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5E [IC] Adventures in Ashwell: The Edge of Dispater

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Raghnall stares into the distance going back down there was a bad idea but he couldn't leave that vile sorcerer down there extending his arm Raghnall nods."I will kill that monstrosity if it costs my life. These people don't remember anything, everything is the same as before we left."


"We have the advantage this time. First, we don't have to defend the children. Second, we know he uses cold spell as his go to attack and he can summon devils. Finally, I can use this without it trying to kill me. But maybe he can detect it from afar so we can use myself as bait."


Realizing that he is standing in the middle of the road with his book open with likely an extatic smile, he regains his composure and heads to the inn. There, he sees his companions and his cousin and goes strait to them. "When do we go back?" he says, laconically but to the point.

"Ah, Thael." with wide smile, young explorer hugs the elf "I was just explaining what happened. And how we now have advantage against the sorcerer. And I'm wondering when will others appear and what will they remember. We need to compare memories."

OOC: speaks in suitable language to each, but translates as needed
 

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Steve Gorak

Explorer
Thael impatience washes over by the affections of his cousin. He hugs him back, glad that they are all safe in the inn. But his curiosity is rekindled when he remembers the book the innkeeper has. He answers his cousin "Agreed, and maybe we can learn a thing or two before we go back. Excuse me for a moment" and he steps away, and heads towards the innkeeper.

"Greetings! I will need accomodations for the night. Do you have rooms available?" Thael knows the answer, but figures he needs to act "normally". As he waits for an answer, his eyes scan the books on the shelf, again, trying to act "normally" and he says: "That looks like a rather interesting book, mind if I borrow it?". Knowing the answer, he prepares the items he will offer as a security deposit: his mace and crossbow.

After the innkeeper's response, Thael says "How about weapons in exchange of words". It's an attempt at being funny, as funny a sages ca be. "this thing cost me a good 25 gold when I got it" he adds, pointing at the crossbow.
 

industrygothica

Adventurer
Kilvo finds himself at a table in the center of the room, a full mug of ale on the otherwise empty table. He takes a moment to blink away the confusion, then promptly turns the full mug of ale into an empty one. The hollow thud as he slams the mug down on the table signals the barmaid that he is in desperate need of a refill.
 

Creamsteak

First Post
There's only Pete, no barmaid, but he'll hustle a bit to make sure you've got your tankard full.

He agrees to hold the items in exchange for holding the book. "You seem committed, though I wager the book might still be worth more. The illuminations are quite pretty, but I can't make much more sense out of that."
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Thael heart is racing. illuminations! it must be magical! He thinks. "Thank you sir", he says to the innkeeper; "I will retreat to my room to freshen up."

Going back at his companion's table, he tells them. "I have a hunch that this book contains information that we will find useful. I will be in my room. I need about an hour. Come and get me if there is a problem".

In the room, Thael is torn. He wants to go through his spellbook to see everything he now understands, and wants to start to decipher those things he can't...yet! However, the book is calling, and he starts invoking ritual magics to learn about its secrets.

OOC: Ritually cast comprehend languages, then read book
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall is bemused by all the excitement over a book knowledge would not save you from a sword blow however curiosity gets the better of the man, leaning over Raghnall peers at the book.
 

Creamsteak

First Post
The number Mansions is unknown, although it is known that the mightiest and oldest, the High Mansions, numbered nine. The greatest, most powerful and most populous was Siöl, located deep under the northern Great Kayarsus Mountains, defending a series of fortified passes leading east into Eänna. The proudest and most fiercely independent was Nihrimsûl, located under the south-eastern Yimaleti Mountains. Cil-Aujas lay in the east, under the peak of Aenaratiol at the south tip of the Osthwai Mountains. Ishoriöl, the Exalted Hall, lay in the far west, beyond the Demua Mountains near the shores of the Great Ocean. Viri lay underneath the peak of Antareg in the Urokkas, a small range of mountains overlooking the Sea of Neleöst, the Misty Sea. Illisserû, the Lighthouse, was located in the Betmulla Mountains overlooking the Sea of Meneanor, with Curunq under the Araxes Mountains of the east and Cil-Aumûl under the Hinayati Mountains of the far south. Western-most of the Nine was Incissal, located under hills near the Great Ocean.

Each Mansion was built under mountains to hide it from the watching eyes of the gods. It is thought of this author that the gods feed on feelings, emotions, suffering, greed, laughter, and love in all their myriad forms. The rulers of each mansion sought to avoid the sight of the gods on the outside, but what they had not expected was to find that which dwells in the depths. Fleeing from the gods who feast on our strengths and weaknesses, they cast themselves deep into the earth only to find that there too were gods. These new gods were young, not yet having taken true shape, and they gave power to some.

The rulers of the mansions closest to these sore wounds in the world learned to silence emotion in themselves. Only the protection of the logos, a kind of rigid logic, could keep this thing at bay. So they built a wall, a great barrier between themselves and the depths. Yet, forces above and below, and the natural shifting of the plates of the earth itself would occasionally crack these walls.

The book goes on to detail one such crack, and the man who went into the depths to seal this thing... though looking at the end it appears he never himself returned to tell this story and it largely sounds like a fantasy conjecture... something apocryphal.
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
OOC: Does the geographic references mean anything to Thael? History [roll0] plus [roll1] from guidance


A bit disappointed that the book didn't contain more, Thael focuses on his spellbook, and relishes in the new found understanding he has of the arcane arts. He commits as many of these spells to memory as they they will certainly come handy.

Before leaving his room, he casts another ritual, focusing on the book borrowed from the innkeeper, just to make sure the book isn't magical. He will keep his concentration on the spell, in case he perceives more magic around this area.

OOC: cast Detect magic as a ritual, he maintains concentration on the spell as he comes back to his companions


Meeting back up with his companions, Thael laconically says to his cousin "Have you learned anything new, because I haven't?". He then returns the book to the innkeeper in exchange for his gear.
 

Creamsteak

First Post
[sblock=History]The number of "mansions" in this work matches the number of large mountain ranges on the main continent. These mountain ranges, however, are quite large. Finding some burried city might be impossible. Historically the elves did trade with a race of grey-skinned men from across the ocean in ancient times. Of course, this was back when magic was considered more common than it is now.[/sblock]
 



Creamsteak

First Post
Pete seems to notice the group is on edge. He decides to go for a cask of something he keeps around for special occasions. "Friends, I have not known you long but you seem to know each other more than I had expected. I know times are trying, but at least we have good company."

He offers pours of some sort of brandy. He muddles it with a bit of sugar if someone prefers.
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall eyes the liquid suspiciously what if this was some kind of poison a ploy by what ever was lurking below? Raghnall's paranoia consumes him he looks around the room keeping one hand close to his axe.
OOC: [roll0]
 

Creamsteak

First Post
[sblock=Insight]Raghnall notices that the glass container that Pete was pouring from has a jester painted on it. Pete seems nice enough, though, in the weak way of people not of your own culture.[/sblock]
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Knowing Pete's grasp of his language is poor he hopes his knowledge of their customs are also, Raghnall places a hand over each cup and says"That bottle has the face of that,that creature on it caution."
 

Creamsteak

First Post
The innkeeper seems distraught that everyone keeps looking back and forth as if something is wrong here. "Look, I don't know what's going on... but if you're looking to have questions answered... perhaps you should see the Oracle? She's supposed to have lived in Ashwell since before the ground broke open. They say she was just a little girl then, but she's been here since this all started. The town has strange effects on people, lots of 'full moons' if you know what I mean. If it's not the place for you, go home. But if you intend to say, maybe she can help you right your mind. I hear even the inquisitor at the keep takes advice from her from time to time..."

OOC: Just trying to get some direction from the players going, one way or another. Let me know.
 


Steve Gorak

Explorer
OOC: Apologies, I'm on vacation and my posting will be unreliable for the next two eeks or so. Please feel free to auto pilot Thael to keep things moving


Thael's eyes widen has he hears the innkeeper mention the Oracle. "We must go and see this Oracle!" he says, and keeps to himself the thoughts of an inquisitor being in town. I must remain discreet with my magics he thinks to himself.
 


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