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

[CanadienneBacon]

There are two great Temples within Teggest, the Halls of Madriel and the Temple of Stone, a dwarven bastion dedicated to Drendd. Both maintain a library. The city's administrative offices also maintain an archive that dates several hundred years. Part of the records of all three have been burnt and lost over the years to war, but it is well known as a point of Teggestian pride that the Temple of Stone, with its many defenses, houses a fine collection. The city archives relate mostly only to city history. Smaller private collections belonging to Guild Houses and noble families also litter the city.

The rain shows little sign of abating, even as noon approaches and passes. In the stable back at the Golden Cockatrice, Maelicent presses on with butchering the spiders.

 

[BRP2]

Lewit is spending time watching the goblin doing his butchering, playing mock chessgames, examining his crossbow, and doing headstands. If Voadam and gang enter the stables, Lewit will probably be in the middle of doing one of the first two, while doing a headstand.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

If you posses the weapon of your enemy you got quite an advantage over him
Reply the dwarf.
Obtaining the segments would allow the chance of never forge it again
He suggests and scratches his head.
As for how she scry the wand now, I have no idea, unless some of her is injected in the wand and that is why it's against her.

 

[Voadam]

Voadam nods, "I'm coming back to that original theory too. That its a segment of Her they forged into a weapon to try to kill Her. That would explain Her having a direct connection to it and her interest in it. And how it could carry Her taint of Chaos rather than Miska's."

 

[Mista Collins]

"As we discussed last night, I can have a look at the wand to see if holds either a taint of law or a taint of chaos." Chev says as the group begins discussing the wand again. "Before sleeping last night I even had a thought about detecting for either law or chaos when Gamad tries to focus on the other pieces."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The party has two solid days to kill while Maelicent works. Let me know in the OOC what, if anything, you guys spent your time doing while you wait. We'll resolve these days in the OOC.

Maelicent works at a goodly clip through two days, sleeping only when he tires and working the remainder of the time. Four days out from the wolf spider attack on the Golden Cockatrice, Maelicent finishes his work skinning and butchering the two wolf spiders. Though it rained for two days straight, this morning dawns clear and humid.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

To stave off boredom, Brakkus braves the rain and begins working with Chop Liver, trying to train the horse to bear him in battle. After two days of mud and muck and little than wet clothes to show for his effort, Chop Liver seems like he might show a hint of promise and no longer becomes skittish at the mere sight of a rat scuttling along the back of the Sniffling Pig.

Gamad casts detect magic on the rod segment and finds that the darned thing has absolutely no magical aura at all. The stick takes his arcane mark well enough, though. A visible etching of a deformed rock is emblazoned along the matte black metal of the segment.

Chev casts both detect chaos and detect law and finds that, much like Gamad's casting of detect magic, the wand radiates no aura at all. The metal segment might as well be fodder for smelting in a blacksmith's forge.

Lewit comes and goes, bringing news of Maelicent's progress, then quietly slinking away to meander throughout the city.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

On the third day, two scroll tubes arrive via courier at the Sniffling Pig. One of the serving wenches takes both tubes for delivery up to Gamad's room that is now shared with Voadam. The maid drops both the tubes off, courtesying quietly and nervously whispering to Voadam, "He's not around, is he? The dwarf, I mean. I haven't slept in two days, what with his constant grousing and the demands for clean pillows." The girl's dark circles under eyes give silent testament to her claim. "Anyway, these arrived just now for you and the others. The courier wasn't able to say who sent them." The girl hands both the tubes to Voadam then makes a hasty retreat.

 

[Voadam]

"Thank you lass. No, he's not here at the moment, don't fear. Before you go, is the courier still here? Can you describe him to me so I may track him down should I have need to question him? I thank you for your efforts here, the dwarf is difficult."

Once she answers his question and leaves Voadam opens the two scroll tubes to peruse their messages. He thinks to himself "Forsythe's comments in the warehouse about meaning to tidy up were similar in nature to Gamad's actions here. I thought it was simply his manner at the time, but it now looks more like the influence of Law at work on the wielders. Poor bastards. I'll have to see if I can find some way to suppress that influence."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The serving girl looks doubtful at Voadam's encouragement. Shaking her head no, the girl says, "The courier? He was a looker, he was. My age, brown hair, tall, middling weight, nice legs all fleshed out in tight breeches. Bit dirty, but ain't we all. Pretty, but didn't seem anything more than that. Didn't give a name." The girl looks at Voadam with interest. "Never had anyone ask after the messenger before. But the tube, there, that'll tell you which courier service he works for. There's a few of 'em in the city. If you'll excuse me, sir." The girl shoots a last suspicious look into the room, then leaves.

Both scroll tubes have an emblem of a fist clutching a lightening bolt stamped into the boiled leather exterior. Inside the first tube is a coiled sheet of parchment that looks as if it's got four spells written on it in some undiscernable tongue. The second tube has two sheets of parchment: one with three more spells, and then a second separate note scribed in common that reads:

Friends,

May these serve you well in times of need.

--A.​