Kelewen

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It's still the same night.

We'll give @Severe Triage & @BKburke a little more time to reply to their threads. I always figure that people have other things going on during the weekend and might not have time to sit down and write a post.

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too late to join?

@manapool1

Not necessarily. :) Once we're done with the current island, we'll move on to the next. @Marcus XVI is going to GM that one.

So 3 options, I think.

1 - Your character has simply been on the ship during the current adventure.
2 - S/he's a resident of Avery's Isle.
3 - Work something out with Marcus XVI to introduce a new character on the next island.

1 & 2 would let you join in now if you're willing to skim the current story.

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Cedric nodded to Rockmar's suggestion that they return to the caves in the morning. "Yeah, I could use a few hours of sleep too. At least the beast shouldn't be back tonight."

"Alright," he said to Felmer, not paying enough attention to the man to catch the slightly strange behavior.

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As Felmer approaches the small door that leads to Father Beacom's private chamber, he would see the light of a candle flickering under the door...

When Father Beacom returned to his chamber, he set his candle on the nightstand and sat down heavily on the bed. He stayed there for a few moments, contemplating the visitors that he had just had before rising again and walking over to a bookshelf that contained his small library. It also contained a finely crafted chest, decorated with silver and gold. He opened the chest so that he could gaze upon the spiked head of a war hammer laid upon a pillow of velvet within. It's shaft was long since gone, but the unmistakeable scales of justice had been inscribed upon the side. The thought of it in the hands of such that held no regard for the goddess was almost unthinkable!

After a few moments, he closed the lid again and locked the beautiful box, then carefully slid the key back into its hiding spot. With a sigh, he climbed back into bed and blew out the candle.

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@BKburke That ledge is where the ghoul came from. But from the floor Jason and Sara could not see above it.

Long moments of silence pass...

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I think Cedric didn't quite understand the point Tarquin was trying to make ^^;;

@Marcus XVI

Quite possibly. He's sleep deprived. ;)

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"Seems so," the swordsman replied carefully, having very little desire to engage further in this conversation with the elf. What did he think... if a troll came strolling down the center of the street that people should wait and see if it just wanted to exchange "good mornings"? After all... there might be a good troll out there somewhere.

Besides, from Cedric's point of view, Tarquin had shown his true form only in attempt to intimidate the priest... that fear had been exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for.

"I'll go find him," he said, taking the excuse to head back into the chapel. "Rockmar?" he said, loudly enough that he hoped Felmer would hear, "We're headed back to the great hall. You ready?"

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"Whichever," Father Beacom answered after only a moment's thought, "you believe will truly be best for your friend. Now, think on what you have learned. I must bid you goodnight." The stodgy priest stifled a yawn and started heading toward the small door to the left.

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In this chamber, Jason's cantrip would reveal a only a faint remnant of a protection spell coming from the spiraled runes on the large doors. Although the old magic is nearly gone, the doors themselves would still be nearly impossible to move. They have been set in the ground and then weighted from above, effectively sealing the passage for all of eternity.

Further inspection of the chamber reveals a handful of twigs near the southern entrance (where Jason & Sara entered) that appear to have fallen off the ledge just above the doorway. From their current vantage, they cannot see above that ledge.

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Cedric sighed, a bit disappointed. "A problem for tomorrow, I guess." He yawned, the events of the day catching up with him. "Think I should rescue Rockmar from the good priest before heading to bed?"

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"Once more than a few go bad, the whole batch is usually rotten," Cedric thought to himself, not ready to just let his guard down around Tarquin just because he claimed to be a "good" drow. But he also figured that if Tarquin had a reason to want him dead, he probably wouldn't still be breathing, let alone chatting about rotten apples.

"I don't know, but can't blame folk for being a little leery." He jerked his chin back toward the chapel. "Rockmar's getting a lecture about the virtues of Justicia and I think that other chap... Felmer... is still poking around in the basement. You think Father Beacom knows where that hammer is?"

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Oh! Sorry about missing that in my post... The spell seemed to have no effect on the serpent.