Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[Gregor]

"My thanks Hrimr," says Torrent. She then draws her axe, grips her holy symbol behind her light shield and marches towards the left door.

"We tarry and linger while my former mentor eludes capture. No more distractions. Let us bring him to justice." She then opens the door and steps into the next room.

In the northwest corner of this huge room is a large open tank full of weird green fluid which shed an eerie pale light. Several other smaller closed tanks are stacked against the wall, and a shelf on the east wall contains strange tools and leather bound tomes. The west wall also has two pillars of free flowing magma,
floor to ceiling, which somehow do not fill up the room. They cast blazing orange and red light into the chamber.

GM: Map updated.

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio follows Torrent into the room, and applies two more charges of CLW on the cleric to make sure she is fully healed.

OOC: Kirio's wand has 46 charges left, let me know if you need more healing

He then begins examining the room more closely, casting detect magic. He begins looking at the leather bound tomes...

 

[Gregor]

Kirio, the only items that register any magic are the tanks of green fluid, which are suffused with transmutation magic, and a small unremarkable empty glass bottle with a cork that sits on the shelves with the tools and the tomes. The bottle also emanates an aura of transmutation.

Inside the large open tank of fluid lays a malformed corpse of a female human with vaguely elven features.

The tomes are a lengthy collection of works on the subjects of Transmutation and Biomancy. They are written in a ponderous script, contain many diagrams and parts are written in a variety of languages and dialects.

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr walks into the room. He is drawn to the tanks and decides to have a closer look to try and figure out what's going in the tank.

 

[Gregor]

Hrimr, the tanks are filled with weird green fluid. Suspended inside the largest open tank is the corpse of a female human with elven features. The corpse is obviously dead.

 

[digimattic]

Arnir walks into the room/laboratory and gasps "By the gods...Someone has been creating decoy elves...But why? Perhaps to infiltrate Shahalesti?"

Arnir casts detect magic on the tanks and attempts to identify the spell being used.

"What is in that room behind us? We must be getting close!"

 

[Gregor]

Arnir, there isn't a specific spell at play here. The most you're able to glean is that the liquid is comprised of a number of magical compounds that are most closely related to the Polymorph sub-school of Transmutation.

 

[digimattic]

"Something close to Polymorph at work here...This could mean the man you knew as Lee was replaced? Let's keep moving."

 

[Gregor]

Torrent shies away from the tanks of fluid, the eerie light casting a spectral green shade across her face. She moves to stand near Arnir and motions for Lars to remain close lest their shared spell wink out due to distance.

"Any preference on which door we choose Arnir? We need to find Lee or ... his copy."

 

[digimattic]

Arnir shrugs with a mixture of indifference and impatience "Ten copper's a silver. North, I suppose."