RC Euro: The Mage's Hall

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As the ferryman comes back across the river, Sarathien walks up to his friends outside, a worried look on his face.

"Melloneamin, I am glad we are all leaving. I wish to tarry here no longer than necessary. No offense to your services of course", he adds in Knott's direction, "our haste is only due to our journey."

As Jakob and Milla are safely over and Knott is once again back to his side, the ranger gives three silver pieces to the ferryman.

"There you go friend, for me and Mithollo to get across."

As the boat is on its way over a third time, Sarathien tries to strike up a conversation with the innkeeper.

"So, what are these 'night things' you are talking about? Is this something that has started bothering you only lately?"

OOC: Gah, I never thought you people could post so fast , three new posts while I were writing my answer. Anyway, I had to edit quite some of this post, so it may not fit into the story. If so, I'll change it again...

[This message has been edited by Vanadin (edited November 12, 2001).]

 

Garacaius looks at Nailo and starts telling of his life.

"Ah, you came to the group later than some of the others. Only Jakob I am sure to know about my past, but the reason my magical powers got out of hand back then... http://www.sorcerers.net/ubb/Forum11/HTML/000009.html was because of the creature, the bat creature, lurking, scared me out of my mind. A reflex action must have been my powers, though I have never been sure. Indeed I pave my own fate, though some can light and darken my path and make me either run along easily in the light or fall far from it in darkness."

OoC: first long post by me

 

On the boat with Milla, Jakob stares into the waters of the Goblintide, which he thinks is the Subrin like a moron, flailing about in his mind for some conversational titbit he can dredge up. "Um," he says, "Did you give much thought to that booklet I showed you back in the tavern. Hmm, probably not, I'd imagine. Err... maybe you could tell me a bit more about your journey, and those revalations you've been having."

[This message has been edited by Ironbeard (edited November 15, 2001).]

 

"Well, I read through it Jakob. Kind of interesting. Sometimes I think you and I have more in common than we realise.
As disciples of Ilmater we are trained to recognise pain and suffering wherever we find it and do whatever we can to alleviate it. We are taught to act on behalf of those that cannot act for or defend themselves.
As a monk I'm also trained in the martial arts to defend the faith. That is the congregation, church and priests. Lately I've gained some abilities normally reserved for priests. But that doesn't change anything, my life purpose is still the same. It just means that Ilmater wants me to serve in one other capacity as well, or so I believe..." Milla trails off realising the truth in her words.

 

With the party safely over the Goblintide River (OoC Check your maps!) Knott bade them farewell and they rode north. By mid day the treeline came into view. A path led up to a walled hall with a domed roof and tower, nestling in a clearing at the edge of the woods.
A little to one side of the path lay the body of a dire wolf, several days old with its neck twisted round. A large archway formed the entrance and beyond that, locked doors. Standing under the archway was a huge figure, 7ft 6" tall dressed in a loincloth with squat features and bandy legs. It stared impassively ahead. As they neared it Sarathien thought he smelled damp earth.

 

Milla stops and turns to the others.
"Ok, remind me. What was our plan again? Just walk up there and try to see and talk to the mage and warn him about Er-Cam, right?"

 

"Warn him? He is the one who is supposed to prepare the gems. I'd say we are the group who delivers the gems and try to push him for info, seeing if he be friend or foe."

 

"Eeh ok, I'll just let you do the talking then. I'm not very good at this cloak and dagger stuff. I'm just saying that he probably prepares those gems for money, he might not care what they do with them. Well, we'll see I guess"

 

Khor once again arrived too late as the innkeeper informed him his friends had already crossed the Goblintide. He hurried to the ferry and asked for passage as well. Once across, he pushed his horse hard to catch up with the group.

 

"If he does not care what happens to the items, then perhaps he does not care who gets information from him either.
I think the plan has advantages, but we should be very wary of danger. This mage may not be very amused if he finds out that we have lied to him.

Jakob, do you feel talkative today? I know you have a knack for saying things untrue and still keep a straight face so you are probably the one most suited for the task."

 

The large chested figure continued to stare impassively ahead. On either side of him, outside of the closed door, the party could see stable stalls.

 

"Now that thing is giving me the creeps," Garacaius says while looking at the huge figure. He then decides to cast detect magic on it wondering if it might be eyes or at least ears of the local wizard. "I wonder what it is anyway."


OoC: can I cast detect magic on it?

 

Garacaius cast detect magic and determined that the figure was a magical construct.

 

Jakob scanned the front of the hall, looking for potential cover and alternative entrances. "Um," he said, "This gentleman doesn't look very flexible. Can you remember if that drow woman had a password or anything? That might help us to get past." Jakob then dropped his voice, "Ok, I reckon that we should take first say we're surfacer agents to carry the gems, because the drow want to keep a low profile. Then, once we're alone with the mage, we say we're worried that the drow might dispose of us (and him) as soon as we've outlived our usefulness, and suggest he join us in getting out while he can. If that fails, well, we'd better hope he doesn't set his guard on us."

 

"This.. this does not bode well my friends. I believe now that we are no longer dealing with some little wizard and pray he is of good intent, if he be another member of the plot we might not see much past this day."
Garacaius points at the huge figure, "That is his creation I am sure, who other would be able to? While I was asking Polina in Nesme about the Chardalyn she said it would require a wizard of great provess to channel them magics, well I had my doubts, but no longer."

OoC; er.. I got your potions Ironbeard? I just noticed in a quick scrolling you gave them to me up there, hehe. Do I still have them? My memory is a little flawed

[This message has been edited by Lokken (edited November 15, 2001).]

 

After a hard ride, Khor finally managed to catch up with the group. After he regaining his breath, he asked, "So what are we waiting for?"

Garacaius' serious look drew his attention, and he looked up to find what the party was staring at so worriedly. He grunted and dismounted. Pulling out his battleaxe, he growled, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

 

Garacaius grabs Khor's shoulder and holds him back. "Don't hasten the uncertain little one, we are still here to retrieve information. And this creation is magical and looks to be no weak one, I say diplomacy with the mage will do us good, at least before trying to use the blade of your axe."

 

Milla nods at the big fellow.
"This must be the servant that was mentioned in the letter. According to that we are just supposed to say something like Take me to the Master without delay." Milla tries to imitate a booming bass kind of voice without much luck. Millas voice cracks a little and she concludes "You better try it Garacaius, I can't get right feeling"

 

"Hmm, sure we just aren't supposed to wait a little? Was it supposed to be in any particular language, like undercomman perhaps?"

 

Khor scratched his head. "Magical, you say? All right, but I'm keeping my axe handy just in case. What is our plan of action?"