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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 182450" data-attributes="member: 93">Cape Varna, Princedom of Krone, June 13th, AE 420The following day, the party tries to do some more research.  Jovah pores through more obscure religious texts.  He is aided in his tasks by Brennen, who struggles carrying vast stacks of books for the gnome-priest to peruse.“Hey, Brennen, you see that little red book all the way up on that top shelf?  Can you grab that one?”Brennen groans.  Research, he whines to himself.  Ugh.Jovah is finding the reading tough going, especially since he hasn’t made a breakthrough of any import since his first initial studies over a week ago.  “These texts are really tough to read,” he says, holding a parchment up to a candle in order to read it more clearly, nearly setting it aflame.Jovah rolled a 1 on his Knowledge: Relgion check, and immediately called for his Luck Domain reroll.  We joked that he almost set the university library on fire.“Watch it there, Jovah,” Brennen says, “I can just see it now, ‘gnome burns down elvish university library.’”“Great,” Gavin groans from a far table where he is reading a book on horses.  “Just what we need, start a war between elves and gnomes over a library burning down.”Jovah scoffs.  “The elves and gnomes would never go to war.”“Yeah,” Jalea quips.  “It would be a very short battle…”Jovah glares at the elvish rogue.  “Any more short jokes and I start poking eyes!”“More like kneecaps,” Gavin mutters under his breath, but Jovah doesn’t hear him.  Luckily.Corwin is having more success.  He is taking advantage of his ring of sustenance to help him study longer into the night, and finds some information on the strange summoned creatures that Quinn has been calling on them.  They are pseudonatural creatures, drawn from strange, unknown planes, and although they look mostly like ordinary creatures, they are in fact completely unnnatural.Aris identifies the dweomer on the red spellbook from Johann’s room, and discovers that it allows one to summon a spectral panther like the one they faced there.  Presumably, someone must have set it up to be summoned automatically if anyone entered the room.  He and Corwin begin looking through the spellbook, hoping to pick out a few spells that they can add to their repertoire.The next day, Corwin scries on Kentfield again.  This time, the demon-worshipper notices the scrying attempt, and slams shut the door he was about to walk through, but not before Corwin gets a glimpse of a permanently inlaid summoning circle in the hold of his ship.  The party then dimension folds to outside of Ulfang, and begins the ride to Tor, where they plan on checking out the address found amongst Johann’s papers.Jovah moans about having to ride in order to get somewhere, but Gavin is loving it.  Finally, he is getting a chance to let his warhorse, Dreadnaught, some exercise.  The journey will take a few days, and the horseman is practically begging for a fight, so he can do battle on horseback.However, the road to Tor is well-travelled and patrolled, and no such opportunity presents itself.  The next evening is the night of the new moon.  Corwin decides to scry Lord Kentfield at midnight, the most common hour for a ceremony dedicated to Pazuzu.  He sees him, and jumps back in shock almost immediately.“I saw him right as he was sacrificing someone!”  the wizard manages to whisper hoarsely.Kentfield is on his ship.  They are anchored in a cove somewhere; since it is the new moon, little can be seen off the ship.  The deck is lit by torches, and Kentfield is wearing his elaborate bird-mask again.  Quinn is standing just to his side, wearing a less elaborate mask, just as in the ceremony they disrupted in Ulfang.  The Sahuagin priestess is present, and so is the four armed Suahuagin warrior.  The captain and crew of the ship appear to be in attendance.  A summoned Nabassu demon watches over the proceedings.“We should just fold in there and wipe them out!” Brennen says.“It would be a dangerous fold,” Jovah says.  “I’d be going off a relatively poor memory of what the boat looks like.”“Wait a minute,” Aris says.  “Remember Mahanaim?  When we took out those catapults?”“Uh, yeah?” Jovah replies.“Open a fold on the ship, and we’ll blast them through the open portal.  Corwin can haste me, and himself.  We’ll toss in a few fireballs, maybe a lightning bolt or two, and then let the portal close!”“If we wipe out his crew, he’ll be stuck out there in the middle of nowhere!” Brennen says, liking the idea.“I could cast a flamestrike…” Jovah adds, warming to the thought himselfJalea looks at Reana, and shakes his head.“I think this is where I put my fingers in my ears, and pretend not to be hearing any of this,” he says.Brennen is getting stoked.  “Tell me the cons!”No on says anything.“Okay, then!  Let’s do it!”The party preps their spells, and Jovah casts his extended dimensional folding spell, located at the prow of the vessel, looking back towards the aft section.The portal is blocked a greenish force field, just as it was in the temple beneath Kentfield’s old manor house.“Dammit,” Brennen says.  “I guess that means we keep going to Tor.”“More research,” he groans, disgustedly slamming his swords back in their sheaths.</blockquote>

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