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(Inactive) Psion's Return to the Tomb of Horrors (IC)
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Kafkonia
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Returning to the inn, Ari overhears her dwarven companion's conversation with the inkeeper.
"It seems to me," she remarks, "that the crew may not have abandoned ship of their own will. We should seek out their Captain, for his sake as well as oursl. He should know that it was not disloyalty that took his men from him, but magic most foul."
Returning to the inn, Ari overhears her dwarven companion's conversation with the inkeeper.
"It seems to me," she remarks, "that the crew may not have abandoned ship of their own will. We should seek out their Captain, for his sake as well as oursl. He should know that it was not disloyalty that took his men from him, but magic most foul."
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
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Satisfied that the bodies he's lit with his torch will burn through enough to snuff out the possiblity of the wights returning to wreak more havoc, Peja straightens from his gruesome task with a grunt of displeasure. Turning toward Khale's, Peja trundles over on short legs to try to rejoin his companions. When stopped and queried by the Watch, Peja offers a brief recap, and chips in a bit of advice. "Keep fire handy, and burn your dead as soon as they depart this world. Don't ye be waiting out no grieving period. Burn 'em all, do this an' ye'll cut down on the likelihood what as a body can be returned to haunt the living." When the watchman pales and looks askance at Peja for suggesting something that clearly goes against local culture, Peja simply shrugs and moves back into Khale's in time to catch the dregs of conversation going on between Doorgath and the barkeep.
Quiet, Peja listens to all that is offered. After accepting a tankard of ale from the tender, Peja grunt to himself as an idea blossoms in his pea brain. Lumbering down off his barstool, Peja clambers to the tavern's front door and sticks his head back outside. Tracing his fingers in an ancient divine glyph, the dwarf casts a spell and peers outside into the thick fog and the dark of the night. Shoulda done this right after, afore burnin' 'em all. No time for niceties, though. Mayhap sommat'll turn up now. Let's see...how does it go, now?
[sblock=Psion]Peja casts detect magic. He'll stand there, looking around outside, for at least half a minute...long enough to see if any auras linger and what their school of magic might be. Spellcraft +10.[/sblock]
Satisfied that the bodies he's lit with his torch will burn through enough to snuff out the possiblity of the wights returning to wreak more havoc, Peja straightens from his gruesome task with a grunt of displeasure. Turning toward Khale's, Peja trundles over on short legs to try to rejoin his companions. When stopped and queried by the Watch, Peja offers a brief recap, and chips in a bit of advice. "Keep fire handy, and burn your dead as soon as they depart this world. Don't ye be waiting out no grieving period. Burn 'em all, do this an' ye'll cut down on the likelihood what as a body can be returned to haunt the living." When the watchman pales and looks askance at Peja for suggesting something that clearly goes against local culture, Peja simply shrugs and moves back into Khale's in time to catch the dregs of conversation going on between Doorgath and the barkeep.
Quiet, Peja listens to all that is offered. After accepting a tankard of ale from the tender, Peja grunt to himself as an idea blossoms in his pea brain. Lumbering down off his barstool, Peja clambers to the tavern's front door and sticks his head back outside. Tracing his fingers in an ancient divine glyph, the dwarf casts a spell and peers outside into the thick fog and the dark of the night. Shoulda done this right after, afore burnin' 'em all. No time for niceties, though. Mayhap sommat'll turn up now. Let's see...how does it go, now?
[sblock=Psion]Peja casts detect magic. He'll stand there, looking around outside, for at least half a minute...long enough to see if any auras linger and what their school of magic might be. Spellcraft +10.[/sblock]
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Psion
Adventurer
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It's very subtle, but you detect a very faint lingering aura. Continuing concentrating as you move, you find that the aura is not concentrated in any pinpoint sources, but the aura seems to exist everywhere in all directions to the limits of your spell range. You can't quite make out the school.
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It's very subtle, but you detect a very faint lingering aura. Continuing concentrating as you move, you find that the aura is not concentrated in any pinpoint sources, but the aura seems to exist everywhere in all directions to the limits of your spell range. You can't quite make out the school.
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Nightbreeze
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I suppose we have to seek this captain, in order to speak with him and let me get my hands on whoever has done this - he points disgusted at the burning corpses - and when I get my hands on tcha' necromancer...he will have a hell of a day wat'ing for him -an unleasant grin appears on the face of Doorgath.
I suppose we have to seek this captain, in order to speak with him and let me get my hands on whoever has done this - he points disgusted at the burning corpses - and when I get my hands on tcha' necromancer...he will have a hell of a day wat'ing for him -an unleasant grin appears on the face of Doorgath.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
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Grunting, Peja closes the door and saunters back to the bar. "Mayhap it's high time we were on our way. The fog don't look right ter me eyes. Best ter stay outta it 'til mornin'." The priest of Delundar stands by the bar and scratches his beard. "Maybe these good folk kin be put up fer the night at Khale's? Don't know how much room ye've got ter spare, but I've the coin ter pay, if need be." The priest sticks a hand in his pack and comes up with ten gold, which he places on the bar.
Turning to his companions, Peja says, "To the Master of the Dock, then? The tavern down by the docks--could be we'll be shown Delundar's favor and this Payvin'll be there yet."
Grunting, Peja closes the door and saunters back to the bar. "Mayhap it's high time we were on our way. The fog don't look right ter me eyes. Best ter stay outta it 'til mornin'." The priest of Delundar stands by the bar and scratches his beard. "Maybe these good folk kin be put up fer the night at Khale's? Don't know how much room ye've got ter spare, but I've the coin ter pay, if need be." The priest sticks a hand in his pack and comes up with ten gold, which he places on the bar.
Turning to his companions, Peja says, "To the Master of the Dock, then? The tavern down by the docks--could be we'll be shown Delundar's favor and this Payvin'll be there yet."
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Psion
Adventurer
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Slight correction: the name of the Tavern is the Master of the Pier.
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By the time the party makes it down to the piers, the docks are nearly empty, most workers having gone home for the night. With a little canvassing and asking questions, the party located the tavern. It's an unusual affair: the Master of the Pier tavern is build into the bottom floor of a squat circular tower. As you enter, you see the taproom is round, and the semicircular bar at the center of the room appears to be built upon a walled spiral staircase leading up to the higher levels. The bar is staffed by a somewhat stout woman.
Slight correction: the name of the Tavern is the Master of the Pier.
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By the time the party makes it down to the piers, the docks are nearly empty, most workers having gone home for the night. With a little canvassing and asking questions, the party located the tavern. It's an unusual affair: the Master of the Pier tavern is build into the bottom floor of a squat circular tower. As you enter, you see the taproom is round, and the semicircular bar at the center of the room appears to be built upon a walled spiral staircase leading up to the higher levels. The bar is staffed by a somewhat stout woman.
Fenris2
First Post
Kafkonia said:
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Garrel replis, "Yes, it is unusual.", as he walks up to the keep an asks, "I was hoping you might know where Payvin was. We heard he might be around here somewhere, and we think we found his crew. . ."
