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I woke up this morning feeling rather well rested. I feet better than I have since we got to this ancient tomb. After a quick breakfast of rations we continued our investigation of the school. We had a quick tactical meeting and decided to try the door in the courtyard to enter the other building. When we got to the courtyard we discovered several charred bodies, apparently Nagmar’s trap using the Alchemist’s Fire worked.
We entered the seconded building after a rather difficult time opening the door. Not only was it bared from the inside but there was also an armoire blocking the door. Neither proved to be much of problem for Nagmar’s mighty strength. Once inside the building we encountered a dead elf. The corps has been there for many years and had nothing of interest upon his person. Inside are more rooms. We have stumbled upon the dormitories. Each room is ,or was when the school was in service, fit to accommodate two students. Not nearly as nice as my own room at Theca Austra D'Emertius After a truly agonizingly boring search of the dorms, the druid notices a glint of metal.
When we reach the metal object, we discover it is a sword of little value. Obviously made for ornamental reasons and not combat. Of course we still might have been able to get something for it had the previous owner not attempted to use for combat. Upon my recommendation we leave the garbage there and proceed in our investigation. Not long after we leave the sword, another glint of metal is found. This time it is a dead human in a suit armor. Frost and Garion recognize the face of the stiff, but to there recollection he did not even own armor. Underneath the corps was a great sword. This sword was made as a sword and is most likely magical, judging by it’s weight.
As we continue down the hallway, in which we found the dead fighter, we are halted by a disembodied voice. The voice is an Invisible Stalker, an entity from the plane of air. The Stalker is bound to the hallway and is instructed not to let anyone past until his master returns from the room at the end of the hall. This was ten years ago. I suspect that the Stalker, like the golem, is protecting something important. I also believe that there masters have either transcended the physical plane or have killed themselves outright to protect these secrets. I decided to test my theory at another time and convince the group that we would be better off not engaging the Stalker at the moment.
After checking out all of the dormitory rooms, we head back to the large room with the gate. Cham’s book on the school has a diagram of both the gate, and the key needed to enter. After several failed attempts, and the joy of watching Cham walk into the barrier several times, Kern address the party. In his scouting of the room, Kern has found one of the cloak pins used to pass through the gate. The question now is weather or not it is real or a forgery. I test it first. I grab the pin and take a deep breath. Then I walk through the portal.
It worked. I have just entered the library of Lycaeum Arcana! I can smell the ancient paper in the air. After I toss the pin back to Kern, I cast a light spell on the tip of my staff. The room is [FLOPPING] huge! There are bookshelves over twenty feet tall. [WOMBAT]! A large number of the volumes are missing. I look through the remaining books for something of interest as the rest of the party enters. Kern mentions something about there being a robed figure in the room, but none of the other party members see it. Only by everyone touching in a group can we see the figure. He claims to be the librarian, and can take us to any book in the library. I ask about my Uncles spell books and the apparition tells me there is one here. I can not believe my ears. One of my uncles spell books is here! I demand to see it and the librarian floats away telling me to follow. As soon I broke contact with the group I could not see the librarian anymore. Apperantly to only way to see it is with the lenses that I had given to Kern in Mordhold. And the cloak pin allows communication with the specter.
After obtaining the lenses and pin from Kern, I take off in pursuit of the specter. He floats through a solid door, that I am unable to open. The librarian tell me I need a key for the thrice [darned] door. After a few moments of pondering the new obstacle, Kern suggests that he may be able to bypass the doors. With out hesitation I move to allow him access. Kern studies the look for barely a moment then proceeds to open the door. On the other side of the door is a lounge, with a reading table several comfortable chairs and a fireplace. Resting atop the table is my uncles spell book. I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and accomplishment. I am in Kern’s debt, for without him I would not have found this precious tome.
I dare not open the book at this time for fear of a trap. Later this evening when I have the time I will attempt to unlock it’s mysteries. Cham and Frost go off in search of some theology books. Why I have not the slightest idea. After letting the reality of having the book sink in, I suggest we continue in our mission and try to find more information. As we rendezvous with Cham and Frost, we hear movement below. The group proceeds down the stairs to investigate. When we reach the bottom of the stairs we encounter a group of people and some animated skeletons.
We quickly engage them in combat, but what should have been an quick cleansing turned out to be disastrous. I have seen these people in combat before and they are not amateurs. They can truly be a dominating force however since we stepped foot in the ruins they have been fighting like Swansea hoods in a drunken brawl. I suspect that the musty air and the lingering magic have altered the groups perception and taken the keen edge off of our fighting abilities. Perhaps I will address this matter to the group tonight. Finally we manage to exterminate the threat, but it took too long and cost us much. A quick search identifies the new courses as members of the Cult of Ikshyisi.
Mordryth Pendriec
We entered the seconded building after a rather difficult time opening the door. Not only was it bared from the inside but there was also an armoire blocking the door. Neither proved to be much of problem for Nagmar’s mighty strength. Once inside the building we encountered a dead elf. The corps has been there for many years and had nothing of interest upon his person. Inside are more rooms. We have stumbled upon the dormitories. Each room is ,or was when the school was in service, fit to accommodate two students. Not nearly as nice as my own room at Theca Austra D'Emertius After a truly agonizingly boring search of the dorms, the druid notices a glint of metal.
When we reach the metal object, we discover it is a sword of little value. Obviously made for ornamental reasons and not combat. Of course we still might have been able to get something for it had the previous owner not attempted to use for combat. Upon my recommendation we leave the garbage there and proceed in our investigation. Not long after we leave the sword, another glint of metal is found. This time it is a dead human in a suit armor. Frost and Garion recognize the face of the stiff, but to there recollection he did not even own armor. Underneath the corps was a great sword. This sword was made as a sword and is most likely magical, judging by it’s weight.
As we continue down the hallway, in which we found the dead fighter, we are halted by a disembodied voice. The voice is an Invisible Stalker, an entity from the plane of air. The Stalker is bound to the hallway and is instructed not to let anyone past until his master returns from the room at the end of the hall. This was ten years ago. I suspect that the Stalker, like the golem, is protecting something important. I also believe that there masters have either transcended the physical plane or have killed themselves outright to protect these secrets. I decided to test my theory at another time and convince the group that we would be better off not engaging the Stalker at the moment.
After checking out all of the dormitory rooms, we head back to the large room with the gate. Cham’s book on the school has a diagram of both the gate, and the key needed to enter. After several failed attempts, and the joy of watching Cham walk into the barrier several times, Kern address the party. In his scouting of the room, Kern has found one of the cloak pins used to pass through the gate. The question now is weather or not it is real or a forgery. I test it first. I grab the pin and take a deep breath. Then I walk through the portal.
It worked. I have just entered the library of Lycaeum Arcana! I can smell the ancient paper in the air. After I toss the pin back to Kern, I cast a light spell on the tip of my staff. The room is [FLOPPING] huge! There are bookshelves over twenty feet tall. [WOMBAT]! A large number of the volumes are missing. I look through the remaining books for something of interest as the rest of the party enters. Kern mentions something about there being a robed figure in the room, but none of the other party members see it. Only by everyone touching in a group can we see the figure. He claims to be the librarian, and can take us to any book in the library. I ask about my Uncles spell books and the apparition tells me there is one here. I can not believe my ears. One of my uncles spell books is here! I demand to see it and the librarian floats away telling me to follow. As soon I broke contact with the group I could not see the librarian anymore. Apperantly to only way to see it is with the lenses that I had given to Kern in Mordhold. And the cloak pin allows communication with the specter.
After obtaining the lenses and pin from Kern, I take off in pursuit of the specter. He floats through a solid door, that I am unable to open. The librarian tell me I need a key for the thrice [darned] door. After a few moments of pondering the new obstacle, Kern suggests that he may be able to bypass the doors. With out hesitation I move to allow him access. Kern studies the look for barely a moment then proceeds to open the door. On the other side of the door is a lounge, with a reading table several comfortable chairs and a fireplace. Resting atop the table is my uncles spell book. I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and accomplishment. I am in Kern’s debt, for without him I would not have found this precious tome.
I dare not open the book at this time for fear of a trap. Later this evening when I have the time I will attempt to unlock it’s mysteries. Cham and Frost go off in search of some theology books. Why I have not the slightest idea. After letting the reality of having the book sink in, I suggest we continue in our mission and try to find more information. As we rendezvous with Cham and Frost, we hear movement below. The group proceeds down the stairs to investigate. When we reach the bottom of the stairs we encounter a group of people and some animated skeletons.
We quickly engage them in combat, but what should have been an quick cleansing turned out to be disastrous. I have seen these people in combat before and they are not amateurs. They can truly be a dominating force however since we stepped foot in the ruins they have been fighting like Swansea hoods in a drunken brawl. I suspect that the musty air and the lingering magic have altered the groups perception and taken the keen edge off of our fighting abilities. Perhaps I will address this matter to the group tonight. Finally we manage to exterminate the threat, but it took too long and cost us much. A quick search identifies the new courses as members of the Cult of Ikshyisi.
Mordryth Pendriec
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