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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3342332" data-attributes="member: 5675">Using a number of charges from our wands of healing, we restored the two captives. Aware that we only had a little while until the lizardman King came to attack us, I spent much of next hour speaking to the priestess about their community, their king, and what else she could tell us. Most of it was discouraging – Shucack the king was a spellcaster-hating psychopath, likely to target the least combat-able members of our party before turning on the bigger targets. As if to make matters worse, the King was in frequent contact with the dragon Ilthane, who had been providing him with an elixir to strengthen him and his bodyguards.I then crept part-way down the tunnel, assisted by Flynne. At the furthest end of the King’s access tunnel, I cast a spell of alarming which would give us an instant’s notice when he and his bodyguards headed in our direction. Using my disguise kit, I made the two former captives look as beaten up and haggard as they were before, and Flynne tied a complex series of slip-knots which looked secure, but from which they could easily pull free.We waited..oOo.3 hours later, there was a tickling sensation in the back of my mind. My warding spell had been tripped! I warned the others, and we began a hasty round of spellcasting. Flynne climbed up a wall and concealed himself behind some roots. Igmut cast a spell of self-improvement, whilst Endo and Malachite cast a spell each to further improve our effectiveness. I cast a short spell which caused Igmut to fade from sight so that he could stay in the room with us. As Endo then took the priestess and her large snake companion out of the room, I used my hat of disguise to assume her form, whilst Malachite used a druidic power of his own to warp into the snake’s twin. I had just enough time to cast a cantrip to make the fire in the room hiss and whisper with a dozen mysterious voices when the King entered.“My liege,” I began. “The Gods have spoken, and I have been granted audience. They tell me that the pale skinned invaders are resting, and that this would be the ideal moment to assault them.”“Witch, I have no need of your babblings,” came the reply. The huge mottled black skinned lizard King was flanked by a pair of similarly mottled lieutenants. The King himself sported a short pair of horns atop his head, and carried a truly enormous trident. “Tell me what you know, and be done with it,” he continued. “The gods have spoken,” I began again, gesturing at the fading whispering and hissing which echoed around me. “Many of their chosen people have fallen, and they would see the slaughter come to an end. They have told me that the key to defeating the pale skins lies in the spirits of the fallen. They have instructed me in unlocking the powers of those who died in defending our homestead. With a drink from their hidden elixir, your great powers will be magnified so that you could not be defeated.”As I spoke, I called upon the hidden secrets of bardic lore, allowing the cadence of my words to time with their breaths, and lull them into a false sense of security. As I could sense them feeling safe and comforted by my words, then I produced the ‘hidden elixir’ from my bag of holding. Three vials of the dark viscous liquid which Malachite had pulled from the intestines of the giant spider in the swamp. I jiggled them attractively in my hands and proffered them to the lizard King.“Enough of this, witch. I should ensure that these prisoners are secure and unable to move, and then we will finish our discussions.” The towering lizardman turned to the two apparently injured prisoners, and raised the but end of his trident with obvious relish. “My liege,” I interrupted. “You and your men must drink these vials now.”Again, I pushed my will on the huge creature. I could see his hands on the trident tremble briefly, and then he turned on me.“I will take your advice, witch. Then beat you for your nerve in addressing me in such tones.”The king and his followers snatched up the vials, raised them to their cold lips, and drained them completely. Grinning in triumph, I watched their every move, my fellows hidden around the room poised to spring the trap.</blockquote>

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