(Group 2) Part 1: The Experiment

[Naerwen]

Assuming things were as set as they could be and nothing further developed Naerwen said she would meet them at the Layman's Square and dashed off toward the woods.

When she reached the lodge she raced up to the High Druid's room to warn him of the current events taking place. She described what happened in as much detail as she could, and waited for his response hoping he would know something to help the situation.


(OOC: Sorry I forgot to put the check in green font for the last post.)

[mith]

(OOC: oops, forgot about the delayed bombs thing. Oh well, this should be better than nothing.)

"Well, I sure hope there isn't anyone left in the tower. It should warn anyone else around that something is going on, though."

Grumplestiltskin takes out a couple of small vials and runed stones from his satchel, adding 2 vials of alchemist's fire and 2 thunderstones to whatever mechanical trap Naerwin devises. He also attempt to assist her:

Craft: Trap (untrained) [dice=20] + 3

"Now then, let's get out of here, and meet up by the front gate when we are all better prepared!" He sprints off towards the main campus.[rand=3111582405399531219793295487761535935801523737611130488773342222]

[irishmagician]

The halfling tries to set the trap, but seems a little flustered given this afternoon's events. The elf takes over, while Grumple places the alchemical devices under her directions.

(OOC: The saving throw for the trap will be a Reflex DC 18, Perception DC 20 to spot the trap; failure results in 2d6 fire damage and a fortitude save against the effects of thunderstone).


The group splits up to their respective destinations, each preparing themselves mentally and equipment-wise for the troubles that are literally looming on the horizon. Agreeing to meet at the front gate of the Academy, the halfling and elf set out first. Vulgrim runs into the party as they are splitting up, learning of their plans before they leave.

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Upon quickly returning to the Hunter's Lodge, Naerwen finds the High Druid's chambers to be empty. A note sits on his desk, with his familiar crawling script on the page:

"Little one,

No doubt you have discovered the ramifications that I have feared would result from the Archmage's experiment. While I would be most interested in hearing your report, I am afraid I must alert my colleagues at the Druid's Circle regarding information I have come across. When you have settled any business you may have in town, make your way to the Circle deep within the Silverleaf Forest. I will hear your insight into this matter there, and hopefully will have answers for you as well when you arrive. I wish you luck, we will certainly need it given these turn of events.

~Giloren"[/i]

[Naerwen]

As Naerwen scanned the note she slightly nodded her head. When she finished reading she paused in thought for a moment as she let the message sink in. She folded the note and tucked it away in her bag. She hurried about through the lodge picking up materials as needed making sure to grab rations, parchment, arrows, and any other items she thought she may need.

Once things were gathered she went to her room and took the time to tend to Tiriel. She washed the wound and concentrated on it disappearing. The bird knew Naerwen was trying to help, so she held still. Once Naerwen finished she smoothed Tiriel's feathers and asked if that was better. Tiriel bobbed her head in agreement.

Before Naerwen left she wrote a note describing what was going on and gave warning to the others. Leaving the note where others would find it she headed out to meet the others.

Cure Light Wounds: [dice=20] +14 +3
Heal: [dice=8] +5 (OOC: + 1 per level?)


(OOC: I have no clue if I did that right or not. Let me know if I need to fix anything.)[rand=137554104893002927423608190206694609452512456913715054048188885838]

[mith]

Grumplestiltskin ran first to the laboratory in the Alchemy building, opening his cabinet and quickly places all of his vials and reagents into a larger sack. Looking around the large, nearly empty room where only two tired, young students still worked, he quietly went back to the supply cabinet. Replenishing his supplies of basic ingredients, he looked again at the instructions and rare and unusual reagents on the list he had been given that morning, and closed the cabinet.

"I'd get out of here if I were you!" he shouted to the other students. "There's been some trouble at the Archmage's tower, some kind of stuck portal. I saw the Sage running away - it might get dangerous at the Academy in a few minutes!" Making as if to run out the back, he turned a corner to the room with more restricted supplies. He attempts to pick the lock to gain access to the obscure materials.

Disable Device/Open Lock [dice=20] + 13
Perception [dice=20] + 10 to hear anyone coming

Afterward, Tomah runs home, where he tosses his small valuables into his sack and picks up his other belongings, including weapon belt, bow, and a long hooded cloak. Behind his apartment, he tosses a gold coin to the stable boy. "Get me my donkey kid, quickly! And be on the watch for anything odd coming this way from the Academy. You hear anything unsettling, you get in the cellar and don't open it up!"

Tomah straps his bow and quiver on top of his bags and leads his laden donkey at a near-running pace back towards the Academy to meet with the rest of his new acquaintances.[rand=6674393187277019055671365931630135568752852734178304730097181163728]

[irishmagician]

(OOC: You do not need to make an attack roll or anything to do the spell. It just heals 1d8 + Caster Level (max +5); hence you healed 4+5 = 9 HP on the bird.)

The bird perks up following Naerwen's dressing of its wounds, no longer appearing injured from the previous battle. Tiriel flies ahead of the elf as she returns to meet the others, alighting on Naerwen's shoulder when she arrives.

Student's Sense Motive: [dice=20] + 3
Student's Perception: [dice=20] + 2
Stable-hand's Sense Motive: [dice=20] + 1

The students working the lab sense the truth behind Grumple's words, though they notice him not as he picks his way through the more unique reagents in the laboratory. When he leaves the lab, they are nowhere to be seen. On his way out of his apartment, the stable-hand gratefully takes the coin; though he does not appear to believe the halfling's words. Along with the laden-donkey, Grumple arrives at the meeting location as the elf and hawk arrive from the direction of the Hunter's Wood.

(OOC: The next potion you craft causing an effect of a spell level 2 or lower will be at no cost, as Grumple acquired reagents sufficient from the laboratory's stock to make it.)[rand=81326703992457784793994371993227691122778574316343164282998512564]

[blackhawk]

Vulgrim waits under the entryway to the academy for his compatriots, withdrawing a long pipe and some fragrant tobacco from a side pocket on his pack. He leans against the wall, sending rings of smoke into the air. I hope we manage to find the sage... I donnae know what te do about this, and I don' feel like t'would be a good idea to bugger off and let it lie.

He stares off into space, sending puffs of smoke up into the air under the entrance, as he waits for the rest of the group.

[zeferin]

(OOC: Sorry, I was busy this weekend and forgot to post this, even though I had it typed out. I'll make sure to post very quickly so that I don't hold up everyone.)

Noticing the silver trail that lead out of the tower, Trazish kept the trail in mind as everyone left to pack what they could before meeting back up at the front gate. Going back to his little hole on the wall, Trazish grabbed all that he could and stood outside, remembering that the Abbot was wanting to see him to report in.

Quickly running off to the Temple, Trazish walked quickly up to the guard outside and, holding up a symbol of Pharasma, said, "I come representing the Lady of Graves. I need to speak with the Abbot now."

[irishmagician]

As Trazish presents himself to the doorman at the Temple, he quickly recognizes the priest that he ran into during his first visit earlier that day. With a smirk on his face, he bows slightly to the half-elf.

“I am afraid, good sir, that the Abbot is holding service at the moment; so he will be unable to grant you his presence at this time,” the priest says, his voice utterly dripping with sarcasm. “The ceremony will last for the next 4 hours, unfortunately for you. I recommend you return later in the evening, good sir.” With a look of silent victory and bigotry on his face, he turns away from the half-elf in a silent dismissal. The doors to the side entrance of the Temple of Mysteries slams shut with a frustrating finality.[/color]

(OOC: Zeferin, I apologize if this post is a little “mean.” It is not intended to be offending OOC, but to merely reflect the racism that occurs in the setting.)

[zeferin]

As the door shut in his face, Trazish did all he could from cursing while outside the temple. Seeing that familiar look in the priest's eyes made his blood boil, but Trazish was no stranger to this feeling and knew that baring your emotions only fed the bigotry.

Calming his nerves, Trazish walked back to the Dragon's Claw Inn, asked the barkeeper for a piece of paper and charcoal, and quickly wrote a letter to the Abbot. Turning to the barkeeper, Trazish handed him the letter, the charcoal, and five gold pieces and asked if he could make sure the Abbot got the letter.

After paying the man, Trazish departed back to the group, seeing that everyone was already gathered together.

[irishmagician]

Entering the Dragon's Claw Inn, a surly looking half-orc looks up from cleaning a mug with a mildly dirty cloth. A stack of "cleaned" mugs sit to his side on the bar counter. The Inn is completely empty, except for an odd group of individuals in the back, deep in conversation. Two humans, a male elf, and a dwarf sit around a table with an elegantly carved bow resting on its surface. A faint wisp of their conversation drifts across the room:

"....burned down the garden trying to cast Tanglefoot.....most hopeless execution of magic ever...." strains of a shared memory float into earshot, before the half-orc coughs to draw back Trazish's attention. Informing the barkeep of his needs, Trazish waits as the half-orc bends beneath the bar to hand him the charcoal and paper.

"Where is that gods-forsaken paper?" he grumbles half-heartedly, rummaging around. Finding it, and bumping his head against the bar as he straightens, he mutters a curse in Orcish. "Blast it! I don't know why Sarna insists I keep it down there, that's the fifth time this month!" The half-orc hands the paper and charcoal to Trazish. "Yeah, I can give that message to the Abbot later in the evening, after the dinner rush. Don't go to the Temple much, guess I was due for a visit after all," he shrugs. When the half-elf is finished writing the letter, the barkeep grunts acknowledgement and takes the gold, placing it in a box beneath the bar. He then returns to cleaning more mugs as the half-elf leaves to rejoin the others.

[Naerwen]

After everyone gathered again Naerwen shared what the letter had said. She nervously fidgeted with her hair trying to tuck it behind her ear, but as soon as she tucked it back the hair fell back into the place it was when she started. Not certain of what should happen next she waited for the others to speak.

[myinsanemind]

Already having all of her stuff together, Aya decided to go ahead and buy something to munch on while she waited at the front gate. Walking to town—Dumbles closely following, she walked over to one of the local vendors and bought some cinnamon bread and fresh milk. Dumbles nudged her and she added an apple to the bunch. After paying, she muddle on back toward the gates to munch on her bread.

Sitting down in the grass by the gates, she waited impatiently for the other to arrive.

“Dumbles, I hope they finish up soon! I’m ready to get going!” she whined, rolling around in the grass.

Just then, Dumbles let out a bleat. Ayame turned to see everyone making their way to the gate. She hopped to her feet and stuffed the last bite of her bread in her mouth. The elf, Naerwen, read off a letter that some dude who seemed to be important left her.

“Hmm…well, that sounds interesting. A trip into the forest would be fun, but following Master would be also…” Ayame pondered.