Book 3: Act 1 - The Stuff of Legends

[Graven]

A quick, nearly silent orcish curse escapes the assassin's throat. He steps to the side to give the others line of sight. In Common, "Councillor, do you now what's going on?"

OOC

it's a stretch, but would Dungeoneering (+7) apply here, V

[ManWithDoor]

Arent speaks as softly as will carry, his education definitely filling him in on what this is. "Never seen one before, but that's definitely a Spriggan. Think of it as a distant cousin to gnomes, a portion of them that went mad and mutated after they left the First World. No joy and wonder for them, they went straight violence and malice. All the texts say they delight in suffering, and aren't really up for diplomacy. But, you know, books don't know everything."

[Graven]

Arenhal nods, switching over to his longbow, "See that head wound? I don't know anything that'd survive that," he continues to slip away to the right.

OOC

Hide, start studying the potential target

[Othniel]

"Avoid looking directly at the light over by the body," Nimiriel instructs. Tracing a symbol in the air, she gestures at the creature and casts a spell.

OOC

Dispel Magic on the amber nimbus whatsit please.

[Vardaen]

Nimiriel swirls her hands in a magical pattern bringing forth a dispelling power that causes the nimbus to fade and falter. The moment that happens the Spriggan collapses on the floor dead. It would seem the stasis it was in from the light was also the only thing 'keeping it alive'.

Arenhal has slipped off among the tables, bow in hand watching for trouble.

[Graven]

"What manner of magic is that?" The heavy longbow pointed at the collapsed corpse. He moves forward quietly, scanning the room.

[Othniel]

"A cleverly-laid trap," the half-elf answers. "It is only chance that saved us from falling into it. Be wary - I think there may be more of these creatures about."

OOC

Knowledge check on the spriggan? ^_^

[ManWithDoor]

The bard backs away, humming and moving his body in a formal fashion. His eyes stark twinkling, and he looks around anew at their surroundings. He very carefully moves in to the house, staying separated from the others so they don't all get caught by the same trap.

OOC

Detect Magic, and look around.

[Vardaen]

The spriggan's body lays there now that the stasis field around it is gone. The group splits up a bit and searches the first floor of the inn, there are no more magical auras about the area.


Right there by the corpse, on the corner table, is a collection of books, they include several books with titles like Iobarian Prehistory, The Centaur Skyles of Central Casmaron, The Untold Heritage of the Taldan Armies of Exploration, and the Secrets of the Rashalka Mounds still clutched in the hands of the dead spriggan. Mixed in with the books is a large collection of notes and drawing that seem rather important, but will take some time to sort through (more time than a simple passing search can give).

Someone locates the Inn's till, a collection of coins barely reaching 40 gold worth if you wanted to loot it.

Upstairs remains unexplored.

GM

I already PMed anyone with a good enough lore roll

[Graven]

Arenhal ignores the coins in the till, leaving the books for those with more knowledge of such things. He stands at the bottom of the stairs, scanning them for trip wires and pressure plates. Bow at ready, he waits for the others silently.

OOC

I'll switch back to the rapier as we go up the stairs