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Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

The Cave of the Drifting Sands, Roh

The Cave

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Even with her elven eyes, Gwyneria couldn't find any traces of the trail. Nor could Mazur with all his experience and training. Cicero could, trained from long months of campaigning against the very foes they were up against now, along with the extremely lucky Ashe. And so, they lead on their way, with the other two following their guidance, the night sky still shining overhead.

It was as dawn started to send rosy fingers across the sky that they found the trail led them into the desert mountains. Their stony countenance provided shadows against the rising sun, allowing them to continue on their way along the trail. Only at the end did they find, seemingly nestled away from view, a looming cave, black and ominous with the sound of falling sand piercing through the silence. Gwyneria looked up around the cave and found...inscriptions, ornate gold pictographs and calligraphy shining through the sandy dust. She peered to see what she could make out and the most clear ones seemed to be images of a cave, an hourglass, and falling sand over the top of the doorframe. Then above that, was what appeared to be the unmistakable visage of a demonfolk.

She frowned, turning to Cicero and Mazur. "Would this be something our, query, would make?

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Gwyneria

Gwyneria looked to Cicero in concern. All this time, from his goofiest moments to his most reckless, he'd been carrying a burden like that on him. How did one man hold that sort of strength? Only at this moment was he obviously exhausted, weary beyond anything her young elven years could even attempt to understand. Not when she had grown up her life knowing that she and those around her would have a long time to go before having to worry about the specter of death. It only struck her then that in all likelihood, Cicero would die before her, whether by the sword or by the slow decay of time. And if they never cleared Cicero's name...

No. She took Cicero's hand, squeezing it closely. "If there's a curse, it can always be broken. If it's merely a pattern, the pattern can be altered." If, When Cicero faced death's specter, he would be at peace, free of the taint on his name and free of the violence that the others in his regiment had gone through. She'd make certain of that, no matter how many times she'd have to heal him from the brink or had to reconcile illogical 'luck' to the fundamental rules of magic she'd learned all her life. This she swore.

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Gwyneria

Power Decetion roll Fail

1d20 + 4 = 6, Fail

Gwyneria frowned as she watched her. What the heck was she doing? There was certainly magic connected with those dice. And yet, the feel of the magic wasn't familiar at all. "I don't know..." She finally replied to Cicero. She was determined though to find out...

Gathering Result Success

1d20 + 2 = 16

The dice were rolled and Gwyn suddenly found a curious bag among the flickering lights summoned. Frowning, she picked it up, looked inside, and found various herbs and spices, some she'd never even seen before. Perfect for helping with healing and for any cooking. She looked back from the bag up to the strange woman, fully perplexed. "How did you do this...? From the effects, it would appear to be some form of summoning magic, and yet one of Rister's fundamental rules of summoning is that one cannot summon what was does not know about...Were you already in the camp? If so though, why not just say you knew exactly what was there before the summons? No no, that doesn't work." Her brow furrowed more. "When would you have had the time to before now? ...Were the lights in the dice a form of scrying mirror? Did you scry the camp then summon what you saw? That's supposed to be a grand master technique though. How much training have you had?"

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Same here.

Had a couple that didn't finish.

Really would like to find one and see it through to the end.

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Gwyneria

Gwyn pursed her lips. If they waited, they might not be able to find them again. But if they went unprepared..."Wouldn't it be best to rest and prepare? Supplies are a necessity within the desert after all, so if we don't grab them, someone else may come and grab them for themselves." She then peered around a bit before looking back towards them. "Besides, if any of us need rest or healing..." She glanced over to Cicero suspiciously. She couldn't see anything obviously amiss, but given his track record, she would still suspect something. "Making sure to gather the supplies will allow a chance to take care of anything before it becomes too serious."

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Gwyneria pursed her lips, looking between Ashe and Cicero. "...You may call me Freda." Then extended out her hand. "We are glad that you were here. Have you been here long?"

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

That we will.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Gwyneria

Gwyn watched the stranger cautiously as she descended down the ladder, glad that they had had help (and more than a bit miffed with herself for missing that last throw) though still, curious about who this man was. Finally, she made it down, sizing him up more. "Well as they say, a friend in need is a friend indeed.." Her eyes then went to check Cicero over for any injuries before looking back at the stranger. "You trust your, other friend?

Perception on Cicero's injuries check

!1d20+1 (+2 for elven eyesight, -1 for nighttime vision) = 9

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Gwyn grinned triumphantly. Got them! Now to just help with the remaining six...At least Cicero seems to have found a friend. She powered up another fireball, looking for where she could aim. The light from the last one helped luminate where they were better, though the new friend made it a bit more of a gamble of how it could go. Time was of the essence here though. One more good fireball, then she could start saving her energy by shooting arrows. Taking careful aim, she let loose towards where the undeath were thickest.

Gwyn's attack roll

1d20 + 2 = 8