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

[Mista Collins]

"Scrolls?" Chev asks over the shoulder of Gamad as he thumbs through the papers. "Are they divine or arcane?"

 

[Ambrus]

After seeing that his surroundings seem clear, Maelicent returns to the injured giant-kin, sets his bow down and begins trying to staunch the flow of blood. Using his hunting knife, he cuts a few strips of cloth from Lewit's tunic to use as improvised bandages; hastily stuffing them into the dagger wound. A few ragged breaths later however, it's clear that the giant-kin's fight for life is over as his face goes slack, his breathing ceases and the flow of blood slows to a trickle.

Sitting back on the pile of blood-soaked straw, the goblin remains quiet as he stares at this newest carcass in his stable. What to do now? By Tribeland law he had the right to pilfer the body of his fallen gangmate. But this human city wasn't the Tribelands and the dead giant-kin was hardly Maelicent's gangmate. If he wasn't careful the humans might try blaming him for the giant-kin's death, particularly if they found that he'd ransacked the body. Alerting others to the death might draw unwanted attention to the stable. The straw-haired giant-kin twins seemed to be trustworthy and generally helpful, not to mention that they were close at hand. Perhaps alerting them would be prudent. He could then gauge their reaction and judge his next move before news of the death spread. Later he'd seek out the others at the Sniffing Pig as time permitted. Still, first taking stock of the man's posessions was certainly prudent.

Having made up his mind Maelicent stands, retrieves his weapons and proceeds to search the giant-kin's body for valuables as well as to take note of Lewit's wounds or any other marks which might prove revelatory. The Gudwulf warrior then makes his way to the Cockatrice's kitchen door to seek out Frane or Vaja.

 

[Voadam]

"Scrolls?" Chev asks over the shoulder of Gamad as he thumbs through the papers. "Are they divine or arcane?"

"I just received them and have not determined their nature as of yet. I believe she would have sent me arcane scrolls though. I believe she does not yet know about you and Gamad or what magic either of you can cast. I do not know the exact powers of her divination bead but if she were able to actually scry us she would risk alerting us to her mental viewing. I think it likely she can only know the location of the bead. If there are divine scrolls, however, that could indicate she has learned about you as well and she is tracking us closer than I thought."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Hmmm ... interesting.
The dwarf pulls out from his pouch a clear crystal and places it over the weird letters
He then motion some signs in the air and say
"Milim, Itgalu Bephanai"

*Read magic

 

[Voadam]

"So any discoveries to report Chev? Brakkus?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Gamad casts his spell and scans both documents. The first piece of parchment has four divine spells scribed on it: protection from chaos, sanctuary, cure moderate wounds, and delay poison. The second scroll has three arcane spells scribed on it: charm person, true strike, and expeditious retreat.

 

[SlagMortar]

"Oh, scrolls. There useful and all, but ... reading words of a paper? Where's the adrenaline?"

"So any discoveries to report Chev? Brakkus?"

"Nope, didn't hear much."

 

[Voadam]

"Oh, scrolls. There useful and all, but ... reading words of a paper? Where's the adrenaline?"

"When the magic courses through you it fills your being with power. Mastering such arcane might is its own thrill. There is a rush like few others, as strong a feeling as when the bloodlust falls upon you in the heat of battle and all goes red.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Maelicent tries the kitchen door to the Cockatrice and, finding the wooden portal unlocked and unbarred, enters. Inside, the series of tables and chairs normally scattered here and there throughout the festhall's common room has been refreshed with new furniture to replace the broken items and the floor gleams with a fresh layer of beeswax. All in all, the Cockatrice looks better than ever. Despite the early hour, Frane and Vaja are both working with hammer and nails by the front door, trying to repair the lintel. Maelicent spies two rumpled bedrolls in the far corner of the taproom, and a couple of mugs and empty plates bespeak of the twins' having lived right in the festhall these past few days. At Maelicent's approach, Frane continues to hammer but Vaja spins around, fear in her eyes. "Oh, it's just you, goblin. How goes your work? About all done? Where's Lewit this day? He seems to've taken a shining to you, what with coming 'round these past days. Frane, no! Don't put the nail there--it's offset from the other side." Vaja glances over to eye Frane work and frowns when she sees his haphazard work.

 

[Ambrus]

Maelicent walks up to the twin giant-kin, his approach unusual since it is direct rather than circuitous and stealthy as is normal for the goblin. The Gudwulf warrior keeps his head downcast to leave most of his face shrouded in the shadows cast by the brim of his fanged helmet. "Tha giant... Lewit... He's dead. Stumbled inta tha stables just now; a dagger wound in his gut. I tried ta patch im up, but he bled ta death right quick..." The Gudwulf warrior, uncertain of how the humans might react to the dire news, clutches his strung longbow tightly in his iron-clad left hand, ready to dodge and nock an arrow at the first sight of a threatening move.