IR Aftermath (Those Dead PCs are back in action! )

Nyovne looks down and grins.

"Heh that inserting couldn't have been much"

She thinks for a moment and looks for some arcanists from the party.

"I think we can let those decisions better be made by our arcanist friends here."
 

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"Aye, I'm in the mood to go there myself," Sanctus adds, his foul mood passing, "I've already cast Status on all of you and its going to wear off eventually so lets not waste it."
 


Mektos figures we will need some water and food on this trip and orders it from the bartender. He works the items onto his belt in different placements.
 

Faysaran walks over and taps Xarindel on the head.
"Knock! Knock! Wake up in there! Since you are the only arcanist here at the moment we need your input Major image of the location of a teleportation circle?"
 

"Patience, patience...we shouldn't rush into things headfirst-although I think a major image would be the most efficient way of going about this, save the teleport circle scroll for later use if needed..." Xarindel turns to the barkeep, "That is, if the offer is still up, a major image would be most helpful."
 

Sanctus removes his helmet and his eyebrows furrow in annoyance, "I recommend we don't have too much patience otherwise the spell I cast will go to waste. It's mighty annoying when divine magicks aren't put to use.........."
 

"Very well" The bar keeper closes his eyes and an image of a moonlit glade shimmers into existance on the counter, complete to the detail of each branch on the tree being different.

"I trust that is sufficient ?"
 

Xarindel studies the image, trying to memorize every detail for several moments before turning to the bartender, "Thank you, that is good enough, how much do we owe you for your services?"
 


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