you didn't see any text in the journal until after Lady Elaydren took it from you.
 

Rawhide stands in the muck, picking his nose, and grumbles. "Talk talk talk - all deys does in talk talk talk..." He flicks an unusually spectacular specimen into the sealed door and chuckles to himself...
 

Plonk waits for Flawed or Gannon to make a decision. He didn't like it that he was lumped with the... beastie in terms of leadership. He tapped his feet and waited...
 

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