Everyday Life in Beachtown

[Bluehorse]

to be clear. Inviting Caleb to visit the natives not the dwarves!

[OGRE MAGE]

Okay, sounds good.

That's why I asked for clarification. It seems like there are differing ideas as to how this will work.

Are you planning on doing each of these visits separately then? If so, dwarves first or natives first?

[Urson]

Daisy
Ok, ya'll- this is turning into the kind of gaggle that the townsfolk take as us not being willing to make a decision. We'll go speak to the dwarfs tomorrow, and then head for the native's farmland. Daisy then takes it on herself to viasit everyone involved, and make sure they're on the same page.

If anyone dissents, she'll remind them; This is why ya'll voted to make me Mayor. Ah'm just doing the job Ah promised Ah would.

[OGRE MAGE]

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[SirOwen]

Jaxsen Reiter

Since Jaxsen has been running with no rest for about a day and a half, and will need all his wits for tomorrow's trip, he gets in his meditation and prayer time, careful to thank Queen Bralm for all the blessings, challenges and opportunities she has afforded him. He then runs through his fighting katas, performs his ritual bathing, and then returns to the common house for some sleep, ready to rise early.

Did he gather enough dry bamboo to start on the fence when he returns?

[OGRE MAGE]

Sure, but dont you mean if he returns?

[SirOwen]

Gotta keep that optimism flowing!!

[Darklin2]

Max

Max decides to stay in town and man the Hospital taking care of Drakkar. Getting him back to health and working on finding some more spells.

[Darklin2]

Max

Wonders back to his tent and begins to change into his everyday clothes. He gathers up his belt and puts his sling and stones in a pouch and his mace through his belt. Grabs the leather armor and heads down to the shore line to clean and wash his new Hol(e)y armor. Once there he uses sand and salt water to remove the blood stains and grim covering the leather. Returns to his tent and hangs it to dry. Then heads to the Clinic to see if there is anyone building on to it.

[OGRE MAGE]

Healing House action:

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[Quonundrum]

Andronichishche

Late in the evening on the 22nd of Goodmonth, Andronichishche stands at the shoreline just outside Beachtown, holding aloft a makeshift burning torch and a storybook with colorfully illustrated covers titled, The Princess and Her Prison. The latter written by a long dead medusa named Melania, imprisoned on the tiny island just off shore by the erstwhile lord of the islands, the enigmatic Wizard.

The story itself, written in medusae, is at best an exaggerated account of how the Wizard seduced Melania and after years of neglect imprisoned her in a cave to be rid of her complaints. At worst, the fanciful fabrication of a histrionic and narcissistic personality, a barely truthful story with a fragile framework of reality. Whatever the case, the book was the only remaining legacy of her life, her diary.

What is for certain though, Melania was taken from a place unlike any Andronichishche is aware of on Oerth. A single artifact was proof of this assertion. Tiny contact lenses, spectacles attached directly to the eyes. A gift by Melania to her mate, Marquees, a maedar the Wizard painstakingly searched to provide for her. The exceedingly rare male medusa does not naturally possess the petrification gaze of the female. Somehow, these strange lenses granted him this ability.

Were Melania and Marquees truly evil, or simply pawns and prisoners of the Wizard? He gazed at the illustration on the front cover for several moments, again feeling the sense of frustration over so many unanswered questions.

The book was perhaps of some value to a sage or collector. Andronichishche, however, felt it would be improper to shelve the private journal of a sentient being on a dusty bookcase, whatever her true nature. Therefore, holding the book perched by one corner on his fingers, he sets it aflame with the makeshift torch. As the burning pages reach his fingertips, he tosses the fiery book into the Azure sea, the final burial of the mysterious medusa.

[OGRE MAGE]

So good.

[Quonundrum]

Andronichishche

23rd - Morning of the 25th of Goodmonth

Over the last two days and with help from the other members of the Fellowship, Andronichishche completes magically mending the broken statue of Sir Crestbrook. The young, headstrong paladin who was recently turned to stone by the insane maedar, Marquees, and subsequently sundered by the enraged minotaur, Brutus. Sir Crestbrook had worn a holy symbol of Athena in remembrance of the unfortunate demise of its previous owner. A cleric of Athena named Cora. Brutus had chiseled the icon from the paladin's petrified torso to wear as a memento to the object of his infatuation.

The Fellowship's hope in restoring Sir Crestbrook to life now lay with a mysterious vial of magical pink powder, which Andronichishche had previously identified to possess the capability of reversing petrification if mixed with faerie tears. By chance or fortune, the vial was found with a tiny case used to store the strange contact lenses Melania had gifted to Marquees. The case contains a faerie tear solution that was used to preserve the lenses!

Unfortunately, precious little remains of the solution. Therefore, Andron decided to wait until Crestbrook's statue was mended before mixing it with the pink powder. In addition, his knowledge of the mixture's effect does not include how it should be properly administered. Taking the tiny case from Lerrick, Andron carefully pours in the pink powder and ever so gently swirls the solution until thoroughly blended.

After a quick prayer to his deity Rao, Andronichishche procures two medium size pearls from a belt pouch and utters the incantation to the Identify spell. Rotating the pearls about the case, he allows the magic to analyze the solution ...

Two 50 GP pearls deducted.

[ravenn4544]

Alordan now back in town is a little distracted by the fact that his new magical cabin didn't work when he tried it again. Completely unfamiliar with these types of things, he'll first try to activate the hut away from others the following day. Maybe it only works once a day? I can see that happening, ya know, open at the end of the day for tired travelers. Or those haunted by bugs and other crazy things in the jungle?

[Quonundrum]

Andronichishche

Warning: wall of text for spell research.

At dawn on the morning of the 26th of Goodmonth, Andronichishche arranged himself to sit in lotus position on the floor of his quaint rented shack. Mere days ago in the cave complex of the tiny offshore island, he encountered a paradox of nature. An indescribably black hole. A void of pure nothing that utterly entranced his mind, drawing his gaze into its unfathomable depths as his brain attempted to reconcile this rift in reality. It was only the timely assistance of his companions that wrested his attention away.

While staring into the inky abyss, however, his mind felt released, unconstrained from its physical limitations. He could see every neuron, every synapse, of his brain as if able to dissect it cell by cell. Gripped as he was by the anomaly in the floor, an abundant awareness was unleashed in his mind. The sudden possibilities evoked further seized his consciousness, but all sense of time and permanence were gone. Despite the intensity, he wasn't able to formulate a cohesive memory of the experience to easily understand how to manifest this sensation again.

In his studies at the temple of Rao in the city of Niola Dra, Andronichishche learned about an extremely rare and poorly understood phenomena known as psionics. Abilities possessed by those of extraordinary minds that can effect similar power as with spells, but exercised entirely from mental effort. No incantations, somatics, or materials of any kind! He was convinced if he could achieve the same state of consciousness experienced at the void, the application of a new magical construct he developed, called the Psionitropic Matrix, would be possible.

The Psionitropic Matrix

A psionitropic matrix is a pseudo psionic arcane interface that binds to the neurons of the caster's brain, enabling spell effects resembling true psionic abilities. Psionitropic magic is not in itself a distinct school of magic, but acts as a meta overlay to a traditional spell's foundation school (e.g. Psionitropic Divination).

Psionitropic spells typically require only a somatic component. This is comprised of precise finger placements on either side of the cranium to activate the neural axons utilized by a specific matrix. A direct interface into the language center of the brain provides an equivalent verbal component without true vocalization. Material components may be used to refine and amplify brain signals, provide an adjunct external matrix, or other ancillary and supporting functions.

Due to the innate instability and inefficiency of a Psionitropic-brain interface, an exceptional intellect and discipline of thought is essential to successfully establish a functional matrix. Intelligence and Wisdom ability scores of no less than 16 are required to cast psionitropic spells.

Before he could proceed further with his initial research into a Psionitropic spell, unlocking the method to achieve the required state of mind was essential. As dawn drifted to morning and the sun reached its apex to begin the descent west, Andron methodically cleared his mind of all distractions and focused his brain to filter extraneous stimuli. Essentially unlearning how his mind perceived the world to reach that basic level of awareness between consciousness and sleep. It was well past dusk when he finally succeeded. Although, any elation he felt was quickly overcome by a brief panic, as at that moment there was a sensation of being trapped within his skull, severed from his physical senses.

Fortunately, as he had experienced this before while staring into the void, he was prepared and able to slowly adapt himself to this new reality. The feeling was very much akin to controlling an automaton from the inside. Andronichishche was confident now that he could establish this state of mind fairly quickly, and so he proceeded with the next step. Somatic neural activation. Basically, the correct placement of his fingers to precise points on his head that will activate the mentally constructed Psionitropic matrix to activate the arcane energies for the desired effect.

This first matrix he developed is rather basic in its design. It adapts the principles of detection spells by tuning it directly to his sentience, allowing him to sense intelligent creatures nearby. Hearing the vibrations of thought, so to speak. He stops short of attempting to cast the spell as he is uncertain of its actual potency. He needs a sizeable group of people in close proximity to adequately gauge the effect. As luck would have it, he knows just the tree house ...

[OGRE MAGE]

Stand by for the results of Q's stuff. I will have to do all that in small bites when I can fit it in. Thanks!

[Quonundrum]

No problem! If anyone has plans that conflict with Andron's actions, or if something else crops up, I have no issues with retconning, delaying, or outright cancelling as needed.

[OGRE MAGE]

Excellent!

I will try to speed up the process as best I can, but pace flexibility from everyone will be greatly appreciated. (since the list is rather extensive)

[Quonundrum]

Andronichishche
Late Evening, 26th of Goodmonth

Just moving his spell research to a stopping point.

Andronichishche stood underneath the solitary large tree on the beach that serves as a foundation for Randall's tavern. Several feet above through the square cut opening into the tree house, Andron could hear the grog and rum fueled conversations, arguments, and revelries shared by the late night patrons. Although not at peak busy time, from the noise he estimated at least half of the tables were fully occupied.

Directly before him was a piece of parchment nailed to the trunk. A long list of names, some with short epitaphs memorializing those who lost their lives to the dangers of the island. He instantly recognized Maag's handwriting and atrocious spelling, wondering if someday he too will be listed among the fallen. Shaking the disturbing thought from his head, he begins to breath deeply, rhythmically, shifting his consciousness to the precipice of cognizance.

The canvas thus prepared, Andronichishche visualizes the specific psionitropic permutation to the desired matrix and mentally links key sections to neurons that will be somatically activated. He places a hand on either size of his head and temples, carefully positioning each digit to the correct neural axis. The preparations now complete, he infuses the matrix with arcane energy to cast the Empathia Cogitatus spell.

[Rex]

Tlachtga

Tlachtga swings by and lets Andron know she is going just outside of town to experiment with the Jade Dog. Then heads out side the town on the beach a short way.

She places the statuette on the sand, backs up 7 paces and says "Manalishi!"