Elemental Movements

[Anastasia]

From there, your trip to Venya and Xiranthador is unremarkable enough.

Goal here?

[Nephrite]

Three parts:

1) Find Erathaol (he will probably find us doing parts 2 and 3, this is fine) and ask him what his suggestions are on defense for the fortress.

2) Research Syllen and see if there are any leads on his magic and equipment here.

3) Research Temman's Wheel.

4) Oops, I forgot about this one. Let's also donate all the books we got from efreet to Xiranthador, excepting the book on Medicant that Moore will keep to share with Ellenny.

[Anastasia]

Okay, gimme a d100.

[Nephrite]

[13:05] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[13:05] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=70 ]{70}

No +7 bonus to make it 77 but I'm ok with it.

[Anastasia]

Donations take a little bit of time - you have to find the right person. The right person is a tall, slender throne archon. Less muscular than most of his kin, he is also taller and wears a simple hose and tunic. Nothing fancy nor interesting, humble clothes save for a gold brooch affixed to his tunic's chest. It is of a book, well detailed and clearly a master's work.

"Duke Moore," The archon bows, "I am Lorekeeper Xale. Your donation is an honor."

[Nephrite]

"Lorekeeper, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Moore says and offers a bow. "I originally thought that there was really no way this place would have need of books like that." Moore admits. "But then I realized that while the knowledge of whatever is in the books may already exist here, the perspective of the writer wasn't." A smile after that.

"I don't generally go around ransacking libraries, so please forgive the rather ugly manner in which all of these were obtained." He adds. "I hope they can help to provide to someone curious about efreet culture, if nothing else. Oh... yes, there is something in one of them I should warn you about -- something about a 'Blade of Endings.' It seems rather dangerous, but I can imagine you're not really in the business of hiding knowledge from those seeking it -- I just wanted to make sure you were aware."

[Anastasia]

"I have heard of that," Xale says, "I also heard reports Aurora was involved in it," he says, "Though I have not ascertained the truth yet."

Before you ask, it was before Moore's time.

[Nephrite]

"Really? Huh. Oh..." Moore taps his chin. "Now that you mention it, I think I heard something about that offhand once." A shake of his head. "Either way, If I happen across any more noteworthy collections, I'll bring them here. ...Oh!" He blinks, as if he just remembered something, and withdraws a flute from his bags.

"You wouldn't, by any chance, know where this ought to be returned to specifically, would you? I know it's from somewhere in Merucia, obviously, but... I don't know much more about it." He says. "I bought it from a friend of mine, but I'd like to return it to where it should rightfully be."


To be clear, he's talking about this:

Mercurian Flute

This flute grants a +10 competence bonus on Perform checks used by playing the flute. When the flute is used for Perform checks, the user can use the Song of Cleansing Light feat.

Song of Cleansing Light [Bardic, Exalted]
Prerequisite: Bardic music, turn undead.
Benefit: As a standard action, you may expend one use of your bardic music ability and one use of your turn undead ability to grant your allies within 60ft bonus damage against undead. They deal an extra 2d6 points of damage on weapon damage rolls, including natural weapons. This damage rises by 1d6 to 3d6 when you reach level 10, as well as by 1d6 to 4d6 when you reach level 20. This effect lasts for as long as you play and for 5 rounds thereafter.

[Anastasia]

"Of course, Duke," Xale says after studying the flute, "Those are made by Mythan Eversight, Authority of Life. If I may ask, where did you come on it? They are given to those rare souls who have the spirit of a bard but follow our path."

Xale takes 10 on K:L.

[Nephrite]

"It was in the hands of a follower of Malar." Moore explains. "My friend and his partner were sent by Selune to deal with him and this was apparently in his belongings."

A smile after that. "I could certainly make use of it myself, but it feels more correct to have it returned to be given out to someone, rather than just found. Do you mind if I ask where Mythan usually resides? I can go take a visit after our business here is concluded." Moore says as he puts it back in his bag for safekeeping.

[Anastasia]

"I believe he resides on Mercuria, at Librasil's Point." Xale says, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

[Nephrite]

"There is not. Thank you for your time, Lorekeeper." Moore says.

He nods to go do some reading for himself!

[Anastasia]

You and Xandra have a seat, getting books to read. You begin to read, nothing right away. You take a moment to stretch and take a cup of juice set out be - wait a second, you didn't bring juice.

Opposite you is Erathaol, silently and leisurely reading a tome of his own. Refreshments are between all of you, "I am pleased to see you are well," Erathaol says. "Especially after provoking the efreet and with Hell's ongoing hatred."

[Nephrite]

"One of these days I'll figure out how you do that." Moore says with a smile. "But that might ruin the magic."

He sips his juice and sets it in his lap. "We have managed with your assistance." Moore says. "I'm going to further investigate the matter with Sanez as well, but... I wanted to ask for your direction on this."

He takes a breath as he closes his eyes. "Romiel was attacked, as I'm sure you know. In his own fortress." He opens his eyes. "I would be heartbroken if something like that happened to Grias, or anyone else under my care. Now that I've been... mm... personally involved in this matter, I cannot sit idly and allow the possibility of something happening while I'm away -- or even when we're back and resting." Moore pauses there a moment.

Another breath as he sips his juice again. "I don't know what the correct solution is. I fear that if we simply send more forces to my fortress, that it may take them away from somewhere else. At the same time, I do not wish for us to simply relocate the base to somewhere 'safe,' out of fear. Surely this is not the first time a situation like this has come up, so I would love to hear your opinion and direction." After that, he shifts his posture slightly and sits at attention.

[Anastasia]

"I worry as well, but I trust in your wisdom, Seer," Xandra declares, bowing her head forward deeply.

"Follow me," Erathaol stands, book flying to the table and closing, a bookmark in place. He stands and begins to walk off. As you follow, you find in instants you are elsehwere, atop a hill rising above other hills in Venya. It is cold here, a brook nearby babbling. Above is the light of Chronias, shining down. "It is said I am wise. It is said I am a master of lore," Erathaol begins, looking upward. "Yet not even I know the answer to all questions." He kneels and looks up, "Let us pray. Oh Master of the Illuminated Heaven, I ask for your wisdom. Reveal to us your will in this matter and reveal us the path we are to walk. Reveal us the path to defy the schemes of the King of Hell and overcome his wickedness."

Xandra kneels as well, bowing her head in prayer.