"Of course!" exclaims Simeon, "I am a fool to have not remembered the legend of that old tomb. Abide a few moments and let me see what my divinations can tell me about the ruins on the tip of the peninsula."
Simeon resumes casting and locks his gaze back into the crystal ball. Ten minutes or more elapse before he breaks his eyes away from the globe and rubs them from fatigue.
He speaks with a bit of a smile. "Alright, I believe you may be down the right track. I took a more nuanced approach with my spells this time and focused on the storm itself as well as locating blank spots in my scrying. First, the storm is definitely increasing in intensity at a rapid rate. At this point it has formed an eye of calm in its centre. This eye is positioned directly over the very tip of the peninsula ... exactly where the tomb is reported to be. Additionally, there is a rather clever anti-divination ward in the same place. It is cast over a rather large area which could easily encompass a whole building, tomb or dungeon." He stands up and cracks his back from hunching over.
He opens his palms and implores the party. "Please friends, I ask that you investigate this at once. You are the only ones who, for some reason, are unaffected by this storm and at this stage, the winds would likely toss a grown man into the wind like a rag doll. I am more than happy to outfit you with any mundane supplies you may need, if the Lyceum is in possession of them. In addition, you may requisition one thousand gold pieces worth of potions or scrolls that you feel may help you on this journey. Kiernan can gather them for you, but you must make all haste. You must venture within the next few minutes and find out whatever you can. The fate of Seaquen depends on it!""
Simeon resumes casting and locks his gaze back into the crystal ball. Ten minutes or more elapse before he breaks his eyes away from the globe and rubs them from fatigue.
He speaks with a bit of a smile. "Alright, I believe you may be down the right track. I took a more nuanced approach with my spells this time and focused on the storm itself as well as locating blank spots in my scrying. First, the storm is definitely increasing in intensity at a rapid rate. At this point it has formed an eye of calm in its centre. This eye is positioned directly over the very tip of the peninsula ... exactly where the tomb is reported to be. Additionally, there is a rather clever anti-divination ward in the same place. It is cast over a rather large area which could easily encompass a whole building, tomb or dungeon." He stands up and cracks his back from hunching over.
He opens his palms and implores the party. "Please friends, I ask that you investigate this at once. You are the only ones who, for some reason, are unaffected by this storm and at this stage, the winds would likely toss a grown man into the wind like a rag doll. I am more than happy to outfit you with any mundane supplies you may need, if the Lyceum is in possession of them. In addition, you may requisition one thousand gold pieces worth of potions or scrolls that you feel may help you on this journey. Kiernan can gather them for you, but you must make all haste. You must venture within the next few minutes and find out whatever you can. The fate of Seaquen depends on it!""