Silken touch

[Ebiris]

Alicia closes the gate and goes with Syala. "There's movement in the caves underneath the town, I don't think the poison went so deep. I can't sense anyone alive within Windglum though."

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Alicia HP: 831+127/831
Active spells: Many moments of prescience (CL 38), extended mind blank (CL 39), extended nondetection (CL 39), greater heroism (CL 36), extended ray deflection (CL 39), epic mage armour (CL 36), sensual blessing (CL 36), greater foresight (CL 38), keen edge (CL 36 on sword), dance of the unicorn (CL 36), extended greater anticipate teleportation (CL 38), repelling shield (CL 38), freedom of movement (CL 36), greater visage of the deity (CL 36), recitation (CL 36)
Defences: AC 87, CMD 113, spell resistance 51, energy immunity (fire and cold), status immunity (polymorph, petrification, disease, poison, stunning, sleep, paralysis, death effects, disintegration, energy drain, ability damage, ability drain, mind-affecting, and fear), nondetection (DC 54), freedom of movement
Stat buffs/penalties: +4 morale attack/skills/saves, +10 armour AC, +25 competence perception, +7 insight AC/ref, +4 str, +2 dex, +4 con, +2 int, +4 wis, +4 cha, +1 natural armour AC, +9 shield AC, +3 luck AC/attack/saves
Perceptions: Arcane sight, 5 mile tremorsense/blindsight/scent perception +87
Sorcerer spell slots: 6/16/16/14/8/9/14/8/9/4/8/4/7/5/6/2
Duskblade spell slots: 6/23/22/23/11/7/15
Moments of prescience left: 4

[Anastasia]

"Then let's go search," Syala says, as you look about. With nothing but desolation, a bit of magic from Syala soon leads you into a building. Here are...puddles. Puddles of half dissolved bone and flesh, already congealing into a solid mass. Syala ignores them - some sort of inn from the looks of it - and goes to the basement.

Jessica lingers a moment, eyes on one of them, and follows without comment.

[Ebiris]

Alicia quietly goes along with Syala.

[Anastasia]

A basement. Supplies. More puddles.

A cavern passage in it that leads deeper.

More puddles.

A narrow passage, then a larger cavern with more puddles.

More puddles.

Jessica looks away.

Syala strides on until she draws her hammer, and with a strangled cry, slams it into the wall. Stone falls over one of the puddles, a collapsed wall enough to cover it.

"Syala..." Jessica reaches out for her, but Syala wordlessly strides forward, faster.

You can sense movement closer, coming your way amid the endless, miserable wetness of this place.

[Ebiris]

"Something's coming our way," Alicia warns, determining what she can of it through her blindsight.

[Anastasia]

It's three humanoids. They approach as Syala looks up, "They're really here," The young man calls.

One is a young man, face scarred all over and one eye nothing but white. He carries a scythe at the ready and walks with a limp. His hair is but a stubble and bone white. Human from the looks of it.

The second is humanoid, but with red eyes and a glare that dances with fire. Her pink hair is wavy and messy, and she wears a thick cloak with the hood down and study clothes beneath.

The last is an old man, limping badly and using a cane. He wears old, tattered clothes and has a massive scar over his neck, as if it was once torn open.

The old man takes them in, "We were told you might come this way!"

[Ebiris]

"You've found us then, but I caution you go no further. Talona's work has fouled Windglum, it would not be safe for you," Alicia says before anything else. "Who told you we were coming?"

Considering the amount of anti-divination magic she cloaks herself in, it's somewhat concerning she can be predicted.

[Anastasia]

The man shivers at that question, while the old man says, "I dare not..."

"He speaks of nonsense and madness, but the truth," The pink haired woman says, "Mad, except that he's right. He has no human face, but the beak of a bird. Black feathers over its face too, like a crow. He said you might yet come this way and told us to leave him."

[Ebiris]

Is that the man of the winds? "Where did you see this beaked man?"

[Anastasia]

"He's below," The old man points, "Follow the path we were on."

"Thank you," Jessica says, "Go now. Go home. You'll find the way this time." She looks to each and nods as you feel her divine will guide them, take them away from this place. She then strides forward, onwards.

[Ebiris]

Leaving that in Jessica's hands, Alicia follows her sister now.

[Anastasia]

Onward. Deeper.

It's really more of a dead end. The end of a cavern passage. A wet place steeped in water, save for one jutting rock where no water drips. More of a smoothed out spike of stone, bone dry amid everywhere. Here a man sits. He has a humanoid body, chalk white in color. It is rail thin, to the point of being skeletal. It has the head of a crow, a beak that is cracked all over. It meets your gaze without fear, no hesitation as you approach.

[Ebiris]

Alicia's gaze will allow no falsehoods.

True seeing via alter reality. Also see what kind of magic he's got via arcane sight.

[21:01] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+41 CL on true seeing
[21:01] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 59 > [d20=18]
[21:01] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+41 CL on arcane sight
[21:01] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 48 > [d20=7]

[Anastasia]

He is exactly as he appears to be.

He has a trio of spells on him - Aegis of Obscurity, Fortunate Fate and Spell Restoration.

You know Fortunate Fate. Aegis of Obscurity looks rather like Mind Blank, but altered not to hide, but to obscure. Spell Restoration looks to convert magic to vitality.

[Ebiris]

"Are you the Man of the Winds?" Alicia asks him after a moment spent sizing him up.