Moving spheres

[Ebiris]

[17:35] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+74 perception
[17:35] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 94 > [d20=20]

[Anastasia]

You can see it - the faintest wisps of ethereal disturbances, all around that wall.

[Ebiris]

Marie briefly teleports off into the desert so she can turn into her humanoid form, cast greater arcane sight, then turn back into her globe form and teleport back to have a look at the magic on display here.

Greater arcane sight to see magic and also blessed sight SLA to see evil.

[Anastasia]

There's fading magic here. Someone just used swift etherealness to momentarily pass through the wall.

[Ebiris]

Well Marie's ethereal too so she'll try going through that wall herself now!

[Anastasia]

In here are no doors in or out. A simple room - bed, desk, chair, a few chests. It's pitch black in here, but your darkvision suffices to see.

Lying on the bed is a pale man, black hair sweaty and matted to his head. It's just long enough to make a good mess of it. He sits up as he works on his shoulder, wrapping bandages around it, a grimace on his face. He's topless, muscled body revealed, several scars seen, from the thin to the massive. He's perhaps thirty, a day's ghosting of a black beard gracing his face. Tall, you think, though with him sitting it's tricky to tell. While his ears and body are entirely human, his eyes are more almond shaped, like that  of an elf.

[Ebiris]

Any other magic in the room or on the man? Anything evil?

[Anastasia]

The man himself radiates a decent amount of magic. He has the embers of several dispelled magics on him - heroism, false life, haste, greater mage armor.

There's magic coming from one of the chests, rather strong.

[Ebiris]

What's the magic on the chest?

[18:28] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+49 spellcraft
[18:28] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 65 > [d20=16]

And nothing/no one that's evil here?

[Anastasia]

It's like a big bag of holding, but in chest form. Handy for storage.

There's no evil here.

Meanwhile, the man groans softly. "Damn it," he mutters, slumping back. He gets up and stumbles to the non magical chest, opening it up and taking a large glass bottle of water out. He starts to drink, grimaces and coughs, then pours some over his head, shivering.

[Ebiris]

Marie elects to stay quiet and watch him for a while. She considers trying to detect his thoughts but he's probably a decent mage and thus more likely than not to shrug off and recognise the effort so she maintains her secrecy by only passively monitoring what he does in here.

[Anastasia]

The man manages to make it to be, shivering. He pulls a plain blanket up and curls up under it, soon sweat staining it and the bed around him. He's shaking and shivering. After a little time of watching, "Dani," he murmurs, "Got to get up, Dani. Cows are ready to be milked."

[Ebiris]

Sounds like he's having a dream... she probably won't get much else here. So instead Marie gets a whiff of his scent, goes back through the wall to the alleyway, and tries to backtrack wherever he was before coming here. Maybe he got into a fight and that dispelled his mage armour and things?

[Anastasia]

You follow his scent - of mist and blood, sweat as well. You follow it down and to the city limits, the trail going out of Firewind entirely.

[Ebiris]

She'll keep on following!