[PBP] Tholestia Chapter 1: Minotaur trouble and a failed ambush

[Ravellion]

The wand is most definitely a wand of Fireball. How strong, how many charges, and what command word, that requires an Identify.

Your dispel the next morning goes very well - you feel the magical energies perfectly channeled as the white translucent globe of the Dispel Magic encapsulates the Spellbook. But with magic, there is no certainty. You slowly open the book... and find yourself not burnt, disintegrated or otherwise mangled.

With both of the spellbooks at your disposal, you start reading through them. (This will take several hours, so perhaps you'll do this at a later time?)

Gardi’s Collection of Arcane Spells, Volume I

Arcane Mark
Dancing Lights
Daze
Detect Magic
Detect Poison
Disrupt Undead
Flare
Ghost Sound
Light
Mage Hand
Mending
Open/Close
Prestidigitation
Ray of Frost
Read Magic
Resistance

Charm Person
Feather Fall
Mage Armor
Magic Missile
Nystul's Magic Aura
Object Loresight (BoEM2)
Protection from Good
Shield
Tenser's Floating Disk

Blindness/Deafness
Glitterdust
Invisibility
Knock
Levitate
Melf's Acid Arrow
Web

Fly
Hold Person
Leomund's Tiny Hut
Fireball

And 6 blank pages.

Gardi’s Collection of Arcane Spells, Volume II

Charm Monster
Dimension Door
Fire Trap
Polymorph Self
Summon Monster IV
Wall of Fire

And 52 empty pages.

Rav

 

[Deepwinter 7]

Let's hope we find someone who worships Heironeous in the next village. Ilan lead us there with speed, we might get the bands open without breaking them.

To Diactum after his retort

Good! it would be a good thing to start thinking twice about everything.

Since no one does, I adorn myself with one of the stronger cloaks and advise Diactum to do the same.

We set foot to the next village / Ilan

 

[Ravellion]

After Deepwinter 7 has finished manifesting the identify power while Diactum studies the books, it is around four in the afternoon. The weather is nice and warm, with a slight breeze.

You set out until everyone is tired. Deepwinter 7, after manifesting Identify and then walking on, is Fatigued quite early.

One more day of full travelling, then part of one more day, and you should arrive at the intended village, the village of Greenmill around 3 in the afternoon. Most of you are still somewhat wounded, though you are healing. You pass many farms, most of them deserted. You will probably meet up with a lot of the farmers tomorrow, when they return from the Greenmill Brewfest festival. They will probably have a massive hangover.

In the village right now, during the massive festivities of the last day of Brewfest festival, one Elf and one Dwarf make up the total non-human population. Both have come looking for a group of individuals, and after asking around they came across one another. They swapped information and decided that it would be best to wait in this village. The group that they are looking for is either "the group looking for Grimir the Dwarf", or "the group led by the expert archer Ilan Moonbow", depending on which one of them you ask. They are both aware that the people they are searching for should have come by already, but perhaps something delayed them in some way or another.

Finally on Patchwall the second, the ragged adventurers enter the village. The village smells of spilled beer. This village definitely ahd an excellent brewfest celebration. A little boy with his front teeth missing runs in the tavern and yells ""Sih Elf! Sih Dwahf! The people you have been looking foh have ahived!"

 

[Sullaf]

I will claim yellow

"Ah, th' finallie arriv'. All th' dri'in is good fun, ba I'd rath' be on tha road. Let's me'up wi'tha lads. Thi'shou'be grea'. Lea'tha way lil'lad, th'be a coin fo'ya 'elp.

 

[Ilan]

OOC: Diactum has a cloak of resistance +2.

While traveling:
"I will take the Cloak that the wizard supplied us with. I also have my eye on the "boots of sneaking", someone else can perhaps take my boots. Since I don't have the power to turn invisible, I also would like one of those. We can sort out the rest when we reach the town. I want to know what the bracers that belonged to the Hobgoblin do."

 

[Spellsword]

OOC/sorry 'bout the Ilan/Tristan typo, I dig up him up shake hands and say sorry....

Jeroen, you are not going to talk like that for the remainder of the game right?

/OOC

Finally back in the civilised world.......Does somebody mind if would use poor old Tristan Gauntlets? It sure would make me more apt as to be in the frontline of a possible battle.....

and then noticing the little guy

Hail, Mr. Dwarf! Who are you and what brings you here?

 

[Deepwinter 7]

In the village DW7 tries to locate a follower of Heironeous to free the incapacited archer. If he can't find anyone, he goes to one of the taverns and asks whether a follower of Heironeous exists in this settlement.

 

[takew]

A at last. Let us not lose any more time and leave this second. Tycho picks up his stuff and heads for the door. Come on my future companion. Up your stout feat and you my little child, could you lead us to them. There might be some extra in it for you. Tycho starts humming and leaves this establishment with great hope for the near future. A new chapter in his life starts to day. He is sure of that…

 

[Ilan]

I walk down the street and then with my keen ears I hear a hum that sounds familiar to me. But how can it be. I halt and look around. My eye falls on older Elf that walks towards me with a happy look on his face, but he doesn't seem to notice me yet. Then it hits me and I shout out: "No, it can't be. The greatest of all Elven bards here in this town. Master Amant, over here."

And I run towards him.

 

[Deepwinter 7]

Upon seeing the Elven Bard walking over the street, Deepwinter 7 redirects his attention to meet this character on the street.

Ah an elven bard, just what we need, he mutters to himself and Ilan seems to know it as well

Pointing Redar's Staff towards the humming Elf, the corpse of the hobgoblin that had been happily floating in the air through the Telekinesis power of the staff, suddenly shoots forward to fall on the ground some 10 foot in front of the Elf.

Excuse me good sir! he addresses him in Elven after having walked towards him You must be an Elven bard, and therefore you probably know everything about everyone in this settlement.

Then pointing to the mutilated and decaying hobgoblin corpse with the tip of Reldar's staff, causing it to twich and turn a little:

We have been dragging that thing along for quite some time now, and it's getting smelly. The corpse is incapacited by magic bonds. I know how to loosen them, but it would require me to start worshipping Heironeous in addition. I tried, but he wouldn't believe me.

I wonder do you happen to have encountered someone here who has more genuine feelings towards this diety? Of course we'll buy you lunch as a returned favour