As far as you can tell every nook and cranny of the Pythoness House has been scoured clean of the foul servants of chaos. The overpowering feeling of an evil so ancient that it spoke to you on primeval level dissipated with the vanquishing the Rhodintor, the ‘earth-bound demon’ and steward of the Lords of Chaos and was without doubt a great service to the forces of good and law. However the building still has a dismal and foreboding presence that even your heroic efforts seem unable to remove, the rumbling ghostly voice still calls out to you, leaving is difficult and the shadows continue
to move and play tricks on you.
With a collection of items looted from the house and the un-openable chest you return to the Ghostly Minstrel in time for a delicious breakfast of good fortune washed down with flagons of sweet success. After Ulszom approximates the value of the fiery items Lyle leaves to find potential buyers. While there are no shortage of traders willing to take them off his hands their flaming ‘curse’ proves a setback to reaching the guide price Ulszom suggested. Having tried the North and South markets, numerous smith’s and merchants Lyle begins to ask around in delvers haunts, this avenue results in greater success as Lyle is pointed in the direction of a burly knight easily the equal of Answulf in height. Dressed in a cloth-of-gold surcoat with a clawed hand picked out in red over a suit of black lacquered plate mail.
As Lyle approaches the knight turns to reveal an elongated almost reptilian face with eyes that burn like red hot coals, an armoured fist wraps around a large pewter tankard and a small cask with the vigil of Dohrinthas stamped into its side sits on the table. Opposite him is a beautiful half-elf woman, long dark hair is swept over the left side of her face and intricate serpentine tattoos cover her arms and shoulders. As Lyle begins to explain the unique nature of the items the knight, who introduces himself as Sir Angith Dreadcastle, seems very interested. “I believe I could make use of the shield and flail, particularly the shield for my careless squire”, with a cruel laugh he continues, “show our little friend why Cetalena”. At the command of her master the half-elf moves her hair to show the horribly burnt ruin that is the left side of her face. After lengthy negotiations Sir Angith offers payment in gold thrones, platinum dragons or gems.
Negotiating the successful handover of Answulf from Malrouk (the stick-man) and his associates: 175 (Lyle & Ulszom).
Slaying the Hell Hound’s and the Rhodintor in the Pythoness House: 1050 (Answulf, Lyle & Ulszom).
If you want to sell the items you mentioned to Sir Angith you get the following:
Shield of Fire Resistance 4750gp
Flail +1 Flaming 2000gp
Assuming you do sell then you can use cash for identifies on the following (I think this was everything that was still unidentified):
From the un-openable chest; Wand of Fireballs (CL5th), must be bathed in Alchemists Fire then usable for 24 hours
Rhodintor’s Shield: Large steel shield +1
Rhodintor’s axe: Battle-axe +1
Crimson Coil cult robe in Rhodintor’s nest: Robe of protection +1 (as cloak)
Stone crown with six magical gems: each gem bestows a 6 bonus to a single statistic (i.e. one stone for Str, one for Dex etc.) once removed from the crown
From the chests
Rod of Chaos: This two-foot-long rod has a skull on one end. When the wielder wishes it, the skull speaks a word of chaos. When it is finished, it turns into a dose of dust of protection from law. When the dust is used, the item is entirely used up. CL20th
Skull of Chaos: This is a real human skull, well preserved and covered with symbols of chaos and other arcane runes. The skull’s wielder can command it to produce a chaos hammer spell once each day. CL7th
When Lyle returns with the offer Answulf and Ulszom agree that it seems a fair price. Answulf suggests we also sell the Shield, Battle-axe and Robe from the Rhodintor’s nest. Answulf would like the Strength Gem. Ulszom indicates that he would like to keep the 50 Alchemists Fire, Wand, Rod, Intelligence Gem and Skull.
Ulszom suggests we purchase a Bag of Holding or Handy Haversack. Mainly to store the All Key but also with Alchemist Fire in mind. Answulf suggests we make sure we all have enchanted weapons in case the forces of chaos seek us out.
Answulf suggests they take a month downtime to wait for their items to be finished. Despite his bravado in the fight against the Rhodintor you occasionally see a haunted look in Answulf’s eyes…
Selling the Rhodintor’s war-gear proves less problematic:
Battle-axe +1 1000gp
Shield +1 500gp
People seem less inclined to take the robe, could be the design:
Robe of resistance +1 (when I said protection below I actually meant resistance) 200gp
The wand has 50 charges.
Answulf and Ulszom both pluck gems from the crown, but strangely Answulf feels no stronger and Ulszom gains no new insight…
Hmm. Answulf suspected the Robe would be difficult to sell.
Ulszom gives his gem to Lyle and tells Answulf to do the same. Once Lyle has all six gems Ulszom looks at Lyle “Feel any different?”
Ulszom and Answulf give their gems to Lyle, with no discernible effect to his strength or intelligence.
Lyle plucks one of the remaining four gems from the crown, however unlike the first two once removed it reappears back on the crown.
Ulszom takes the Strength and Intelligence gems from Lyle, returns the Strength gem to its socket on the crown then places the crown on his head.
Lyle takes the gems and striking his best impression of a wise old man says " I do feel different…. I think it wise that I keep these gems as they only work for me, it probably because I’m special."
Lyle walks over to the barkeep and says let’s have a drink, let’s not drink too much though we have a lot to do today I best keep an eye on your measures as I am clearly the wiser of us all.
It’s not possible to reattach the stones to the crown but they can be held onto the tines. The crown itself is oversized and can only sit on Ulszom’s head at an angle, this seems to have no effect.
Lyle takes back the two unattached stones, again with no obvious effect.
Drinks arrive shortly afterward.
Lyle will try to remove the other gems from the crown wisely thinking this can only increase his super new found abilities.
Lyle removes the other three stones that he has not yet held, as before they vanish from his grasp only to reappear attached to the crown
Lyle pulls the other gems from the crown with each one you watch a quizzical expression cross his face pulling the last one free Lyle almost squealing says “watch this watch this” he throws one of the gems up in the air and as he goes to catch it he stumbles barely catching it before it hits the floor " I did that! I did that shit! look how great I am watch, watch!" Lyle attempts a back flip up on to the table missing by miles he smacks his head on the table turning dazed and almost unconscious he says " did you see that shit I’m fucking amazing now" he scrabbles ineloquently up on to the table and gets right in Answulf’s face far too close for comfort he says “try to catch me I bet you can’t I so amazing and your such a slow dim-witted arse” ha-ha look at you, you gnoll face mule you could catch a one legged goblin" Lyle dodges left and as he sidesteps right he falls off the table and flat on his face looking down on him it appears the fairly minor fall as knocked him unconscious.
Looking down at Lyle lying unconscious beneath the table Ulszom shakes his head. “These little folk are so excitable”. Picking up the crown and extracting the gems from Lyle’s grip he places the set on the table and takes a closer look. He peers from the crown to Answulf “I think this may be cursed. Resulting in false reading from my spell”. Ulszom lifts the crown from the table an places it on the floor. Drawing his Great sword from its sheath on his back he gestures for any nearby patrons to move back then hefts a blow at the crown (OOC:/ 2d6)…
Meanwhile Answulf drags Lyle from under the table and props him up in his chair. After checking he hasn’t done himself any serious harm he turns to Ulszom and draws his magical Great sword “Here let me have a go”. Swinging with all his might he brings a mighty blow down on the crown (OOC:/ Full Power attack 3d6+21 damage)…
Rich, add 100xp for making me laugh, a lot!
Ulszom’s blow strikes the crown, sparks and stone chips fly off in all directions, but it only succeeds in sending the crown skidding off under a nearby table. The barkeep looks over disapprovingly from behind the counter.
After settling the unconscious Lyle in a chair (with an egg sized lump were he banged his head) Answulf retrieves the crown and delivers a mighty blow from his enchanted blade. There is a ringing crash as the blade strikes the crown and it shatters into several pieces. The four stones that Lyle removed are still attached to the crowns tines, but are now scattered around the bar. The barkeep, a stocky sandy haired man shouts over “Oi, less of that, if you want to break stuff do it outside” he then mutters something about barbarians and trouble-makers, then goes back to polishing his bar-top.
Raising a placating hand to the barkeep Answulf moves to collect the four stones from around the bar muttering apologies to the other patrons. Returning to their table he places the six stones in a pile in the middle of the table then reaches inside Lyle’s shirt for his money pouch. Retrieving a silver penny and a Platinum Dragon Answulf moves to the barmaid assigned to clean up the mess pressing the silver penny in to her hand and apologising for the mess before depositing the Platinum Dragon on the bar along with a further apology and asking the barkeep to get himself and the other patrons a drink. Returning to their table Answulf replaces Lyle’s money pouch exactly where he found it and looks across at Ulszom “Well?”
Having considered healing Lyle Ulszom decides that it might be wise to leave him in his unconscious state. Focusing his attention on the pile of gems he casts Detect Magic carefully studying each stone as well as one or two of the stone fragments whilst racking his brains for information (OOC:/ Spellcraft +14, Knowledge (arcane) +14, Knowledge (the planes) +15, Knowledge (religion) +12).
While he waits Answulf tries to make Lyle more comfortable gesturing to one of the barmaids to bring a cushion he cradles his friends head in the arm of the chair
The pretty redheaded barmaid tucks the silver shield into the front of her dress and gives Answulf a wink, and then busies herself with clearing up the larger fragments; she then brings over a straw filled cushion. Upon seeing the platinum dragon the barkeep grumbles “well I suppose there’s no harm done” and begins to fill tankards with foaming ale.
Ulszom utters the incantation focusing on the stones, and discovers that the two picked by himself and Answulf no longer radiate magic, while the four that Lyle picked still have a faint magical aura of transmutation. He is aware that in rare occasions magical items are created with curses as traps (he has first-hand experience of this) or with restrictions and drawbacks, but that they are always notoriously difficult to identify. However Lyle’s behaviour seemed bizarre and his characteristic agility and toughness seem to have been much reduced. Ulszom ponders for a moment (Spellcraft), then the realisation hits Lyle has been cursed and more than once.
Ulszom sighs “I’m sure the temple should offer Lyle a frequent user’s discount.” Snatching up the gems he shrugs “Let’s get him to Brother Fabitor. I’ll take another look at these tomorrow and see if they are worth anything”.
Answulf sheathes his enormous Great sword then gently picks up his friend and follows Ulszom to St Gustav’s.
Can we unpick the Crimson Cult motif from the robe without destroying the enchantment? If we can Ulszom will wear it.
OOC: A Remove Curse costs 150gp and can be done that morning
After waiting in the queue of early morning petitioners Brother Fabitor greats you with a tired smile, “regular attendance at church is a sure guarantee of salvation, I’m glad to see that Lothian’s message is getting through.” He nods at Lyle, “or could it be that our small friend is in need of another blessing?”
He listens to Ulszom’s theory and agrees that Lyle may have been cursed, he offers to invoke Lothian’s power after he has finished his morning surgery. As you wait a precession of the faithful come to speak to Brother Fabitor, asking for advice and guidance on matters both spiritual and secular. However they are outnumbered by the bloody, battered and bruised delvers that all have ‘emergencies’. Some he deals with immediately, others he tells to return on the morrow. Once the last delver is dealt with he treats Lyle.
Answulf waits patiently while Ulszom blends into the nearby crowds keeping watch for any unwanted attention. After Brother Fabitor treats Lyle Answulf counts out 15 Platinum Dragons, pauses to check that Lyle is still unconscious, then adds another one “for the needy” giving Brother Fabitor a conspiratorial wink while tucking the pouch back into Lyle’s shirt…
Lyle stirs in his slumber and murmurs “no…no!
Lyles head moves swiftly from left to right and back again .. NO!! ..
Lyle sits bolt upright, shaking his whole body as if someone had just walked over his grave. Lyles says” whoa, that was a vivid dream"
Surveying his surroundings you see a look of panic cross Lyle’s face and his hand immediately bolts to his concealed money pouch deftly he squashes and squeezes the pouch and in seconds he has counted every last coin. “WHAT THE FU….” Lyles coughs and clears his throat and placing an over exuberant smile on his face he says" I mean morning brother I assume I had need of your service again, I am obliged of course" jumping down off of the table he had been placed on Lyle’s performs a swift flourishing bow and turns swiftly heading for the door with your keen hearing you just catch "mother fucking god bothering robbers worse than the fuc…mumble mumble " checking swiftly and confidant that the good brother did not over here you head for the door and after Lyle.