Silvanost - Consequences

14 Newkolt 349 AC

AT THE ABANDONED TEMPLE OF KIRI-JOLITH

Shadow says to Grotto “Nicely done” when shown the hole in the door.  “Tell me about our path ahead?”

Grotto tells Shadow about the traps and the layout of the tomb. He takes him to the room where he heard the voice and obtained the horn, the room where he fought the slug, the murals, then finally where the preserved lays.

Shadow listens as Grotto explains what the layout of the tomb is and what dangers are ahead. He peers inside and his eyes appear to glow as scans the path with Arcane Sight as they go.

When they finally reach the preserved elven warrior, Shadow's mystic vision reveals an aura of Transmutation magic that seems to hold the effects of the passage of time at bay. The corpse is still, in fact, decomposing, albeit at an unbelievably slow rate and aside from having been disturbed by Grotto stripping it of its armor and other possessions, seems intact.

“Show me what you found and exactly where it was, my friend. And where were you when you first started hearing the Voice?” the drow asks. Grotto takes Shadow to where he found the horn and repeats what the mysterious voice said to him, "Do you swear to fight evil? Will you combat injustice? Will you mend the rift between the peoples of this world and show them the true path of brotherhood?"

When the pair reach the altar, nothing happens... no voice, no sense of an otherworldly entity, just an empty altar where the bison horn once sat.

Shadow looks at the altar and thinks for a minute, “Grotto give me the horn. I want to try something.” Shadow replaces the horn back to see if anything happens, but nothing seems to.

When the two adventurers finally emerge from the tomb and return to Councilor Summerwalker's warehouse, they discover a contingent of armed guards dressed in royal livery waiting for them. The leader, an elven warrior in plate armor, addresses them, "Grotto Grimmbeard and Shadow, by order of the Speaker of the Stars, you are under arrest. Surrender your weapons and come with us."

AT THE GRIFFON AERIE

Kysek nods to the Wing Sergeant. “Let’s go to Elowen for our fitting. This saddle better not detract from your majestic beauty! While our sheer power together will strike fear into the Dragonarmies; looking elegant doing it makes that much more of a statement.”, the gold elf thief turned mage states only half jokingly to his new ‘friend’. As he speaks; he runs his fingers under Dusk’s chin and almost tickles her on the soft spot just before her throat. “We’re going to look good decimating armies!”

Ra’ziir nods in agreement and will make his way with Kysek to see Elowyn.

The next hour sees both elves and their griffons measured by Elowen. She takes a cord with knots tied every inch and measures the animals' chests, ribs, shoulder joints for the wings, Ra'ziir and Kysek's thighs, waists, and feet. She asks what weapons they prefer, if they are spellcaster, whether or not they commonly employ wands, staves, or rods, their handedness, preferred colors and ornamentation, writing down every scrap of information they provide before dismissing them.

"I will have the roughs completed in a few days. Do try to not gain or lose too much weight, it will throw off the fit of the harness that keeps you in the saddle. I will send word when I am ready for you."

Once complete; Kysek asks Dusk, “Shall we walk back to your stall? Not as two; but as one? We should get a feel for this to start; right? What do you think my friend?” as he places his right hand upon Dusk's left cheek. Dusk settles to the ground, assuming the "loaf" position common to cats, looks at Kysek, and then over her shoulder.

Kysek looks Dusk in the eye; gently places his right hand upon her beak. He bows slightly as a show of respect for his new mount. He climbs into riding position and secures himself in place. “Thank you M’Lady. Let’s show them all just how good we look!”, the elf states; a beaming smile upon his face.

Once they arrive back at Dusk's stall, they await further instruction from the Wing Sergeant.

BACK AT LORRAINE'S

Romulus settles in to an office that has, for the most part, been left vacant following the pending move to the civic building. He spends several hours cleansing the auras of the magical items that have been gathered during the party's adventures in his absence. He roots through his pouches and collects a number of small pearls and borrows a mortar and pestle and grinds each of the small gems into powder. Once that is complete, he takes a bottle of wine, pours several glasses and mixes the powder into each, using a separate owl feather to stir each. Once all of that is accomplished, he starts drinking, downing one glass for each item to be identified and making notes for each. By the time he is done, he is well into his cups as it were. Knowing that he is going to be feeling the aftereffects later, he makes his way to the kitchen and cooks a steak in butter, puts on some wet socks, and retires for the remainder of the evening.

IN THE OLD CIVIC BUILDING

After his fitting, Ra’ziir makes his way over to check on the civic building. A "daycare" has been opened for the city workers tasked with the renovation project. Alara has somehow ended up in charge of the three elves from House Servitor who have been reassigned to watch the kids. Ra’ziir stops along the way to pick up some toys and food for them.The clearing of the tunnels that link one building to the next continues to progress and the first barracks is beginning to take shape.