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<blockquote data-quote="Manzanita" data-source="post: 2897175" data-attributes="member: 10109">Frump sighs heavily, and a tear begins to work its way down his dirty cheek.&nbsp; &quot;I always fall into the wrong company, I do.&nbsp; If I ever get out of this, I promise I'll settle down as some small town wizard and avoid all dangerous goings on.&quot;&quot;I've never been down that tunnel, but I've no love for Causticus.&nbsp; If its him you're after, then I'll try to help you.&nbsp; It's better than being turned over to Monemvassia.&nbsp; I've heard their brand of justice is swift and ruthless.&nbsp; I'll show you what I've got.&nbsp; It isn't much.&nbsp; Causticus promissed me good pay, but I never saw any of it.&nbsp; And what I used to have is long gone.&nbsp; He wouldn't even trust me with any healing potions.&nbsp; Said the gnolls weren't worth it.&quot;He stands and walks over towards his throne.&nbsp; He reaches up his hand and touches the invisible wall.&nbsp; &quot;This is glass.&nbsp; 30 feet wide, 10 feet high, and 1 foot thick.&nbsp; You've got to keep it clean, I've got a spell for that, but if you do, it's invisible and strong as steel.&nbsp; Some wizard must have made it along with the other weird traps in here. If you could get it out of the stone floor and haul it to a city, you'd probably make a mint.&quot;He proceeds around the wall, one hand extended to touch it, so he doens't run into it.&nbsp; &quot;This throne is also magical.&nbsp; When I cast my illusions while sitting on the throne, their duration is exponentially increased.&quot;&nbsp; He pauses and sucks on his pipe.&nbsp; The smoke is sweet and smells of strawberries.&nbsp; &quot;It's heavy though, and too big to fit through the doors.&nbsp; I don't see how you'd get it out either.&quot;He then proceeds to the NE corner, where he shows Ogrin where to insert the key.&nbsp; When done, this opens a silent, hidden door to a rough-cut stone room.&nbsp; A dark narrow passage leads West.&nbsp; The passage reeks of goblin excrement.In the room are several crates, barrels and flasks.&nbsp; Several greataxes, longbows and crossbows hang on the wall.&nbsp; Numerous bolts, arrows and daggers lie about.&nbsp; There is also a crude desk, chair and hammock.&nbsp; Wimpell Frump shows the party his few changes of clothes, his toiletries, his pipe and tobacco, and, reluctantly, his spellbook.&nbsp; &quot;That's all I've got.&nbsp; I was a poor man when Causticus hired me, and I'm no richer now.&quot;His spellbook is the only nice-looking thing in the room.&nbsp; It is bound in thick red leather, and embossed with his name:&nbsp; &quot;W. Frump&quot;.&nbsp; It contains the following spells: lvl0:&nbsp; all except schools of abjuration and evocationlvl1:&nbsp; unseen servent, color spray, mage armor, shield, change selflvl2:&nbsp; knock, invisibility, whispering wind, summon monster II, darkvision, detect thougthslvl 3:&nbsp; hold person, displacement, major image, keen edge, water breathing&nbsp; lvl 4:&nbsp; Fear, phantasmal killer, confusion</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manzanita, post: 2897175, member: 10109"] Frump sighs heavily, and a tear begins to work its way down his dirty cheek. "I always fall into the wrong company, I do. If I ever get out of this, I promise I'll settle down as some small town wizard and avoid all dangerous goings on." "I've never been down that tunnel, but I've no love for Causticus. If its him you're after, then I'll try to help you. It's better than being turned over to Monemvassia. I've heard their brand of justice is swift and ruthless. I'll show you what I've got. It isn't much. Causticus promissed me good pay, but I never saw any of it. And what I used to have is long gone. He wouldn't even trust me with any healing potions. Said the gnolls weren't worth it." He stands and walks over towards his throne. He reaches up his hand and touches the invisible wall. "This is glass. 30 feet wide, 10 feet high, and 1 foot thick. You've got to keep it clean, I've got a spell for that, but if you do, it's invisible and strong as steel. Some wizard must have made it along with the other weird traps in here. If you could get it out of the stone floor and haul it to a city, you'd probably make a mint." He proceeds around the wall, one hand extended to touch it, so he doens't run into it. "This throne is also magical. When I cast my illusions while sitting on the throne, their duration is exponentially increased." He pauses and sucks on his pipe. The smoke is sweet and smells of strawberries. "It's heavy though, and too big to fit through the doors. I don't see how you'd get it out either." He then proceeds to the NE corner, where he shows Ogrin where to insert the key. When done, this opens a silent, hidden door to a rough-cut stone room. A dark narrow passage leads West. The passage reeks of goblin excrement. In the room are several crates, barrels and flasks. Several greataxes, longbows and crossbows hang on the wall. Numerous bolts, arrows and daggers lie about. There is also a crude desk, chair and hammock. Wimpell Frump shows the party his few changes of clothes, his toiletries, his pipe and tobacco, and, reluctantly, his spellbook. "That's all I've got. I was a poor man when Causticus hired me, and I'm no richer now." His spellbook is the only nice-looking thing in the room. It is bound in thick red leather, and embossed with his name: "W. Frump". It contains the following spells: [I]lvl0: all except schools of abjuration and evocation lvl1: unseen servent, color spray, mage armor, shield, change self lvl2: knock, invisibility, whispering wind, summon monster II, darkvision, detect thougths lvl 3: hold person, displacement, major image, keen edge, water breathing lvl 4: Fear, phantasmal killer, confusion[/I] [/QUOTE]

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