Myth and Legend
First Post
Adelaide nods at both mens' remarks and seems to be distant for a moment, before replying. "Yes, you are right both of you. You seem to be experienced and wise, which is all i needed to know. After all, I must get to know the men alongside which I will be placing my life on the line. - The Paladin smiles, with rainwater running down her face and hair. - The Undead - she makes a disgusted face, and grabs the hilt of her sword which on closer inspection is a Holy Symbol of Lathander. - are a vile abomination and must be purged from the lands. This Valley: I am at a loss of how it has been spared for so long. I hear that it has been here since before the first hut was even built, which is strange, since it is supposed to be a burial ground - graveyards, tombs and mausoleums. Without Angelwatch or the surrounding tows, I can't see who else might have made use of it."
At her words, Bran shouts from the back, trying to overcome the noise of the rain and thunder above. The group is quickly getting drenched in cold rainwater, but Adelaide seems to be taking it with determination. "Valley's been 'ere since before Muirlane existed. I heard dat it was a part of an old empire, like thousands o' years ago. I dun never seen anyone bury their loved ones there - hell, da gate's been locked an' chained fer twenty years at least. How them deaders got out is what i wanna know. Ferviel told me once when we was drinkin' dat the whole place be under strong magics, one o' which being a barrier, not lettin' anything get out if it ain't goin' trough dat lychgate."
[sblock]There is a reason for Adelaide to act like that when she talked to the innkeeper. If Alevyth is interested he can bring it up later on tonight, as she could not see his reaction when she was talking - he was standing behind her.[/sblock]
The Wizard's eyes light up and he smiles, apparently relieved to some extent. He reaches in to his bag of holing and produces a leather cylinder, out of which he retrieves a scroll tightly wrapped and bound with a red piece of string, a thin booklet made of thick yellow paper and two heavy purses that ring with a promising metallic sound. He places them on the table before Latham in a neat row and leans in, talking with more excitement now.
[sblock=Elven]"Your terms are acceptable! As a show of good faith, I will provide you with two thousand gold as a prepayment. Now, the matter of the Geas must be taken care of, and you can research the items for yourself."[/sblock]
With that, the Wizard unbinds the scroll with slow and precise movements, and reads the magic on it. The parchment glows with a dim blue tint as the letters ignite with a contrasting red glow in unison with the Wizard's chanting. "Umbelria brantoren salaalmiha norsilе biandrel undarsk movidin." he speaks the beginning of the verbal components of his spell, and places his hands on the tables. It takes several minutes of energy flowing from the other spellcaster towards Latham, during which the older man speaks.
[sblock=Elven]"Your Geas is to retrieve any artifact that you can recognize from the ones i present to you in this book. You must attempt to possess and keep hold of the item or items and return with it or them as soon as you are able and present them to me. You are bound to keep the artifacts safe and ensure they reach my person in tact. You are bound to do everything in your power to obtain them. You are bound to relinquish them to me alone. You are bound not to keep them for yourself. So it has been spoken."[/sblock]
Latham can feel the energies of the Geas spell gripping his person and taking place deep in the roots of his very being. He can already feel the urge manifesting, a desire to fulfill his mission and obtain these items. The desire is bearable, as if he were hungry, and under control for now.
The Mage smiles and slides down the bags of gold and the booklet.
"These are for you. Study this manual well, it will be crucial for your effort. Once you begin reading it, the book will be deciphered for your eyes, and will stay encrypted for anyone else attempting to view it's pages."
[sblock=Spellcraft DC: 21]The mage casts Geas.[/sblock]
[sblock]Latham receives 2 x 100 pp. (put that in your sheet, but after he has had the time to count the platinum). Reading the booklet will take 10 minutes on the first try.[/sblock]
At her words, Bran shouts from the back, trying to overcome the noise of the rain and thunder above. The group is quickly getting drenched in cold rainwater, but Adelaide seems to be taking it with determination. "Valley's been 'ere since before Muirlane existed. I heard dat it was a part of an old empire, like thousands o' years ago. I dun never seen anyone bury their loved ones there - hell, da gate's been locked an' chained fer twenty years at least. How them deaders got out is what i wanna know. Ferviel told me once when we was drinkin' dat the whole place be under strong magics, one o' which being a barrier, not lettin' anything get out if it ain't goin' trough dat lychgate."
[sblock]There is a reason for Adelaide to act like that when she talked to the innkeeper. If Alevyth is interested he can bring it up later on tonight, as she could not see his reaction when she was talking - he was standing behind her.[/sblock]
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The Wizard's eyes light up and he smiles, apparently relieved to some extent. He reaches in to his bag of holing and produces a leather cylinder, out of which he retrieves a scroll tightly wrapped and bound with a red piece of string, a thin booklet made of thick yellow paper and two heavy purses that ring with a promising metallic sound. He places them on the table before Latham in a neat row and leans in, talking with more excitement now.
[sblock=Elven]"Your terms are acceptable! As a show of good faith, I will provide you with two thousand gold as a prepayment. Now, the matter of the Geas must be taken care of, and you can research the items for yourself."[/sblock]
With that, the Wizard unbinds the scroll with slow and precise movements, and reads the magic on it. The parchment glows with a dim blue tint as the letters ignite with a contrasting red glow in unison with the Wizard's chanting. "Umbelria brantoren salaalmiha norsilе biandrel undarsk movidin." he speaks the beginning of the verbal components of his spell, and places his hands on the tables. It takes several minutes of energy flowing from the other spellcaster towards Latham, during which the older man speaks.
[sblock=Elven]"Your Geas is to retrieve any artifact that you can recognize from the ones i present to you in this book. You must attempt to possess and keep hold of the item or items and return with it or them as soon as you are able and present them to me. You are bound to keep the artifacts safe and ensure they reach my person in tact. You are bound to do everything in your power to obtain them. You are bound to relinquish them to me alone. You are bound not to keep them for yourself. So it has been spoken."[/sblock]
Latham can feel the energies of the Geas spell gripping his person and taking place deep in the roots of his very being. He can already feel the urge manifesting, a desire to fulfill his mission and obtain these items. The desire is bearable, as if he were hungry, and under control for now.
The Mage smiles and slides down the bags of gold and the booklet.
"These are for you. Study this manual well, it will be crucial for your effort. Once you begin reading it, the book will be deciphered for your eyes, and will stay encrypted for anyone else attempting to view it's pages."
[sblock=Spellcraft DC: 21]The mage casts Geas.[/sblock]
[sblock]Latham receives 2 x 100 pp. (put that in your sheet, but after he has had the time to count the platinum). Reading the booklet will take 10 minutes on the first try.[/sblock]