"Now this is fascinating," Aonghasan exclaims. He gazes around the room, burning 2 WIZ to discern the nature and details of the present magic.
He immediately takes out his pen and journal, revenously jotting down notes and muttering to himself, as he examines everything for traces of lore. He makes a quick sketches of the arrangement of the crypt, footnoting everything in elaborate shorthand that looks like crow tracks. He carefully copies the plaque's inscription.
When examining the armor with his wizard sight, he pauses, quizically: "It's enchanted... A fatal curse will fall upon anyone who touches it... except for Tallinoor's true heir... for whom its power will be a great boon!"
He pauses again tracing a pattern through the air with his staff from the slab to... Owynn... as if following invisible threads. "No way!" he utters in surprise, as his eyes meet Owynn's. Then he begins to chuckle: "Forget I said anything," he says to Owynn.
"Incredible!" Aonghasan says under his breath. "How far the line of Tallinoor hath fallen." Seized by another thought, he hastily returns to his journal, scribbling more notes while chuckling.
Owynn looks at 'Nasan intently. "You are not making sense, wizard. Is there or is there not a danger here? Are there things we can take or learn for our quest? If there is nothing of interest, we will just leave at once: we are not here in an educational trip, whatever your personal interests!" The tone was a little bit harsher than he wanted it to be, but the words of the wizard intrigued him.
Momentarily ignoring both Tenkar and Owynn, Aonghasan removes the small mirror from his belt pouch, gazing into it meditatively. "Were that I could capture this visage in the mirror and thereby honor you all the more," he says quietly, as if to himself. 'Nasan then places the mirror with the other offerings, bowing flamboyantly as he does so.
Then he turns to his companions: "I see that you are adrift, your etiolated minds straying in depths you cannot fathom, in need once again of my counsel. Let me say plainly: Should you pay obeisance to the departed here, Tallinoor will visit vengeance upon your enemies, especially those un-shampooed monsters who once shambled in this place, with frizzy, matted locks hanging in disarray around their-- I can't go on," he breaks off with a shudder. "Their grooming is too horrible for words. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Recovering his composure, the wizard continues: "Should you instead dishonor the tomb, or remove Tallinoor's artifacts from this place, he will visit his dread upon you.
Turning to Herman, he says: "The curse begins with a burning sensation in your sinuses, and then your nose hairs turn into pigeon guano, which slides back into your throat like sweatmeats from Hell's banquet.
"Then," he says, making eye contact with Pan, "you become emaciated and pale, as the lump slowly digests all your fat and muscle mass.
"Finally," he turns his grave gaze to Bitsa and Tenkar, "you become little more than a walking skeleton, doomed to march the earth with long, untrimmed fingernails and horrific stringy hair!
Rounding on Owynn, with his right hand clutching his staff, and his left hand splayed before him, he concludes: "Unless you are Tallinoor's true heir.
"In which case," he smiles motioning toward the corpse's arms, "You could take your inheritance with the blessing of Tallinoor's might.
"But I fear the agony of Tallinoor if he lays eyes upon his scion. I mean, what could be more disappointing, more disheartening, more existentially jarring than this? I dare not judge his reaction: The corpse may merely begin heaving with great, blubbering sobs, or he may awaken his fallen foes to terminate his lineage forevermore."
"Watch your words, wizard! Don't think that nobody can understand your convoluted sentences!" says Owynn, a little bit shocked by the unrestrained rudeness of 'Hasan. "Now be more precise and to the point. Is it safe or not for me to take these weapons and arms?" That said, he turns to Tallinoor's body, and studies with attention the quality of the sword and armor.
Post by ProfGremlin on Nov 26, 2010 12:42:01 GMT -5
Bitsa watches the exchange between Aonghasan and Ownynn with an air of mild interest. The hobb turns to Owynn and says in reply, "I believe the dramatist here," Bitsa jerks his thumb in Aonghasan's direction, "is trying to say that you're Tallinoor's heir as far as he can tell. If the armor and sword are indeed magical they may give you a better chance to help save the town from Salazar. There are worse fates than following in a hero's footsteps." Bitsa ponders a moment or two, thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin meditatively. "You might want to leave Tallinoor your old armor and sword, though. You wouldn't want to leave him unprotected in the afterlife, after all."
Bitsa takes a step towards the double-doors. "I'm not sure about the rest of you blokes but we have another cavern to enter, a chasm to cross and a wall to scale. Times's a-wastin'!"
Owynn decides to not to pay attention to the senseless mumbling of 'Hasan anymore and ponders his next move. He usually prefers to avoid the use of magic, as he distrusts the treacherous powers involved. Now, he acknowledges its might, and how it can turn the tides in many circumstances. He is fully conscious that a curse might be attached to the magnificent weapon and armor wielded by Tallinoor's body, but something inside him tells him that whatever that is, he will always be able to... escape it. Wasn't it the story of his life, after all?
So following the wise counsel of Bitsa, he removes his scabbard and armor, puts them at the feet of the dead warrior, and kneels in front of him in an humble bow. Then he delicately takes the armor pieces and weapon from his hands and body, trying as much as possible not to destroy the ghastly remains. After that, he wears the armor, and observes -- much to his delight -- that it fits him perfectly. Proud of his new acquisition, which flatters his sense of showmanship, he looks at the others while holding the hilt of his sheathed sword, and says: "Come on guys, let's hunt some orcs!"
"Asking a Wizard to speak plainly is like asking the sun to shine in the Underdark... I have less of an idea of the truth now then when he spoke in riddles." Tenkar's words are addressed to Onwyn, but said for all to hear.
Post by monstermike on Nov 27, 2010 10:44:03 GMT -5
As Owynn dons the armor and picks up the sword, everyone can hear the echo of a faint angelic fanfare in their minds. Owynn is the true heir of Tallinoor.
Game time 4/4 12:00
As we reach noon, two more events happen. The party faintly hears the echoing ring of a large gong from somewhere beyond the third cavern. And Herman says, "I'm hungry. When do we eat?"
[Bookkeeping: Bitsa, Pan, Owynn, and 'Nasan gain 1 combat add, 2 vs. trolls. 'Nasan rakes in 35 AP INT for the L2 Detect Magic spell and the L3 Loremaster SR. His WIZ remains at 18, and he has 27 staff shots left. Owynn gains the broadsword, scale armor, and open-faced helm of Tallinoor, making his armor worth 28 hits in ordinary combat. The sword, Trollsbane, is an ordinary broadsword rolling 3d6+4, but when employed against trolls, behaves as a Vorpal Blade rolling 2x(3d6+4). The armor is also ordinary scale armor against non-trollish foes. In combat with trolls, it will act as an Oh Go Away spell against 1d6-1 of trolls each round. The helm is just a spiffy helm that completes the outfit.]
Still in the momentum of his new acquisition, and hearing the gong sound from afar, Owynn says: "You are right Bitsa, we should not lose time. Let's have a quick snack here, and try to move fast: we should take advantage of the fact that our foes are probably on their way to eat." Looking at Herman, he adds: "The time is now, but let's be swift!"
Then he searches his backpack for a piece of cheese or some dry meet that he could eat while walking.
Bitsa nods in agreement with Owynn's statement. "Right, best we get moving while Salazar's people are distracted." Fishing the apple he pilfered earlier that morning from his pocket Bitsa takes a bite and leads the way out of Tallinoor's crypt. As he passes Owynn he asks, "Orcs? I don't recall any orcs in Sheriff Cogburn's or Mr. Smythe's broadsheet. Did he say something to you?"
The hobb talks and eats on the move in a very un-hobblike manner. He eats the whole apple, core, seeds and all, save the stem. The stem disappears into a pocket. Bitsa navigates his way back through the cleft he and Pan had scouted with Owynn earlier.
Bitsa pauses at the entrance into the next chamber. He quiets himself and Listens. Bitsa stretches his senses out into the cavern and compares what he hears, feels and smells with his earlier observations. Once he's satisfied nothing has changed Bitsa moves out slowly, watching his step on the uncertain footing in the shadows. The soft light thrown from behind him as the others follow illuminates the hobbs path and he approaches the lip of the chasm. Once there Bitsa begins a survey of the landscape: where the largest rocks are in relation to the chasm's lip, where the narrowest width of the chasm is, the stability of the chasm's precipice, and begins to build a plan as to where the best place to cross is.
I'll have the deep-fried battered pixie with balrog dipping sauce and a Hobgoblin ale.
Post by monstermike on Nov 29, 2010 10:03:52 GMT -5
Bitsa scouts the large cavern. Things appear as before; the cavern is empty save for the three bodies under the rockfall on the opposite side of the chasm.
At its narrowest point, the chasm is about 4 meters across, with the opposite edge being about a half meter higher. It would take a truly heroic leap to cross it. Everyone in the party has rope, and 'Nasan, Bitsa, and Owynn all have grappling hooks. However, there doesn't appear to be any type of structure on the opposite side where a thrown grapnel could catch and hold reliably.
Tossing a pebble into the depths of the chasm reveals that it is far too deep to consider climbing down into it, then climbing up the other wall.
When the gong sounds, Aonghasan is still rummaging in Herman's pack. Finding the parcels of food, he unwraps some and offers Herman his choice of food allotted for a meal, taking out an apple and some cheese for himself. Seeing Owynn and Bitsa taking out food as well, he says "Thank you for anticipating my orders. I command you both to eat what you will, but with haste. The rest of you may of course eat at once, or save your provisions for later."
As they move out of the crypt to shed light on Bitsa's path, 'Nasan clears his throat and speaks softly to his companions: "Pray forgive my erudite cogitations. It is a habit of the the learned to address themselves to the wisest person present-- I forget that your gentle hearts are easily overwhelmed by words of wonder. I shall try not to astonish or stupefy you with further revelations."