Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 2 - Illusions)

[Deuce Traveler]

Kel's companions help to remove any heavy weight off the elf's body. His raspy breathing normalizes as the pressure no longer rests so heavily on his weakened frame and lungs. After a couple of minutes, you watch in amazement as his muscles inflate to their normal condition and the color returns to Kel's flesh. (Strength restored as duration ends)

Rix and Alexander are able to find the following, besides the weapons that were visible:
4 daggers
53 small crossbow bolts
A book with runes (unreadable by Rix or Alexander) found in the robed kobold's pack
132 gold pieces
65 silver pieces
And finally, a suit of exquisite elven chain that the gnoll leader was wearing. It is not sized for an elf, however, and is instead wearable by a very large human. Or gnoll. Or half-orc. Marvelling at it and the ancient tree symbol on its collar, you wonder how it came to be.

 

[D20Dazza]

Kel struggles to his feet "Where'd that damn kobold get to?" he spits as he stands "I owe him a debt" he continues in a growl "thank you for your assistance, now help me get this armour back on so we can hunt"

 

[GlassEye]

Silas motions to the kobold body still pinned to the wall not far away. "It seems Rix and Lord Kalnian took it upon themselves to collect that debt for you." He gazes intently at the elf then nods. "As it seems that you are fully recovered let us continue on. I dread to think what those creatures have done here."

 

[Land Outcast]

"That's what I expected, no less" and adds a firm nod at Kel's words.

"Interesting..." *gasp* Alexander is stunned when he touches the near-liquid flexibility of the chain shirt... for a moment he doubts, but it is cold as steel would be... "Curious symbol that of the tree... I put my blade on it not being a gnoll symbol"

If noone objects, Alexander will try it out... and if he finds it good enough, keep it.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Kel takes a closer look at the armor.

Kel
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As you examine the armor that Alexander is handling, you see some tiny runes etched into a circular pattern around the symbol of the tree. Despite the runes being a form of sylvan, you don't recognize the word that is formed. Phonetically, you guess that the letters would say 'Larinthree', but the word means nothing to you. Something about them just seems archaic. What is more, the symbol itself shows the wear of time, much greater than you would expect from a suit of durable elven chain. From your childhood memory you recall a story you thought was meant to frighten you, a tale of vanity and the fall of an ancient elven kingdom. The memory stirs and almost comes to the surface, but falls once more to the recesses of your mind.
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OOC: Land Outcast, even though I'm calling it a beautifully constructed shirt, consider it a full suit of elven chain mail (DMG) for defensive purposes. Move: 30 ft, AC: +5, Max dex bonus of +4, armor check penalty -2, light armor, 20 pounds.

 

[D20Dazza]

"Hmmm" Kel says stroking his chin "See this word here?" he continues drawing the attention of his comapnions to the runes etched around the symbol of the tree "It's elven but very archaic, this armour appears to be very old - it appears to read 'Larinthree'" he says "Something nags at my mind about this name but I can not place it at this time"

 

[Fenris]

"My friends if Kel has recovered perhaps we can delay the history lesson until the rest of our gnomish employers have been seen to safety?" says Dartis nicking an arrow and heading down the north corridor.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas peers at the word artfully etched on the collar of the armor. "I'm fascinated by runes but I fear I don't know any of the elven language. Perhaps I can do some research into it. And I am extremely interested in the book you've got there." He looks wistfully towards the book then grimaces. "As soon as we get this mess behind us..."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

You see no sign of the enemy as you move north into the mage dorms. Most of the doors to this circular area are kicked in and there is no further sign of the enemy, although you do hear the slight sounds of battle further to the east towards the administration area.

Peering into the workshop, you see the bookcases are lit aflame. Several apprentices have been slaughtered and are beyond the point that healing magic would be useful. The inferno rises to the ceiling, while ash and fiery papers crash down around the room. Unable to do anything at this point, you are prepared to seal the entrance and move on when Rix spots movement near Horacios' workbench. A blood-covered gnome sits on the floor, his back to the workbench. He grasps desperately at two long knives which are buried through his calves, one for each limb. He screams in frustration as he scrambles to remove the blades that keep him from moving away from the encroaching flames. Suddenly a weakened bookcase crashes between your party and the gnome, hiding him from your vision in a bright flash of fire and blackening smoke.

 

[Fenris]

Without hestiation Dartis runs into the room, leaping over the buring bookcase to where the injured gnome is.