[KAUAI]The Rod of Seven Parts: Of Hexes and Gems

Strahd_Von_Zarovich said:
Gamad begin to stutters and taps nervously on his cup
I I I I didn't say anything.
He turns his looks from his friends to the table, he realy can't stand looking at them, they are not clean and they are all a mess.
Dter just entered my room, filthy and stink, bringing dirt and mud … and and and I just swoop the floor. I wished him to go away because he was rude, and Poof, he vanished and he came. But look at me, for crying out loud, I turned into a Halfling house keeper.
The dwarf begins to sob
The stick made me clean everything … It's not me … take it from me.

Voadam places a hand on the albino's shoulder. "We have learned much. We will talk about this, but in private. Take us to your room. We also have need of your skills." As the party heads upstairs Voadam mutters, "I wish I had gotten that lock of hair." He turns to Chev, "So you were journeying near the city in search of battle on behalf of your god. Do you know anybody in the city? Have you ever been here before? If you feel it is your god's will that you seek battle with us I would talk with you. I do foresee more blood in our path and a cleric is a useful ally. As a cleric, are you able to perform magics of discerning auras of Law and Chaos? I am unfamiliar with Narn, could you tell me a little about the god you serve and his doctrines?"
 

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Maelicent begins to follow the giant-kin up the stairs. The goblin was amazed by Voadam's verbal stamina; he couldn't recall ever having heard so many words come out of a single goblin's mouth. Statements, questions, ideas, suggestions, conjecture... it all seemed to spill freely out of the human like blood out of a butchered carcass. Hm. Butchering...

Halfway up the stairs the Gudwulf warrior interrupts the demon-hunter's monologue. "I'd be best gettin back to the drinking hall to be butcherin the carcasses before the vermin be gettin in ta em." Maelicent looks like he's about to say something more but then thinks better of it and instead turns to leave.
 
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Brakkus gives Gamad a queer look, but perhaps such strange behavior should be expected of one so foul. He's obviously had his wits addled well before Brakkus ever met him, and the demons seem to unnerved him a bit. Still, he did fell those thugs with a great deal more ease and flair than Brakkus could have so he is probably worth keeping around.

Brakkus shakes his head and snorts quietly as Voadam mentions the lock of hair again. Brakkus lets the cleric tell tales of Narn, though excitably interjects at some of his favorite parts. He listens while practically holding his breath to any stories he has not heard before.
 

Ambrus said:
Halfway up the stairs the Gudwulf warrior interrupts the demon-hunter's monologue. "I'd be best gettin back to the drinking hall to be butcherin the carcasses before the vermin be gettin in ta em." Maelicent looks like he's about to say something more but then thinks better of it and instead turns to leave.

Voadam nods and asks the goblin before he leaves "If you can, find out if anyone else has been snooping around there or asked questions of the owners about the events. Other agents we would want to know about may start to show their hands and that is where the transfer occurred."
 

The goblin scuttles out of the Sniffling Pig, none of the custom other than the companions any the wiser to the creature's presence. As the door opens and closes with a thud behind Maelicent, the strong light of the sun, now low in the sky, filters into the dim common room of the tavern. The day will come to a close in but a few hours, if the sun is any indication.
 

Lewit, not interested in the going-ons with Chev, follows the goblin. He seems to have a strange fascination of him, based on the fact his chessboard's black pawn pieces are all goblins. He intends to give Maelicent a pawn at some point.
 

Voadam listens to Chev, occasionally asking questions to get a sense of the god Narn and possible interactions with the current situation. As Voadam listens he is interested in Narn's war aspect as Father of Battle, the minor law aspect, the universality of the Maerymedra gods for all races and Narn's traditional connection to dwarves, his family connection to the Father of Stone and ascendancy in this age as his sire wanes, and the antipathy between Narn and Lodi the exiled dwarf god. He listens about the champions duty to be in the forefront of battles and to pardon those they are about to kill.

"I will relate what we have learned and what I think might have happened here.

"First the Wand is a segment of an artefact, a Rod of Law. It was crafted by a race of Law, the Vaati, also called the Wind Dukes, to defend against an invasion by the Queen of All Chaos. Her servant is known as Miska the Wolf spider and he commands lesser beings such as the spider wolf fiends we defeated earlier. Miska stole the rod but it shattered into many parts when he tried to spirit it away. The parts were scattered and lost.

"Recently the first segment was found and agents of both Chaos and Law began to search for it. Though essentially an item of Law, many of the parts have been tainted by Chaos and the Queen has a connection to it. She is able to sense its location under certain circumstances such as when possession is transferred from one to another. The Queen covets the wand for herself as does the returned demon lord Xiphid who also has used spider wolf minions. Whether he is temporarily allied with the Queen or has suborned some of the spider wolves is unknown. The Vaati also want it returned to them.

"The portion we hold, the First, holds the power to heal and its wielder can sense another segment when wielding it and focusing on doing so. Even as a fragment it is an item of Law and seeks to assert influence over its wielder. The prior wielder, Forsythe, claimed he found it washed up on the riverbank and was able to ferret out how to use its power. When the spider wolves attacked, you took possession Gamad. I talked with Forsythe and he disclaimed all interest now that forces such as the spider wolves are after it and willing to kill people to get it. He bid me take it. Through him we met someone he had healed with it, a woman who claims to be a Vaati cursed by a rival Vaati wizard into human form over a dispute about the Rod. She has been our greatest source of information so far.

"Now then, the appearance of Chev here is unexpected. Our Vaati said she believed the First segment was not tainted by Chaos as some of the others are. I see a number of possibilities here.

"One. She could be mistaken and it is tainted by Chaos, causing the event between Gamad, Dter, and Chev.

"Two. As an artefact of law it may have held the power of a wish that was activated by Gamad. Though I know of another such Rod of Power that could grant its wielders spoken wishes, I find this unlikely given that Gamad did not state his wish as that other rod required. It is conceiveable though and our Vaati may have had her own reasons to conceal the fact that the segment held such a power. Possibly each segment can grant one wish.

"Three. When Forsythe relinquished claim on the wand to me that might have been the actual transfer under Law instead of when Gamad came into possession of it and became its wielder. As the Queen can sense a transfer she might have sent a blast of raw Chaos that manifested in conjunction with Gamad's desire as the wand's wielder and physical possessor in the arrival of Chev.

"Four. Narn might have sent Chev here to join us. I do not want the Rod to fall into the hands of the Demon Lord Xiphid, and a battle priest questing on the same cause would be helpful. I don't know enough of how Narn actually works or communicates with his clerics to say.

"Dter might have been transposed with Chev, both of them swapping physical places. Replacing Dter with a mirror opposite, a cleric of an opposed god.

"Dter might have been obliterated and Chev summoned or created in his place.

"Dter might have been transformed down to his True Pattern into Chev, a new entity created on the spot by the effect."

"Chev, if you are a wanderer with no connections to any remaining person who knew you, if for instance you are the sole survivor of an isolated village, and after the battle that killed everyone you knew you took up a wandering pilgrimage, then this is a possibility. The question that remains with this possible theory though would be your connection to your god. I do not know enough of the relationships of clerics and their gods to say if such would be possible, or how your god would react to the creation of a dedicated cleric devoted to him."

"So do you have connections to living people Chev?"
 

Maelicent and H.Lewit trek back to the Golden Cockatrice. The sun, round and strong even at this late hour, sends a spray of dying orange light through the city. Walking west toward the Cockatrice from the Sniffling Pig, the sun beats down on Maelicent and Lewit. Though the shadows grow long, between buildings it becomes necessary to ward off the bright light just to be able to steer a course between folk milling in the streets and byways.

Returning to the Cockatrice, the pair notes the festhall's barred double front doors have been outwardly bound with chain. The throng of gawking bystanders who had earlier shrouded the entrance with their curiousity are gone now. Going around to the back of the tavern, the rear door is similarly shut fast. The stable, however, is open to the elements. Maelicent smells the wolf spider carcasses before he rounds the corner of the alley leading to the stable; the scent of heat-spoiled innards and ichor blasts both his and H.Lewit's nose. Around back by the garden, Maelicent and H.Lewit find a pair of priests in black cassocks preparing some sort of spellcraft upon the spider remains in the stable. Buckets of salt lie nearby the stable. One of the priests spies Maelicent and straightens. Somewhat dubiously, the man elbows his comrade and speaks to Maelicent and Lewit. "By order of the proprietor of this establishment and the City Guard, onlookers and the curious're to be taken in for questioning. We've work here we're needing to attend to, if you'll remove yourselves immediately, we'll present no claim of interruption to the guardsman standing 'round the corner on duty. I say is that a gob--?" The priest breaks off in surprise and peers closely at Maelicent.

In contrast to the priest's claim, neither Maelicent nor Lewit saw a yellow-jacket standing watch anywhere near the Cockatrice. The last place they saw one during their walk over was along Overtegyrn Byway near Teg's Throat and the Rivermark.
 

Being used to a odoriferous lifestyle, the Gudwulf warrior remains staunch when assaulted by the stench of death and decay. Maelicent does however react adversely to the sight of the two black clad giant-kin, their proximity to his kills and their veiled threats. Scowling menacingly beneath his tusked helmet, the goblin listens to the human as he calmly pulls his bow into hand with his iron-clad right hand and simultaneously draws the hem of his coat aside to reveal the loaded quiver at his hip. "It'd be right good then that we aint curious nor onlookers; we got business here. Those be our kills you be admiring. I also got work here that be needin tendin to, so if you be removin yerselves right quick I won't have need to be getting upset at ya."
 
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The second of the pair of priests pales first at the sight of an armed goblin, then loses the last of the color in his cheeks at Maelicent's threat. The man tugs at the first priest's cassock sleeve. "Arne, this...creature...means business. Let's to the temple. The day's nearly done and I'm for a hot meal afore evening services. These ragged corpses aren't worth preserving, anyway. They outta be burnt." The second priest begins backing away from Maelicent and Lewit and picks up one of the three buckets of white rock salt as he goes. Maelicent and Lewit can see that the man is frightened of the goblin and clearly sense from his words that rather than go back to the temple, the priest has every intention of running straight to the nearest guardsman he can find.

The first priest sniffs at his comrade's suggestion that they leave. The man, apparently called Arne, makes no move to depart but neither does he advance on Maelicent. The priest stands stock still, stubborn as a pack mule. "I've orders that've been paid in full from the proprietors of the Golden Cockatrice, and with the Guard's consent, that these spiders be preserved." Without moving his hands, the priest indicates a leather scroll tube at his belt. "The writ is just here at my hip, and I'd reach for it to show you, goblin, but you have the distinct look of wanting to fire that bow at the slightest perceived threat." Arne lifts his chin in the direction of the stable. "These buckets of salt're for the casting of gentle repose on those spiders. Mistress Vaja ordered the preservation herself. Take your beef up with her, if you like, but there's work here what as needs to be done and I aim to do it."
 

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