Caveman wrote:

"Look comrades," says Narrhil holding the red gem high so it shines in the firelight, "we are rich if we can get out of this place alive!"

He proceeds to take a look inside the leather pouch, and then at the scrolls, reading the titles of each only.

Narrhil unrolls the second parchment, 
which is written across hastily in charcoal,
the first lines are recognizable common marks of man,
"This blessing please for Cure of Deafness..." 
The writing continues in worship and plea...

 

Caveman wrote:

"Look comrades," says Narrhil holding the red gem high so it shines in the firelight, "we are rich if we can get out of this place alive!"

He proceeds to take a look inside the leather pouch, and then at the scrolls, reading the titles of each only.

Narrhil unrolls the fourth parchment, 
which is written across hastily in charcoal,
the first lines are recognizable common marks of man,
"This blessing please for the Healing of the most Critical Wounds..." 
The writing continues in worship and plea...
 

Last edited by Iron Ranger (6/09/2024 7:17 pm)

Just noticed that we've passed the 6 year anniversary of Scorched Sanctuary and nobody's even scratched the surface of it yet! LOL!

[TILLAK + 200 XP for playing along!]
[VOTIN + 200 XP for playing along!]
[NARRHIL MORRTOS + 200 XP for playing along!]
[KEET GOOCH + 200 XP for playing along!]

to anyone who's read along the way - jump in anytime! 
and to all the dead or moved on folks - we miss you and await your returns!


 

"Barrier of Blades? What deviltry is this?"

Iron Ranger wrote:

[Narrhill +100 XP or Divide evenly by 4 for red garnet gemstone.]

{We can divide +25 XP each; plan is to share loot with comrades.}
 

Name: Narrhil Morrtos; Class: Cryomancer: 2nd-level; Culture: Common.
Str: 11, Dex: 12, Con: 10, Int: 14, Wis: 10, Cha: 8.                                                         HP: 5 (2); AL: N.
Saving Throw (SV): 15 (+2 vs Sorcery, +2 vs Device, -2 vs Fire, +2 vs Cold).             XP: 4433/5000. 
ToS: 2/6; EfoS: 4%, ToD: 2/6; EfoD: 4%, HPA: +0; PA: +0; TS: 75%; ToC: 2/6; EfoC: 4%, Lan: +1; MBS: +1 Level 1; MLNS: 65%, WA: +0, R/LA: -1; MNH: 3. 

FA: +0. AC: 9. Mv: 40. 
Mêlée: 1H Pick (horseman’s): +0 (1d6) #Att: 1/1; WC: 1.
Missile: Stone (x6): +0 (1+1) #Att: 1/1; Range: 30/60/90. 

Abilities: Alchemy, Fire/Heat Vulnerability, Ice/Cold Affinity, Icicle, Read Magic, Read Scroll, Scribe Scrolls, Sorcery, +1 Int (Age). 

Gear: Winter robes, loincloth, belt, trews, boots, cloak, fur hat, pick (horseman’s): x2 (gave one to Votin), dagger, hand axe, bandages, gauze (10-ft. ball), backpack, winter blanket, sinew cord 100 ft., drinking horn (stoppered), fishing hook: x12, fishing string (100 ft.), tinderbox, torch: x4 (see below), 50 ft. hemp rope (now 40 ft.), iron pry bar, bone spoon, bowl. Parchment: x1. 

Found Equipment:
Torch: x3 (x7 total torches for group)
1 Charcoal stick (loose)
1 charcoal stick (heavily used nub)
1 piece of chalk (unused)
1 hourglass (laterally packed)
4 bandages (unused)
1 vial of thick black liquid (full)
1 quill (clean)
50' of silk rope (coiled)
1 waterskin (empty) 
Set of metal picks

Languages: Common, Esquimaux. 

Loot: 80gp; 5sp; 4cp. Large red garnet gem ( (fist-sized). 

Description: Long black hair, blue eyed, thick long pointy beard, 5', 11'' tall, weight, 160 lb., Age: 25. Trained as a gardener. Follower of Yikkorth 'The Ashen Worm,' beliefs. Dressed in white robes trimmed with pale blue and silver. 

Spellbook (CA: +2; spells: 3/day): Chill Touch, Identify, Cold Resistance, Detect Magic. 

History: A seer of the cold north, he wanders, set loose to discover the cold lands by his master, Keeper of Ice, Ruler of the Freezing Lands and Seer of the Frozen Wastes.

 Magic: Scrolls of Cure of Deafness, Scrolls of Poison Neutralization, Scrolls of Healing of the most Critical Wounds, Scrolls of Protection of a Barrier of Blades. 

Ring of Warmness: (Broken?).
Wand of Freezing: Lying out side in snow.

Last edited by Caveman (6/10/2024 10:13 am)

Caveman wrote:

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak moves over to him and looks at the items. "What do you suppose is in that vial of black liquid? Ink?"

"Well, might be, either that or poison. Best we not drink it!" Says Narrhil, in part-grim grin.

The cryomancer looks inside the jingling pouch.




 

[NARRHIL already looked inside the small leather pouch:
"Opening the flap of the leather pouch reveals a set of metal picks."]

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

"Wisdom comes from mistakes...we have learned to not touch the glowing icicles and best not to taste an unknown liquid...perhaps it is for writing?"

Narrhil and Tillak look to the sleeping barbarian, marvelling at the wisdom he speaks in his sleep!

Iron Ranger wrote:

[NARRHIL already looked inside the small leather pouch:
"Opening the flap of the leather pouch reveals a set of metal picks."]

[Ah, not see that one. ]

The second watch begins. 
[What is Tillak doing during this time?]