Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 2 - Illusions)


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Silas stares at the dead gnome a moment then sighs. The sense of relief he feels is considerable and he looks to see how his companions are faring. Once he has assured himself that everyone is still standing and faring tolerably well he'll begin looking around the hall with interest. The smoking sphere attracts his attention and he'll move to investigate before Alexander gets a whim to bash the thing to pieces.
 

Kel drops his spell, unstrings his bow and secures it across his back and then cautiously walks forward and kneels beside the gnome, searching him for anything useful "Is everyone OK? Does anyone need to feel the healing touch of The Huntress?" he asks after his search is finished.
 

Silas looks up when Kel speaks. He grins. "Well, I'm still standing so I guess I'm ok. But I'm feeling a bit singed. And that golem struck Alexander pretty hard. It's no wonder he's been wandering around like a witless loon." He chuckles but looks to see if Alexander has shaken off the effects of the spell.
 

"yeah, Rix is awake now at least and seems to be getting better. But Alexander did get hit pretty hard. I'm fine" says Dartis as he heads over to prod the dead gnome with his sword to ensure that the gnome is indeed dead and not an illusion.

Healing not being his forte, Dartis begins to search the gnome and the surroundings, seeing Silas eyeing the sphere he issues a caution.

"Silas, whatever that blasphemous thing is, or was created to do, I can't claim to know. But that thing was obviously what drove Astraughley mad. I think it best to leave it alone, I don't want you to suffer the same fate as he" Dartis emphasizes the last point by kicking the dead gnome.
 

Rix and Alexander recovers, joining the party by the sphere as the last of the black smoke inside rolls and begins to pour out of the broken glass. A final image can be seen briefly inside the darkness, and is that of a great tree covered in flame. The size of the tree causes it to be a great conflagaration, which looks as if it may soon burn into the surrounding forest. A group of elves look on, their eyes wide in horror. The image soon disappears, the sphere then becoming empty and useless.

Kel
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It is the ancient tree of your homeland that you see burning. One of the elven figures gives a cry of anguish and falls to his knees. His face is young, but tight with stress beyond his elven features. As you concentrate on the figure, his face turns towards you. You know that you stare at yourself. The image of the future you disappears with the last wisp of smoke.
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After a search of the gnome, you find a jewelled electrum dagger estimated to be worth about 200 gp. It looks more ornamental, and gnomish in design. A search of the bookcase seems appealing at first, especially since you immediately find two garnets in a dish worth 10gp each. Further searches reveal nothing but trash, much of it half-eaten meals from the gnomes disgusting diet of nearby rodents.

The gnome's corpse has the wand that he was creating magical floating arrows with. It also has seven copper pieces, a scroll with arcane symbols on it, two flasks of an unknown liquid, and a tome with the pages filled with more arcane language.

Besides the ever-burning flesh golem below, there is nothing else that you find of interest... except, of course the various images of flying elves etched into the walls.
 

Dismayed by the image in the sphere, Silas turns away. As his companions search the area he studies the images on the walls with growing enthusiasm, especially since ancient civilizations appeal to his training as a Caernite scholar. He'll almost have to be dragged away to check the writings on the scroll and in the book but he will do so. (He has little interest in the dagger, gems, or coins and doesn't have the magic to deal with the wand.)
 

Silas walks around, noting the interesting carvings etched into the walls of the dome. Unlike dwarven carvings which are completely dug out, the humanoid forms presented here are done with the externally thick lines that are then filled with a small number of fine, thin lines.

Most of the carvings depict some unknown historical events, such as the meetings conducted between different delegations of winged elves. The more recent-looking carving shows the winged elves bringing gifts to other humanoids, such as dwarves, orcs, and humans. These are followed by scenes of wars and battles, scenes of more delegations, followed by more battles, fields of dead non-elven humanoids, and finally by wingless elves walking over the ruins of elven settlements.
 

Kel shakes his head in shock as the image fades away "Even in his death he plays tricks on my mind" he curses with anger.

After a moment he moves over to his injured friends and calls on the power of The Huntress to heal them.
 
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Silas returns from studying the images on the walls to the gathering of his companions and friends. "I've been thinking. Perhaps we should either bury the gnome or carry his body back for the gnomes to bury. He used to be friends with Horacios." Silas glances towards the pit. "And maybe we should finish off that golem. When I pushed it into the pit it had such a look of fear and pain on its face. I hesitate to leave it like it is, and yet, I don't want it to run free, either."

However, whatever the party decides, Silas will go along with it. Then, unless anyone has a need to do something else, Silas will suggest gathering up all the valuables scavenged from the area and returning to report to the gnomes.
 

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