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+ Belphanior 15th/15th/15th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Elgon 8th/9th/11th level deep gnome priest/illusionist/thief +
+ Jenna 9th level human female priestess of Istus +
+ Otto 10th/13th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Razor Charlie 11th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 13th level human wizard +
+ wispy thing strange, intangible sentient being +
+ Ys 14th level reptilian fighter +
+ Drak 14th level human barbarian warrior +
+ Neera 11th level human female sage/astrologer +
+ Parekh 18th level human female wizard +
+ Date: 7/6/580 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: morning +
+ Place: Parekh's home (exact location unknown) +
+ Climate: cool and pleasant +
+ "Lust of power burns more fiercely than all the passions combined." +
+ - unknown +
DCCCLXXXVIII. An Unusual Lunch
Yesterday, Belphanior and crew found and looted an armory of the slain
lich Xusia. Afterward, they returned to Parekh's home, as they'd done
many times before, to spend the rest of the day and evening resting and
relaxing. Now, after a good night's sleep, Belphanior confers with the
sorceress prior to gathering his team and dividing the magic items.
Parekh: -though, to hear you tell it, you didn't even work up a sweat.
Belphanior: It was kind of anti-climactic, I admit...no monsters there
to guard it, nothing but the one trap, which wasn't even a trap for one
who had the key. (he frowns) It's funny...so many of these gateways
have led us to monsters or battles, with nothing to show for it...and
this time, we just walked into a place where he decided to stash the
Drak: It sounds like it _was_ the mother lode. (he shakes his head,
grinning) I wish I'd been there. It sounds like quite an adventure.
Belphanior: We could have used your strength and hammer in some of those
places. (he turns to Parekh) That's a good idea - why don't you and
Drak, and maybe even Pallin, check out one of these gateways with us?
The elf wasn't just being kind; he had a feeling that the dark-skinned
archmage would refuse his offer. She'd never expressed any such interest
in the past, instead seeming content to let the elf and his small band of
seasoned adventurers deal with that. It probably wasn't a matter of risk;
Parekh possessed fearsome amounts of magical power and prowess, and Drak
could go toe-to-toe with giants. No, Belphanior figured that Parekh was
busy with other matters. He just wished he knew what they were.
Parekh: No, no. As I've said, I have no interest in unearthing long-
lost Sueloise treasures, nor do I have any need for them, or even the
lich's gold or gems. There comes a point when enough is enough; Drak
and I reached that point some time ago. Even our time helping Bram was
just a favor to him.
Belphanior: (recalling how he met Parekh and the other members of her
vampire-hunting party) Hmm, that reminds me...someday, I've got to
track down Victoria and...settle some things.
Parekh: I'm sure Pallin would be happy to help you, if you wish.
Belphanior: We'll see...we'll see. (he sits up straight) Anyway, as I
was saying, you'll have a share of the items we just found. It's long
past due, for all the help you've given us.
Parekh: Well...perhaps a single item from the hoard. Neera and Pallin
should be done scrying them by lunchtime.
Belphanior knew that Parekh had done her share toward helping with that
effort, just as Skektek and Jenna had been involved as well. The reason
for this was twofold: he wanted more sets of eyes working on deciphering
those items' mysteries, and both Jenna and Skektek had something to offer
the process. Besides, there was no way to keep Skektek away from anything
that had any sort of potential destructive capability.
Belphanior: Heh. I can't think of a better lunch than one eaten while
discussing the powers of mighty magical weapons and items.
Parekh: To tell the truth, neither can I. It should be a feast in more
ways than one.
About an hour later, with food and drink a-plenty, the gathered group
went about the task of splitting up the treasure. Parekh and Neera had
given a brief summary of what they had discerned about the powers and
properties of each weapon or item in the hoard. Unlike many seasoned
adventuring parties, Belphanior's crew didn't go about this process by
first identifying every single item and then choosing the one that seemed
to be the most valuable or powerful for each person. Rather, they tended
to choose according to what they could actually use; in other words, Otto
didn't need a staff that fired lightning bolts if there was an enchanted
crossbow to be had. Many people would have found this approach to be
insane, but Belphanior had noticed that in the long run, it had a way of
working out. Then again, there were certain times when he stacked the
deck, so to speak...
Belphanior: I'll go first, because I have big plans for all those golems.
I'm taking the rod.
This item was a two-foot-long, inch-thick rod of bluish metal, its
entire surface inscribed with strange runes and sigils.
Parekh: This item, we found, was created for a specific purpose: to
grant control over a specific group of golems.
Belphanior: And it bears no power over other golems?
Neera: No. Judging by our scrying and your description of the chamber
full of golems, this is almost certainly the control device for them.
Of course, you'll have to work out the specific details by trial and
Belphanior: So be it. (he hefts the metal rod)
The others had drawn straws to determine the order of choosing, and the
next turn went to Ys.
Ys: Hah. This must be my lucky day. I'll take...the bracelet. (he
picks up the thin silver chain)
Jenna: A wise choice.
Neera: (nods) It's a minor relic of some Sueloise deity - one so old
and obscure that we couldn't even come up with a name or sphere of
Jenna: Regardless, the bracelet will heal your wounds, much faster than
normal...and it also confers some protection from diseases and such.
Neera: We think. It's difficult to test until you have a chance to
catch some disease.
Razor Charlie: I'm next. (he looks over the items, and quickly selects
the simple bracer of brass)
Parekh: Ah, the bracer of speed. (she silently wonders why Charlie
didn't take the dagger)
Neera: That bracer may not be tied to a specific deity, but there's no
doubt about its usefulness: it hastens your every action, without any
effect on your body as far as aging.
Razor Charlie: Good. (he sits there, wishing that the rest of this
treasure-splitting would end so that he could go test his new item)
Otto: My turn, eh? (he makes a show of thinking, before taking the
Skektek: (smiling thinly) Big surprise.
Otto: You said something about this thing making its own bolts?
Neera: (nods) It's not magically accurate, like the one you have now-
Otto: Hey! How'd you know that?
Neera: (shrugs) I'm a sage. Anyway, it may lack the enchantments for
such accuracy, but it makes up for that by generating its own bolts.
Every time you prepare the weapon, a bolt will appear, ready to fire.
Otto: I have to see this to believe it.
Razor Charlie: Me too.
Otto: (cranks the string back, and a sleek steel bolt materializes in
the weapon's groove) Whoa. (he points the thing at a nearby table,
pulling the trigger and sending the bolt through a melon and then into
the wall) Huh. (he readies the crossbow again, and another bolt
appears instantly) I like it!
Parekh: (waves a hand, and the bolt pops out of the wall and drifts
across the room into her hand, where she examines it) Non-magical.
(she hands it back to Otto)
Otto: That's fine by me. I'd rather have this for the majority of the
time, when I don't need a magical bolt. If I do, I'll switch back to
my old crossbow.
Belphanior: Who's next?
Jenna: Oh, that would be me. (she takes the intricately-worked chalice
of solid silver) I can always use a healing item like this.
Neera: I'd think so, given that it can turn water into holy water or
Belphanior: (wondering what the group would do if Jenna, their only
healer, were to be vaporized along with all of her possessions) Hmm.
Skektek: It's my turn now...(without any hesitation, he takes the thin
ring of purple-black metal) Spell storing...
Neera: More so than the ring you now wear. This one can hold quite a
bit more in the way of ready-to-cast spells. It's "empty" right now,
which means you get to choose which spells to bind to it.
Parekh: (helpfully) Remember, once you make that choice, it's final.
So choose carefully.
Skektek: Oh, I will. Trust me, I will.
Belphanior: Elgon, you're last, but not least.
Elgon: Hah...new guy's luck...(he takes the amulet, a simple leather
cord with a small chunk of jade) How appropriate, given my inclination
when it comes to magic.
Neera: The ability to change your form to that of any animal or monster
is nothing to scoff at, especially considering that all of your items
transform along with you.
Elgon: (muttering) It's a good thing I don't have any super-powerful
items that might resist such a change...
Belphanior: Now, as promised...Parekh, you have a share, in repayment
for all of your help. Choose one of these items.
Parekh: I'll take the longsword. (she smiles) How ironic, that I'd
end up with the ideal vampire-fighting weapon.
Neera: (nods, eyeing the 3' long black metal handle of the sheathed
weapon) No Sueloise weapon, this...nor one a lich would want to keep
lying around. Maybe he took it from some slain hero.
Belphanior: You said that its blade glows like the sun itself?
Parekh: It's quite amazing, frankly. We unsheathed it just a tiny bit,
a mere crack, and the light that shot out of the sheath was blinding.
If you ever go up against an army of vampires, this is the weapon to
Belphanior: (frowns) Then we may have to talk one day. (he looks
around) Well, we're back to the top of the order, which means another
item each for me, Ys, Charlie, Otto, and Jenna. (he takes the 5' spear
with its strange, three-edged tip) What did you say this was, again?
Neera: The Fork of Doom. It was used in battle by a long line of
legendary Suel generals. Details from our scrying were sketchy - the
spear is one of the items we had some trouble with - but at the very
least, it has command and control powers over large numbers of people.
Otto: One item to control golems, another to control masses of people...
heh, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were on a power trip today.
Belphanior: (chuckles) If not today, then one day. These are weapons
meant to be used, not wasted.
Skektek: Let's get to it - what's left?
Belphanior: Ys, it's your turn.
Ys: That helm seems to fit me best. (he grabs the finely-worked helm
of mithril, with its two horns jutting out from either side, and holds
it up) What do you think?
Skektek: It's definitely you.
Neera: This one's a little difficult too...as best as we can tell, it
brings the ultimate perception to its wearer. There's also a vague
trace of chaos about it, though...you should definitely be careful with
Ys: I certainly shall.
Razor Charlie: (without any hesitation whatsoever, he takes the small,
razor-sharp throwing dagger)
Belphanior: Right, then.
Razor Charlie: (turning the blade around in his hand) Nice knife. Good
balance for throwing.
Neera: The story on the dagger is simple: it will always hit what it's
Skektek: Big deal - he always hits what he aims at anyway.
Razor Charlie: (smirks)
Neera: It's got a potent magical enchantment on it, too, enough to even
injure things like demons and golems.
Razor Charlie: Good.
Otto: (eyeing the remaining items) A belt made for dwarves, or a mace
that returns when thrown. No real choice at all. (he takes the belt
of unknown hide, inlaid with rune-covered adamant plates)
Jenna: (picks up the mace with the spiked ball at its tip, though she's
not strong enough to fight with it) Ungh!
Otto: Sorry, but you couldn't have used the belt either.
Jenna: It's okay. I can trade this to someone, sometime, for something
I can use.
Elgon: Hey, at least you got two picks.
Otto: (to Neera) What's the deal with this belt?
Neera: Like a few of the other things from this hoard, it's not a Suel
relic...but rather, a dwarven relic. It seems to have been fashioned
by agents of the dwarven god Clanggedin Silverbeard, the Father of
Otto: I know of his ways, though I follow no deity.
Neera: Fair enough. Anyway, it's some kind of strength-belt, but in
order to use it properly, you have to be some kind of dwarven hero.
Otto: (straps the belt on, then frowns) I don't feel any different. I
guess I'm not a "hero."
Neera: We can spend more time scrying the belt, if you want-
Otto: No, that's okay. I'll deal with it on my own.
At this point, most of the group wandered away, to ponder their new
possessions (or perhaps even to test them.) Parekh, however, still had
some information for Belphanior...
Parekh: Oh, before I forget, here's a bonus: Neera and I figured out
what the strange ruby skull can be used for.
Belphanior: Ruby skull...(he rubs his temples, momentarily confused
about the dozens of magical items he's gained, lost, and loaned out
over his years of adventuring)
Neera: The ruby skull, from the Tomb of Panagaea.
Parekh: We'd talked of this before, and I mentioned that the skull had
Belphanior: Oh. Oh yeah, right. It doubles the number of spells I can
cast each day.
Parekh: It doubles _all_ of your spells, not just some, as rings of this
sort do. But we've also determined that it reduces all casting times
by a fraction...not much, just enough to give you an edge over someone
else, say, casting the same spell at the same time.
Belphanior: Outstanding. That's a damn useful item.
Neera: We've determined that the skull was created long ago, by some
time-forgotten sorceror of the lost continent. It's a minor relic, by
Belphanior: (thinking how lucky he is that he wasn't carrying this item
when he was captured and his items ransacked by the slavers) Whew.
Parekh: (hands the skull to the elf) Carry it always, and guard it with
Belphanior: Damn, if only we'd been able to find two of those. Skektek
could use something like this.
Parekh: All in all, I think your group is much better prepared today,
as opposed to yesterday, for further gateway explorations.
Belphanior: (holds the Fork of Doom, eyeing the spear's triple blades
with a gleam in his eye) Or for anything else we choose to undertake.
next: a bit of a problem
notes: This isn't a total Monty Haul situation - there will be some
trouble with some of these new items. In fact, it begins next episode.
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