pneumatik's WotBS 2 - The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar
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pneumatik
The 8th Evil Sage
Hollister carefully examines the ring. He sees an faint aura of abjuration around it. His piercing intellect notices something else, though, something just outside his ability to comprehend or understand. It's something he feels an affinity to, in some way.
Turning his gaze to the stone willow tree he sees an aura surrounding the door. It's a faint abjuration aura tied to a moderate conjuration aura.
Liiros steps to the door. "Or like saying 'friend' in elvish before entering the tower we spent the night in," he says to Lytha. He knocks on the door. Nothing happens. He knocks again, harder. Nothing.
"So it looks like either someone magics this thing open or we beat on it," says Torrent. "And I don't have any magic that can help with this."
Turning his gaze to the stone willow tree he sees an aura surrounding the door. It's a faint abjuration aura tied to a moderate conjuration aura.
Liiros steps to the door. "Or like saying 'friend' in elvish before entering the tower we spent the night in," he says to Lytha. He knocks on the door. Nothing happens. He knocks again, harder. Nothing.
"So it looks like either someone magics this thing open or we beat on it," says Torrent. "And I don't have any magic that can help with this."
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Shaylir isn't worried about the door any longer as gettting in won't help The Green Man or Fire Eyes.
So why is everyone interested in it, she thinks standing there watching everyone wishing there was some green grass nearby to sit on.
[sblock=Stats]
HP: 21/21
AC: 19
Init: +3
Fort: +7
Reflex: +4
Will: +8(+9)
Spells:
Druid
0- Create Water (2/2), Guidance, Detect Magic,
1- Shillelagh, Stand the Heat, Cure Light Wounds(2/2)- 1d8+3
Cleric
0- Mending, Resistance, Read Magic
1- Bless, Protection from Evil, Cure Light Wounds(d)- 1d8+2
Pearl of power (1st lvl): unused
Turn undead: 4/4
Speak with Animals: 1/1
Vow of Healing: 3/3
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So why is everyone interested in it, she thinks standing there watching everyone wishing there was some green grass nearby to sit on.
[sblock=Stats]
HP: 21/21
AC: 19
Init: +3
Fort: +7
Reflex: +4
Will: +8(+9)
Spells:
Druid
0- Create Water (2/2), Guidance, Detect Magic,
1- Shillelagh, Stand the Heat, Cure Light Wounds(2/2)- 1d8+3
Cleric
0- Mending, Resistance, Read Magic
1- Bless, Protection from Evil, Cure Light Wounds(d)- 1d8+2
Pearl of power (1st lvl): unused
Turn undead: 4/4
Speak with Animals: 1/1
Vow of Healing: 3/3
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Rhun
First Post
"Nor do I yet possess such magics as could gain us entry," says the fire mage, turning the ring over absentmindedly in his hand as he speaks. "Someday soon perhaps, but not yet. At any rate, I believe that the door is sealed with magic, and likely warded with some sort of spell trap as well. I would not recommend knocking or pounding upon it."
With that, the wizard's eyes flick back to the ring. Pausing a moment to again consider the affinity he feels for the band, he then slides it onto his finger.
pneumatik
The 8th Evil Sage
When Hollister slips the ring on his finger it feels comfortably warm, like a sweater on a fall day. This is despite both the raging forest fire and Indomitabilitiy's boon. An erudite mage, Hollister carefully polls his senses for evidence of the ring's powers. The heat from the surrounding forest is even more subdues, a sensation he recognizes from his own spells that have protected him from fire.
"I'm not giving up on this," Torrent says. "Bhurisrava mentioned a hidden basement under the shrine to Anyariel. I'm pretty sure this is that shrine. And Hollister said Anyariel was a hero in Innenotdar around when the forest fire started, so maybe something in there can explain more about what's going on. I'm all for putting the fire out, but Indomitability talked about 'silencing 40 tongues.' That sounds a little more sinister than I'm comfortable with."
"You reasoning is sound," Liiros says. "Anyariel was a hero, and these villagers were good elves when they built this shrine. I'm sure we'll be safe. I'll work on the door. Torrent, please be ready to heal me if something goes wrong."
"Hang on a sec," Torrent says. "If this shrine is good, and is mainly warded against evil, then maybe I can help." She holds up her holy symbol of Osprem, which is a silver barracuda. "Osprem, help us!" You all feel a rush of positive energy and hear a quiet click as the door on the tree swings open. Torrents nods satisfactorily. Inside is a narrow twenty-foot stairway bathed in blue luminescence that you descend down to the basement.
This twenty-foot diameter chamber radiates peace and patience; the soft blue air whispers with a hallowed, distant song. The chamber’s center is dominated by a tall white statue depicting an elven woman plunging a greastsword deep into a rampant stag. The sword, though carved of stone, looks like it is made of wood and covered in vines that entwine the elf woman’s hands.
At the statue’s feet lie two immobile figures. The first is dressed in the uniform of a Shahalesti soldier from decades past, his body wreathed in pale flames that struggle to burn. The man’s eyes are closed, as if he is in a deep slumber. Likewise along the ceiling, tree roots growing down from the surface flicker with fire, but the flames are subdued, as if the light holds them at bay.
The second figure, a young male elf with red hair, wears the robes of a priest, though he carries no holy symbol. Numerous claw wounds mark his face and body, and he does not breathe, though his body shows no signs of decay. His arms are spread as if he fell in battle, and a warhammer lies inches from one of his hands. It points to an elaborate glass display case near the wall, which has been shattered, its contents missing.
"I'm not giving up on this," Torrent says. "Bhurisrava mentioned a hidden basement under the shrine to Anyariel. I'm pretty sure this is that shrine. And Hollister said Anyariel was a hero in Innenotdar around when the forest fire started, so maybe something in there can explain more about what's going on. I'm all for putting the fire out, but Indomitability talked about 'silencing 40 tongues.' That sounds a little more sinister than I'm comfortable with."
"You reasoning is sound," Liiros says. "Anyariel was a hero, and these villagers were good elves when they built this shrine. I'm sure we'll be safe. I'll work on the door. Torrent, please be ready to heal me if something goes wrong."
"Hang on a sec," Torrent says. "If this shrine is good, and is mainly warded against evil, then maybe I can help." She holds up her holy symbol of Osprem, which is a silver barracuda. "Osprem, help us!" You all feel a rush of positive energy and hear a quiet click as the door on the tree swings open. Torrents nods satisfactorily. Inside is a narrow twenty-foot stairway bathed in blue luminescence that you descend down to the basement.
This twenty-foot diameter chamber radiates peace and patience; the soft blue air whispers with a hallowed, distant song. The chamber’s center is dominated by a tall white statue depicting an elven woman plunging a greastsword deep into a rampant stag. The sword, though carved of stone, looks like it is made of wood and covered in vines that entwine the elf woman’s hands.
At the statue’s feet lie two immobile figures. The first is dressed in the uniform of a Shahalesti soldier from decades past, his body wreathed in pale flames that struggle to burn. The man’s eyes are closed, as if he is in a deep slumber. Likewise along the ceiling, tree roots growing down from the surface flicker with fire, but the flames are subdued, as if the light holds them at bay.
The second figure, a young male elf with red hair, wears the robes of a priest, though he carries no holy symbol. Numerous claw wounds mark his face and body, and he does not breathe, though his body shows no signs of decay. His arms are spread as if he fell in battle, and a warhammer lies inches from one of his hands. It points to an elaborate glass display case near the wall, which has been shattered, its contents missing.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Following behind Torrent and Liiros, Shaylir peeks her head around the armored elf's legs when they reach the bottom of the stairs. Looking about she is fasinated by the statue and burning roots. Fritz keeps close as if something is strange in a cave with it's own light.
When the halfling notices the elves lying on the ground she exclaims, "Oh my! They look hurt maybe I can help them." She says about to start towards the two elves.
[sblock=OOC] Highlighted about so someone can grab her by the collar if they wish. But my Vow of Healing says I have to help where I can when I can. Is Ark still with us I have been waiting on him mainly, elf in an elf villiage and all. [/sblock]
When the halfling notices the elves lying on the ground she exclaims, "Oh my! They look hurt maybe I can help them." She says about to start towards the two elves.
[sblock=OOC] Highlighted about so someone can grab her by the collar if they wish. But my Vow of Healing says I have to help where I can when I can. Is Ark still with us I have been waiting on him mainly, elf in an elf villiage and all. [/sblock]
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Eeek!" Shaylir shrieks at the mages words. She then starts to back up slowly keeping her eyes on the flames dancing about the room.
"Can't someone put them out or something?" she asks again behind Liiros's armored legs.
[sblock=OOC] Thanks Rhun someone needs to keep Shaylir in check I sure can't. How you been btw? Haven't had a chance to chat in a while. Have you tried that Black Silk coffee from Folgers? I have been drinking it a couple months now an I love it.
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"Can't someone put them out or something?" she asks again behind Liiros's armored legs.
[sblock=OOC] Thanks Rhun someone needs to keep Shaylir in check I sure can't. How you been btw? Haven't had a chance to chat in a while. Have you tried that Black Silk coffee from Folgers? I have been drinking it a couple months now an I love it.
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Arkhandus
First Post
Liiros Tivaniel, elven crusader of Corellon Larethian
Liiros steps up and kneels down to examine the two bodies in the chamber, but is careful not to touch them, nor allow any of his clothing or other gear to do so. He looks for any signets, emblems, symbols, or other markings that might lend some clue as the to the fallen elves' affiliations, bloodlines, ranking, or the like.
Standing back up, the elven crusader states "They do not seem quite dead, nor alive......either they are undead of some kind I am unfamiliar with, or they are frozen in time by some fell sorcery. Or, perhaps, a divine blessing that preserves them until such time as Innenotdar is freed of its fiery curse. Either way, it would be unwise to disturb them. As Hollister said, the flames may stir to life if we interfere with this eldritch preservation. I believe we stand on hallowed ground, though I can find no symbols of any elven deity, so I assume a divine blessing is all that keeps this chamber's contents from burning. Check the statue for any hidden mechanisms, but do not damage it. Many holy sites have divine boons anchored to an altar or other holy object, and this statue may qualify as such. Someone may wish to check the statue for magical wardings before touching it."
He mutters a quiet prayer in Elven over the bodies of the magically-preserved elves, and walks around the chamber briefly to look for anything else noteworthy. As he walks, Liiros ponders aloud "I wonder what happened here......perhaps something broke into the chamber and stole the precious items in that display, escaping after stunning the priest and guard, before something froze the two in time.......or maybe Bhurisrava had to break the case to carry away something precious therein, hiding it somewhere else, well after the priest and soldier had fallen into torpor. Perhaps they were driven insane by the foul magic invading Innenotdar, and Bhurisrava had to subdue them with powerful divine magic before she could move the relic or relics to a safer hiding place."
[sblock=ooc]Sorry, got back home this weekend, but was too exhausted from the trip to do anything for a few days besides rest, unpack, and catch up on some recorded TV shows. Meant to resume posting on Sunday or Monday, but forgot.
Rolled Knowledge (Religion) to see if Liiros would recognize the kind of priestly garments and such on the red-haired elf, but only got a 15 total, so I doubt it.
1d20+6=15 [/sblock]
Liiros steps up and kneels down to examine the two bodies in the chamber, but is careful not to touch them, nor allow any of his clothing or other gear to do so. He looks for any signets, emblems, symbols, or other markings that might lend some clue as the to the fallen elves' affiliations, bloodlines, ranking, or the like.
Standing back up, the elven crusader states "They do not seem quite dead, nor alive......either they are undead of some kind I am unfamiliar with, or they are frozen in time by some fell sorcery. Or, perhaps, a divine blessing that preserves them until such time as Innenotdar is freed of its fiery curse. Either way, it would be unwise to disturb them. As Hollister said, the flames may stir to life if we interfere with this eldritch preservation. I believe we stand on hallowed ground, though I can find no symbols of any elven deity, so I assume a divine blessing is all that keeps this chamber's contents from burning. Check the statue for any hidden mechanisms, but do not damage it. Many holy sites have divine boons anchored to an altar or other holy object, and this statue may qualify as such. Someone may wish to check the statue for magical wardings before touching it."
He mutters a quiet prayer in Elven over the bodies of the magically-preserved elves, and walks around the chamber briefly to look for anything else noteworthy. As he walks, Liiros ponders aloud "I wonder what happened here......perhaps something broke into the chamber and stole the precious items in that display, escaping after stunning the priest and guard, before something froze the two in time.......or maybe Bhurisrava had to break the case to carry away something precious therein, hiding it somewhere else, well after the priest and soldier had fallen into torpor. Perhaps they were driven insane by the foul magic invading Innenotdar, and Bhurisrava had to subdue them with powerful divine magic before she could move the relic or relics to a safer hiding place."
[sblock=ooc]Sorry, got back home this weekend, but was too exhausted from the trip to do anything for a few days besides rest, unpack, and catch up on some recorded TV shows. Meant to resume posting on Sunday or Monday, but forgot.
Rolled Knowledge (Religion) to see if Liiros would recognize the kind of priestly garments and such on the red-haired elf, but only got a 15 total, so I doubt it.
1d20+6=15 [/sblock]
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