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

[Ambrus]

The cleric's feelings of disdain for Malicent are reflected in the demeanor of the Gudwulf warrior. Setting aside his bow, the goblin draws his handaxe from beneath his russet coat. "I told ya you could go about yer business as long as ya didn't get in my way. You go on and do what the female done paid ya for then be on your way." Maelicent continues to tie the wolf-spider's legs together with the rope he's found, seemingly content to ignore the priest and his request for the goblin to stand aside. Although he feigns disinterest in the man's prayers, Maelicent can't help stealing glances as the black garbed giant-kin goes about his divine spellcasting.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The priest purses thin lips and frowns at Maelicent but gets on about the business of his casting. Rather than pour the white rock salt on the spider carcasses, the pair of priests reach in and grab great handfuls of the grainy substance and toss it over their shoulder. Arne pulls a silver scythe holy symbol out from under his cassock and, holding the pendant aloft in the air, begins chanting seemingly to himself in a foreign tongue. The priest's eyes glaze over with energy and beads of sweat form on the man's forehead, while all the time the pace of his chanting increases. The second cassocked priest has no holy symbol but continues to toss salt to and fro while his comrade chants. The floor of the horse stall is soon littered with the gritty white salt. As Arne's voice reaches a creshendo, the second priest moves more quickly to dip into the bucket of salt in an attempt to keep time with the quickened chanting. Bits of salt spray all over, some of them landing on Maelicent.

The priests repeat their performance a second time on the other spider carcass, then abruptly cease their chanting and salt tossing. Arne's hair is matted to his head with sweat when the casting is complete, and Maelicent clearly notes that the smells of fetid rotting flesh and oil going rancid are no more. Arne picks grains of white salt off his black cassock with a frown. "Next time try not to fling it so wildly, Gruyere." With a smug, "There, done." Arne nods at the pair of preserved spiders then motions for Gruyere to collect the three buckets. "On our way and back in time to usher in the evening service." Their service done, the oddball pair of priests quits the stable, leaving Maelicent to his peace.

 

[Ambrus]

Finally free of distractions, Maelicent sets to work cleaning the carcasses of the otherworldly wolf-spiders, leaving Lewit to deal with the male drink server.

 

[Mista Collins]

"Easy, Voadam. I mean you no harm." Chev says in response to the man's reaction. "The clear vial indeed could be for invisibility. It is enchanted with illusionary magic. If you look closely at the second vial, it appears to be an oil to place on an object instead of something you'd digest. It is enchanted with a faint amount of arcane magic."

Eyeing the purple and green bead, Chev continues. "Again, as you suspected, the bead is indeed enchanted with a moderate amount of divination magic."

Chev's examines Voadam's body from head to foot, pausing for a few moments on the other magical item he carries, but does not say anything about it. "Whatever this lady did to you, no aura has been left. But there does seem to be something else on this floor that is magical. And I don't think it is Gamad's wand."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[sblock=Chev]After focusing a second or two more on the other aura on this floor of the inn, Chev determines that the aura is arcane, faint, and of the transmutation school.[/sblock]

 

[SlagMortar]

Brakkus unslings his tower shield and props it in the corner. He waits while the others delve into the secrets of the arcane. He quietly says to himself, "Damn, should have gotten a beer on the way though the common room."

 

[BRP2]

(Sorry for the short absence, I'll have to do some catch-up).

When Lewit firsts enters the stables, the smell bothers him and before they were interrupted by the priests he was about to ask why the goblin would bother with such a smelly thing.

...

Well, that was a tad-bit interesting. What were they priests of again? I suppose it doesn't matter now. Lewit says to both Frane and Maelicent, while staring at the brutality of the cutting. Well, um... hmm, so Frane., Lewit thinks of something to say, How long until I continue playing my games at your place? A day at most I'd hope. People don't take kindly to playing in the middle of the street. Oh, how they kick at you... He begins to bite the tip of his thumb's nail.

 

[Voadam]

"Easy, Voadam. I mean you no harm." Chev says in response to the man's reaction. "The clear vial indeed could be for invisibility. It is enchanted with illusionary magic. If you look closely at the second vial, it appears to be an oil to place on an object instead of something you'd digest. It is enchanted with a faint amount of arcane magic."

Voadam relaxes and smiles wryly "Had you been an agent of the Queen's that would have been a great opportunity to strike. Half of us gone, expecting you to cast a helpful instead of an attack spell. I've been betrayed by demons and cultists masquerading as allies before and survived by the skin of my teeth." Voadam unconsciously rubs the scars on his wrist where rope bindings once cut into his flesh.

Eyeing the purple and green bead, Chev continues. "Again, as you suspected, the bead is indeed enchanted with a moderate amount of divination magic."

"Hah. That can work two ways. It is a personal item of hers. Should we have need it can be used as an arcane sympathetic link should we gain a means to scry her. Not as good as a lock of hair would have been, but it should do."

Chev's examines Voadam's body from head to foot, pausing for a few moments on the other magical item he carries, but does not say anything about it. "Whatever this lady did to you, no aura has been left. But there does seem to be something else on this floor that is magical. And I don't think it is Gamad's wand."

"You don't sense an aura from Gamad's wand? That's interesting. If the segments were proof against divinations that would explain how they have remained hidden from both the Queen who is reputedly a true mistress of magic and the Vaati who claim potent wizards among their numbers. I wonder if its aura of Law will be similarly obscured.

This something else, are you referring to my wand or something else entirely?"

 

[Mista Collins]

"You don't sense an aura from Gamad's wand? That's interesting. If the segments were proof against divinations that would explain how they have remained hidden from both the Queen who is reputedly a true mistress of magic and the Vaati who claim potent wizards among their numbers. I wonder if its aura of Law will be similarly obscured.

This something else, are you referring to my wand or something else entirely?"

"The aura I speak of is something else other than Gamad's wand, as it is not in this room. I cannot be entirely certain, because I do not have line of site, but I believe it is somewhere else on this floor. Faint, arcane and of the transmutation discipline." Chev says as he points in the general direction he senses it to be. "It is in that direction."

"This something else, are you referring to my wand or something else entirely?"

"Something else. I sensed your wand, but this is something else."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Faint aura of magical items is something common as the stars you see in the night, a potion here or a scroll there ... it could be anything, you shouldn't be disturbed.
And I confirm … this potion will make you disappear.
The dwarf hands the potion of invisibility and the oil back to Voadam.
What now, shall we try the stick to find the second segment or we wait for the returning of the goblin and the human.
He eyes Brakkus and continues
We could use hands who master the sword if the demons should reappear