If Thoughts Could Kill

[Keia]

After defeating the girallon, Verra sighs and leans against the wall. Verra uses lesser body adjustment to heal himself and transfers his bow into his glove of storing as he leans. Unconsciously, his fingers tap out a complex rhythm on the wall.

"Zelestine, I can't be sure, but I think that Ellyn of the Wands was using Biocurrent against us. If that's true, then she's no mage, but a psion. Did you get the sensation that she was a chosen as well? If so, that would explain how she was tracking me . . . and we left her get away."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Me say we cook Jobu and get it to shut up. Trakus smiles and swats at the back of his brothers head. Tarkus really want some fine fishes and ail. maybe some of those Gnome fried potatos.

 

[Victim]

Where was Groknar getting all this information? He seemed to have access to incredible - for a half orc - reserves of information, but lacked the ability to interpret it. Scry. Planes. Teleport. It was all there, but he was too stupid to process it all. This "Jobu" needs to be investigated. Of course, Analyze Dweomer would probably be needed.

"The Planes contain many hazardous environs. After running from one fight, Ellyn and her slave would have little wish for another one, probably against outsiders with many magical protections. They would probably translocate back to this world quickly, placing them anywhere within a thousand miles of here. Therefore, we could track them down."

 

[Uriel]

Bellus slips towards the Great Beyond...

 

[GruTheWanderer]

Bellus slips towards the Great Beyond...

Bellus was healed by the healing circle. I let good clerics cast any healing spell spontaneously, not just the cure spells.

Magic items and other loot are listed in the OOC thread. Victim, I'll send the contents of the spellbooks via email.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Thanks for the clarification, Gru.
I'm not sure what my HP are at, but, in case they are still less than Max.
I will try my Cure Light Wounds Wand (+12 Use Device) until I am at full HP.

 

[Hammerhead]

No, no cook Jobu. He my bestest friend, other than you, brother. 'Sides, metal no taste good. Find inn, you get fishes, I get a roast pig.

Groknar leaves the Wilder guildhouse and the mayhem behind with his brother, as he tries to find an inn that serves roast pig and fish.

 

[GruTheWanderer]

While the half-orcs seek food at the nearest inn, the others question the dwarf, Cehvat. He is shocked by the suggestion that Ellyn is a psion, and doesn't want to believe it. However, he eventually admits that the Wilders who knew Ellyn best died shortly after her return. And he was disgusted by the need to use mind flayers.

The Wilders suffered other losses in the last day, as some of their strike teams clashed with Tulmercy's undead and squads from the Colorless Lodge. As far as he knows, no one but Ellyn is left.

Lysander is well rested, so he uses Remote Viewing several times to locate Ellyn. Despite his best efforts, no trace is found. The Wilder leader seems to have gone to ground somewhere that scrying cannot penetrate.

Eventually you return to the Colorless Lodge to rest and recuperate. After several days of searching, Ellyn remains unfound, but Tulmercy has been found. The lich apparently travels inside the skeleton of an animated dire bear. The creature currently rests in the middle of a blasted desert, where once a titanic struggle was waged. The desert is sixty miles to the west of Uriel.

 

[Hammerhead]

You see? Dead man bad. He kill other people. If we kill him, we take his stuff. Jobu says that dead guys like him become dead again after you kill him, see? So we at least take his magic and know what mean tricks he have. And Jobu says he is right about the plains and the sky, whatever that means. Jobu also says I stupid when he gets mad at Groknar, so he wrong sometimes. Groknar say we find dead guy and make him more dead, and Jobu agrees. That two votes. Groknar smashes his fists together in anticipation of another coming battle between his new friends and more enemies. Jobu, of course, remains silent, ever circling the half-orc.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

By Kord! Tarkus and Tuskaar will smash puny dead man into small dead bits. Jobu very wise Tarkus says eating a bit of trail rations he has. He wanders over to Groknar and slaps him on the back. Brother we need keep small ones better alive. He points at the rest of the group.