Vaunea nods in agreement. "Sound right. Re-for-sing. What need for armor?" Vaunea seems very excited at the opportunity to wear a wonderful new scale armor. She begins removing her current armor, ready to hand it over to Swillwort right this instant.
"Vaunea armor talk?"
"By the gods, I hope not!" says the Enchanter,
"And please don't take off your armor. I need you to wear it as part of the enchantment process."
Finnian looks over at the robe that Annie is holding. Lemme see those little skull beads... Wow! That does look just exactly like Erlai, doesn't it?
Emral grumpily rushes by as Finnian speaks.
Oh! But before we do that. Mr. Swilldart, sir. I've been feeling a bit funny lately, ever since that episode here with you really and somethin' strange happened yesterday during our fight with the kidnappers. I was hoping you could take a look for me?
"One at a time, please! Annie, could you take Mr. Finnian to the examination room?"
The maid takes Finnian by the arm and leads him into the basement--which is painted a lime green, presumably to mute the splotches of blood on the walls. The ominous drain near the metal table with stick leather restraints only adds to the charm.
"I'll go get some tea for you, while you wait."
Once out in the sunshine he lifts THE COAT! out in front of him at arm's length and stares it right in the face(s). You. Look. Fantastic. And I apologize for dropping you back there. I'm afraid our friend Mr. Swillwort hasn't managed to outdo himself in your making, more than I was prepared for. You see, just yesterday I had a... well, long story short, these four faces on the belt reminded me of something I thought was a dream, something that told me it was from my future. But if you're here, maybe you are what I saw and not... well, whatever I thought it was. Savy?
"Nah, baby, nah! But all I care about is that we'll be togethah, fo-EV-ah!"
Inside, Swillwort pours the gold and residuum into a large copper bowl. He makes a circle from salt and directs Vaunea to stand in the center. In Vaunea's left hand, the wizard places a ball-tipped electrum rod. In her right, a star-tipped gold rod. He adjusts her arms into a rather awkward angle and has her stand on one leg. Then, he turns over an hour-glass.
"In about an hour, once the sands run out, you'll hear a distant bell ring. At that point, your armor will be enchanted. Until then, I need you to remain perfectly still. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll tend to Finnian."
He lifts his hands above his head and fires off a burst of flame into the air, testing out the flow of magic and the feel of THE COAT!
Through the upstairs window, Vaunea sees a huge burst of flame soar for the heavens.
"We love you, Emral!" cry the tiny bobble-heads in unison.
The band cuts loose and THE COAT! sings...
Come here sister.....Emral's in the swing
He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe
He ain't no goat.
Emral's got a brand new coat!
Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no goat.
Emral's got a brand new coat!
Downstairs, Swillwort enters the examination room.
"Just a moment, Finnian."
The enchanter opens a cabinet and pulls out a large, dark-stained club.
"I'm not a physician, as such. However, I do have this wonderful implement that I invented several years ago, the Cudgel of Examination. It should give us a complete diagnostic of your current condition. Now, I just need you to focus on my left thumb, while I activate the item."
The enchanter holds up his thumb. As Finnian focuses on the digit, the Cudgel of Examination clocks him on the temple with numbing force. The ranger falls to the ground, smacking hard against the stone floor of the basement, then the room grows dark.
Finnian awakens to Swillwort shaking his shoulder. The enchanter holds up the club, which radiates a broad spectrum of wavering lights. Swillwort gestures the stick.
"Judging from the aural resonance of the Cudgel, you appear fine to me, other than a mild concussion, but that's a common side-effect of the use of this device."
"However," says Swillwort, holding up a long canine tooth,
"this tooth that came out of your mouth is rather odd and elongated for a half-elf. It's almost bestial."
"Sorry I can't provide you with anything more specific. I could hit you a few more times so the Cudgel can gather more detailed datum."
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Did you get that belt from the vision back when Hadarai was arguing with Marco?
Huh? You wrote something about a belt with skulls? Man, that's just weird...
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- I added Vaunea's armor to her character sheet.
- I added Emral's armor to his character sheet.
- Emral needs a second level feat. Implement Expertise is not permitted by the current rulings.
- Once FitD picks out the feat, he needs to send Emral to the judges.
- When I was checking Emral's character sheet, I re-read the sorcerer rules about damage and the effects of implements. If I applied the rules correctly, Emral should inflict a heck of a lot more damage with the Chaos Bolt secondary effects and Dragonfire Mantle.
- Drivan needs to go to the library.
- All characters need to go to Marco's house for the final fitting of their Dusty Quill clothing.
The party's kitty after Vaunea's armor...
- 666 gp (started with 920 gp [includes gem], less 1 gp for Finnian, less 253 for Vaunea's armor -- gem and residuum consumed in enchantment)
- Cloak of Distortion +1
- Potions of Healing (x2)
- Scroll of Disenchant Item
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