Rosie dawn spread across the Caucus mountains bathing the Heart of Oak in a pink light. Miroslav as always was awake well before the break of day. He waits on deck for a few moments than grabs his axe and slams the haft down of the deck of the ship several times to make sure everyone is awake.

"We are headed for shore soon and will begin the process of getting our comrade back with us...I ask you all...who is coming?"

A'kos is awake when Miroslav bangs the deck.  Shrugging he grins, "I'll go...though someone will have to watch my horse."

Loukas rises and scratching his beard he raises a brow at A'kos's comment about his horse, "I am going as well. I do not need a horse, but would be happy if whomever would have watched mine would mind A'kos's mount. Would hate to think what would happen if the dear man was unable to focus on the matter at hand.... I can imagine him fainting on the battle field already upon learning the poor beast has an upset tummy or some other discomfort."

 Barmk bestirs himself; for, given a chance, he's sleep until noon or later and prowl at night. I'll go; my skills may be needed.

"Hmph," mutters A'kos.  "You've yet to see me charge afield upon Storm's back...else you'd understand my angst."

"Busy memorizing spells over here."

I'll pick my list for today soon.

In reply to A'kos, the Falcon (msg #5):

Grinning, "Come now, A'kos, you know I was teasing. I have seen you upon Storm in battle and have an appreciation for the ferocity of your combined might."

"I don't think I would miss this for the world!"

Cuivi rises with the sun. He definitely feels his age this morning. Once this quest is over he wants to settle someplace for a while and worry about his own health and well being for a change.

"I am not Sir Jean's biggest fan but no one deserves to be taken by something like that."

Turning to Balthazar,
"I am not sure I understand this cube of your. You speak of pressing a side and something happens, what happens? Does a door open or does something get pulled through or what?"

"There was a child involved who discovered the cube's properties," growls A'kos.  "Pyotr, or some such.  He paid for his involvement after accidentally releasing the hellspawn Basrakan.  Seems to be a door of sorts to other," struggling a moment the Falcon finally settles on, "realms."

Nodding toward Balthazar and Dyanna he finishes, "They've been the item's wardens since then."

Loukas rubs his eyes and stands smiling resignedly, "Well, Cuivi, technically Sir Jean does deserve to have been captured by Basrakan. However, that is because when Pytor released the Efreet Lord, Sir Jean used its offer of wishes to send him back from where he had come. In doing so, it should be added, the Frank also healed hundreds of sick and wounded civilians and soldiers. Not only a clever act, but one of great wisdom.

"In other words, one completely different from that which got him into the position he in right now, though Basrakan has certainly been awaiting him to be vulnerable since that day, what, two years ago or more?"

"The cube apparently permits one to access different realms..."

Looking around at the group, "Am I correct in remembering that the realm Baskaran had been sent to was a frozen one? If I am, this means that he has since escaped from whomever had entrapped him. It seems most likely that we shall be visiting the realm of elemental fire..."

"Likely, aye," nods A'kos, seeing to his gear, his weapons and such.  "Let me know when we're ready; seems I've been adrift upon this floating log (no offense, Miro) since the dawn of time!  I chafe at the inactivity!"

Loukas laughs at A'kos's "log" comment, "Better log than branches, my friend. I too am ready whenever our spell casters are. Until then I shall stretch and practice."

Giving Magyar an appraising glance as he nonchalantly stretches his hands and fingers, "Perhaps you would care to spar with me a bit, warrior, while our friends prepare themselves? Maybe I could teach you a trick or two I have learned from Master Zmija and my brethren of Volos that you might use the next brawl?
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"Ha!  I know too well the tricks of your ilk, Loukas!  I'll not have you tilt me on my backside in front of the women!  Though the calisthenics you run through are intriguing to me - what use are such exercises?"

Loukas shrugs, "They are of no use if one does not intend to be nimble. Come over here and I will show you something that will help you keep yourself prepared for whatever might occur..."

He begins to lead the warrior to a place where he might show the exercises off to the warrior, "Whenever it might occur."

He then begins showing A'kos some of the basic exercises he has learned.

Its something to do, and truth is that A'kos found muscles stretching he'd scarcely used in many a year.  Legs warped from too many hours in a saddle, arms and back sculpted by the weight of blade and armor, still there were many strange twitches and strains the longer they went on beneath the sun bronzed skin of the Magyar.  Finally, some hour into the regimen A'kos laughed and halted; heaving to his feet rubbed his hammies deeply.

"Enough, enough, friend Loukas!" he cried with a mock grimace.  "My arse will ride even more sore for these exercises you would teach me!  You'll find me not so willing a pupil next time, eh?"

Turning then, he called back to Jaleh.

"Some wine, woman, then your gentle ministrations!"

Chuckling, he waved a friendly hand toward Loukas and headed back toward the ship.

It had been a good work out for A'kos is a hardy warrior at his peak even if he is unused to the exercises Loukas put him through. Nevertheless, he could not help but make some sort of jest. Stepping back, "Right. Let it be known that Loukas the Greek sent A'kos the Magyar crying into the arms of his woman!"

Barmak calls out While you stand there all alone!

"Ha!"

In fine spirits A'kos settled next to Jaleh and awaited the others to finish what they may before the group set off to find Sir Jean.

Loukas pauses when Barmak speaks then turns to him with fake-confused look upon his face, "Yes? Well, better singular in victory than together in defeat, I think."

Grinning wryly, he wraps his sheep lined cow-hide cloak around himself, has a bit of wine from one skin and a lot of water from another and settles into a comfortable place on the beach. Bringing out a beautiful small, gem encrusted silver medal with Volos's symbols inscribed upon it and meditates until it is time to finally depart.
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Dyanna watches the exploits of the men for a few moment with a smile laying across her full lips. She then Answers Cuivi,

"I was with Balthazar for most of the experimentation and research on the cube. When you press on a side it opens up a gateway to another world. It would seem that we will have to enter the elemental plane of fire and search for the abode of Basrakan and fetch Jean, or even buy him back perhaps."

Miroslav nods his shaggy head at Dyanna and says..."Then it is to Hell we travel then!"

He looks at the crew and counts out those who are coming..."Balthazar, A'Kos, Loukas, Barmak, Dyanna, Cuivi and myself. I will leave the ship in the capable hands of Oleg while we are gone."

Raising an eyebrow in the direction of Jaleh he asks..."Will you be joining us my lady?"

A'kos awaits her answer, his eyebrow raised in a modicum of interest...though his eyes reveal more intent than, perhaps, he would wish to show.

"Alright, I am ready" says Balthazar as he rises to his feet.  "I have prepared two strength spells today.  Who would like this buff cast on him or her?   It is most effective when given to a warrior.  It takes 10 minutes to cast, but will last for 8 hours."
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"Mmm," says A'kos suspiciously.  "What affect should such a dweomer have upon me?"

"Makes you stronger.  Big shocker, I know."

"Hells yes, I'll be coming." Jaleh called back to Miro. She then added with a short laugh, "You don't think I'd trust my man out on his own do you!"

Miroslav smiles at Jaleh..."Tis good! I for one did not want to have to keep my eye on the Magyar just in case something ill befell him. Facing a womans wrath is beyond my scale of bravery."

He then jangles his own iron gauntlets and says..."I have my own buff as you call it, best use the spell on A'kos and perhaps Barmak? A little more strength behind that curved blade of his could go a long way in our favor...but that is up to you and Barmak."

Balthazar steps up to A'kos and after chanting for 10 minutes, lays his hands on his arms.  Assuming A'kos is one of the fighting classes, he gets:

20:44, Today: Balthazar the Hedonite rolled 2 using 1d8. strength on A'kos.

Yeah, kind of a crap roll.  If you're already in the 18 percentile strength zone, that's 20%.  Does this help?  I can blow the second spell on you as well if you think it would put you over the top.

Dyanna watches with interest as Balthazar casts the lengthy spell on A'Kos. "I think you should cast it upon him a second time. I would like to watch it not only cast but see how it is affected multiple times upon the same subject."

Dyanna continues to watch intently as if she were taking notes on all of the Hedonites actions.

DM: I'm assuming that Balthazar is aware if multiple castings can be effective or not?  The spell description doesn't say you can't, but you're the DM, and if you don't want to allow that, I understand.  A'kos so far has improved by +2 to damage.

Balthazar turns to Barmak, "Before I put this on A'kos a second time, I'd like to hear from you."
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Miroslav watches nearly with the intent of Dyanna..."I would agree with Dyanna, make A'Kos as strong as a bull but yes hear from Barmak first."

The lightly built man replies As you know, I'm probably the weakest among you...relying on my dexterity and guile. It might do more good to embue me with more strength....but, what then? I know what is to have such strength...I may forget myself or long to have such strength always...and covet it. I think the spell had best be cast on somebody else.

Loukas awaits the negotiations and explanations. He is not particularly interested in the blessings the spell would impart, but it seems that any warrior who would use a blade might benefit from it. For himself he knows that such a bonus would not help his hands and he looks forward to using them sooner rather than later when they confront the Efreet.

A'kos smiles at the rush of strength that imbues his body; flexing his hands he nods appreciatively at the puissant magic.

"I think, mage, that this is just fine," he says, nodding toward Barmak.  "Let our nimble friend over add strength to his repertoire.  Of course, should he object I'll not argue another dose!"

Grinning, he flexes his muscles and draws his blade, giving a few practice swings and twirls for affect.

Jaleh hung around nearby watching A'kos flex appreciatively.

Barmak looks at A'Kos for what seems a long time and sighs. You have spoken. It may be that I'll need to be stronger...I hope I'm strong enough to deal with myself when the spell wears off. Balthazar, if you please....

Unsure of what the man was speaking of, A'kos turns his attention back to Jaleh and smiles lewdly.

"If you got the place I got the time!" he laughs.

Good, then I get to disregard the second (lame) roll on A'kos.

Balthazar switches focus to Barmak, and assuming you're of the fighter class (so I roll a d8):

21:28, Today: Balthazar the Hedonite rolled 4 using 1d8. strength on Barmak.

Okay, that's 4 points.  So, for instance, if your normal strength is 15, that puts you at 15 -> 16 -> 17 -> 18/01 -> 18/11.




Heh, I can't stand that rule.  Str and Dex should aid a monk.
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PM

In that case ...

06:40, Today: Balthazar the Hedonite rolled 1 using 1d6. correct die for strength on Barmak.

bleh.  The die roller hates me.

Alright, let's move on.  The cube has 6 faces.  In a big grassy area, Balthazar assembles the party.  He has previously marked each of the surfaces of the cube using his wizard mark spell, numbering them 1 through 6.  Number 1 is his best guess as to which surface Pyotr originally pressed.  Balthazar presses it.

Balthazar is rewarded for his best guess by a rush of hot wind and a reddish glow as a door sized portal opens before him. Through the door a red tinted desert landscape can be seen. The air that gushes through the opening is easily 100 degrees F.

Small desert scrub brush and cacti dot the rocky landscape but there does seem to be a paved road not too far off that leads into some rocky hills.

"Mmm, perhaps a pack horse laden with water would serve us well?" asks A'kos, feeling the heat even from several feet away.  "Also, lighter clothing and other hot weather gear?"

"Kiln weather gear more like it," Jaleh commented after looking through the gate. "Or maybe just a nice roasting spit for each of us, that goes a little beyond hot weather. Got anything to protect us from the heat?" she asked Balthazar.

To A'kos she whispers, "You find the place and I'll show you what I've got."

Loukas nods in agreement, "Yes, the Plane of Fire seems to be rather warm. Let us each bring enough water for several days -- you may bring your mount if you wish, but I am uncertain how welcome beasts might find this place as it is going to be much different than our plane regardless of the temperature."

"Wind is no pack animal," A'kos states a touch coldly.

Barmak feels but little different. You did cast the spell? Strange...I just felt a little something.

He looks out on the landscape. As much water as we can carry, and salt too. Otherwise we'll die from sweating. Some of my homeland is like this. We need cloth we can somewhat see through to protect our eyes and take turns wearing it.

Dyanna begins stripping down to her under garments. Once barely clad she throws her Cloak of the Arachnid over her shoulders and her bandoleer filled with spell components. Her leather armor and arrows are packed in her backpack and her long bow is in her left hand.

"So who will be the first to step through? Oh and i suggest we leave our mounts behind and just take a pack animal as A'Kos has suggested. We don't know how easy it will be to find water for ourselves, imagine having to find water for half a dozen horses!""

Miroslav steps forward ready to go through the portal. He has stripped off his banded armor and stands in a simple cloth tunic holding his axe and a shield from the stores of the Heart of Oak, His seax hangs from his belt. His soft low boots protect his feet from the sand..."I will go first..." he says as he steps through the portal.

Oleg is already laying full water skins across the back of one of the extra horses. it should be ready to go in a moment.

A'kos appreciates Dyanna's efforts, with a look of feigned innocence in Jaleh's direction.  Then he too doffs what he can - though he does not strip down as much as the others.

"Cloth absorbs sweat," he says to the others, following behind.  "I'll not go unarmored to this hellish realm."

Loukas strips down to undergarments and tunic that he wraps around his shoulders that he might use to shade his head and eyes later. Of his gear he keeps only a ring, his Claws of the Spider, his short bow and arrows, a dagger, and a large satchel with food a few other odds and ends. Finally he takes two water skins and follows Miroslav, "Out of the pan into the fire, my friends!"

Cuivi always looks sweaty and uncomfortable but he keeps his hide armor and all of his belongings with him as he steps through the portal.

Watching the others and listening, Jaleh shook her head slowly. She knew she had missed something along the way. "Somebody please explain to me why you all feel like walking into an oven. Is it some sudden desire to be roasted like a prize hen? The land is burning in places. If the knight went in there he's likely burnt to a cinder for pity's sake!"

"'Tis an opportunity for our legend to grow, little one," grinned A'kos.  "Come, your adventure awaits."

And sometimes the needs of the one outweigh the caution of the many. Besides, why live if not to be foolish at times?

Barmak, with salt and a full waterskin, waits to go in last.

"An opportunity for our skin to be scalded raw you mean," she corrected A'kos. Yet, despite her protests, Jaleh followed on.

Balthazar follows on without his mount, worried privately that the way back may be harder.

See my last post in the OOC thread for a dissertation on how I misread the strength spell; it's even better than I realized!

14:26, Today: Balthazar the Hedonite rolled 77 using 1d100. percent strength for A'kos.

So Balthazar boosts A'kos to 77 + 10 = 18/87, good for +2 to hit +4 to damage.

Balthazar will reserve a spell slot on a daily basis for A'kos from now on.

"Grrr," growls A'kos, flexing his muscles in Ah'nold like fashion.

"Mew," goes Barmak, flexing what one hesitates to call muscles in day-old kitten fashion.

The hot air blasts your face as you all walk through the portal, Miroslav in the lead with Barmak coming through last.

For those of you who have been to the desert, this is pretty much what you are used to but the sky is red. Hot as can be but not humid.

Now that you are through you can see much more of the landscape and the paved road. The road itself leads to a fortress that looks to be made of some sort of red metal...it lies to the east only about a half of a mile away.

Dyanna points at the fortress,
"Could we be so lucky that this is the place where Jean is being held?"

"'Lucky' is a relative term... That fortress is certainly the most obvious place to look, though."

Then let's go there with all deliberate speed. Who knows? Maybe we can just walk in, retrieve Sir Jean, and walk out.

Miroslav smiles at Barmak..."Has anything ever been easy? I do agree though, let us head to yonder fortress and hope Basrakan not only lives there but is not expecting company."

The broad-shouldered Rus begins walking towards the fortress. It should only take a few minutes to gain the cover of the rocks near by.

 "When you consider that when Pyotr opened this gate earlier, Basrakan came right out.  Therefore, I can almost guarantee that this fortress is indeed his abode.  Now to see what state Sir Jean is in."

Balthazar casts invisibility, protection from evil, and fly.  He tells the party that he is going ahead to scout but not to wait for his return.  He concludes, "Ideally, you keep Baskrakan occupied and one of my two charm spells works.  Then we bring the big fire guy back with us to help summon Phasis."

Balthazar flies off to inspect the fortress.
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Don't know I'd bother trying to conceal our approach. We'll be spotted anyway. If we stroll in, whatever's there may think we have a right to do so.

A'kos says nothing, but does keep an eye out, glancing in all directions.

The wizard spoke, dissappeared, and departed so quickly that Loukas hardly had time to speak. He continued walking stretching his taut, lithe shoulders and arms with a certain impatience as did so, "How would the Efreet help us summon Phasis?

"Whatever the case, this is going to be interesting."

Jaleh takes a spot next to A'kos and looks out as well.

Dyanna watches the spot where Balthazar vanished and says to Loukas,

"Never try an understand a wizard my friend. I myself practice the related arts of illusion and cannot make head or tails out of Balthazar's plans. Just have faith that he knows what he is doing."

She tries to look like she believes her own words but cannot hide the nervous expression on her face.

Within 10 minute the party finds itself outside the fortress near the rocks which provide next to no cover.

The fortress looks to be made of some sort of red iron. It is relatively small and it looks to be beyond solidly built. The windows are high and too small from entrance. The gate is also made of the same material as the walls. THe roof is gabled and there does not seem to be a flat surface to land on.

"Do we knock? Doing so would give Balthazar a diversion."
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"Looks like only one way in r out. I don't like it, but then I haven't liked much of anything about this entire mission."

Barmak looks for a knocker or equivalent.

In the center of the red iron door is a knocker in the shape of a goats head.

Miroslav nods and shrugs his broad shoulders at Barmak.

Barmak walks up, no weapon in hand, and raps the knocker.

Jaleh moved up beside Barmak and told him, "Let me hace a look at it before you swat at it any more." That said, Jaleh proceeded to lean forward and have a closer look at the knocker.

DM, You'll have to roll for me, I don't have me chance down and can't find my book.

Jaleh manages to get a quick look at the door while Barmak uses the knocker...she sees nothing out of the ordinary or better put, she sees nothing dangerous.

The door reverberates from the knocking. The sound seems to fill the air outside the fortress, one can only imagine what it sounds like inside.

After a moment the door slowly begins to open and on the other side stands the fiery form of Basrakan.

"I have been expecting you." he says with a grin.

He holds the door open and says..."Won't you come in?"

The interior of the building looks just about like any other small keep you have seen before.

Jaleh looks at the rest of the group then moves back over by A'kos. "Well, you all were so hot to come here. There you go."

Loukas follows the party in warily, and does not speak.
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In the absence of immediate hostilities by the devil Basrakan, and in lieu of any better ideas, AND before anyone enters, A'kos says, "You know why we've come.  What game is it you play and where is Sir Jean?"

Barmak looks at A'kos in admiration, for he has shown what forthrightness really is.

In his hiding spot, Balthazar awaits Basrakan's reply.

Basrakan looks down on A'kos and smiles broadly..."My game was with the Frank. I know of your cube and knew it would only be a matter of time before you showed up here at my doorstep. You were faster that I had anticipated. As for where the Frank is..."

Basrakan turns and points into the keep. Through the doorway you all can see Jean's arrow ridden body lying on the floor just behind the lord of the manor. "I am afraid he did not make the journey here...the Amazon's got to him before I could. I had hoped that I could heal then torture him but the pleasure has been denied me. I could feel shis hearts last beats but could not seal the deal before he passed."

Charm monster.

OOC: This guy grants wishes.  We need a wish to restore Sir Jean.

Basrakan stops moving for an instant and his expression goes from friendly (if evil) to infuriated. "One of you has just tried to work your feeble magic upon me!"

He steps back and looks at the party menacingly. His eyes scan your faces and he says..."Where is the one you call the Hedonite? Does he hide and try to enchant me?"
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After a quick rummage into her bandoleer, Dyanna steps forth.

"It is such a shame that you have lost your enemy without even getting a chance to injure him in anyway. Why not grant me a wish and I will  wish him back to life so you can torture him for a bit?"

Suggestion

Basrakan scowls at Dyanna when she begins to speak but looks to warm to her idea rapidly. By the time she is done talking he is grinning. He looks to her and says..."You have one wish...use it wisely."

Dyanna pauses for a moment before speaking. It is clear that the idea of having a wish granted to her has brought on some thoughts and ideas she may have not had a few moments ago. She shakes her head to clear the haze and speaks,

"My wish, I would have Sir Jean restored to life in perfect health here before us."

"Do we each get a wish?" Jaleh asked selfishly.

Loukas watches intently. If Basrakan makes an aggressive move he will be ready...

Balthazar awaits the return of Sir Jean, and is ready to try his luck with a second charm monster the moment Basrakan finishes.  Second time's the charm!
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Basrakan bows deeply in the direction of Dyanna then waves his hand in the direction of Jeans wracked body. One by one the arrows fall from the corpse and the wounds mend. Within a few seconds Jean is standing, looking about himself in confusion.

Basrakan flashes an evil grin in the Franks direction but is interrupted by something..."Again...who is trying to charm me?!" he screams.

Jaleh held up both hands in front of her. "Not me, not me! I was just asking a question. I know nothing."

Balthazar is going to get us killed and if he gets us killed, Sir Jean's next death is going to be rather more brutal than the last one.

Stepping forward Loukas bows, "Forgive us Lord Basrakan, but it was not myself, nor none of us whom stand before you. Is it not obvious that none of us standing here could be? Perhaps you have other enemies who might attempt such foolishness?

We have told you why we have come and now we will leave with our friend having be brought back by your great power."

Basrakan throws his head back and howls with rage..."No one is leaving! I have unfinished business with...HIM!" he bellows as he points a red finger at the confused Jean.

In a calm voice Loukas stands, arms crossed, and asks, "As do we. So, where do we go from here? You know whom we are do you not?

"We have dealt with the Baba Yaga, destroyed he who called himself Vikhor, and are quite willing to let all of this roll off our hides like rain off a cow's hide if we may leave with Sir Jean."
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Grown annoyed with the party's parlay and the efreet's posturing, A'kos draws his weapon and attacks suddenly and without warning.

"Die, fell demon!" he cries, and his sword swings mightily and flashes blue in the heat of the elemental plane of fire.

20:03, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 6 using 1d12+5. Damage to the Big Ugly.
20:03, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 15 using 1d20+5. To Hit the Big Ugly.

OOC: Ah, good times!

Before, and even as A'kos is attacking, Barmak is saying, pleasantly and loudly, Hey, let's talk this all over before things go too far—OH NO!

OOC: Too early my friend!  Basrakan is still in the doorway, now he'll just slam the door shut, with Jean inside.

Balthazar yells, "Jean! Run out of there!"
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OOC: My attack was sudden and swift as the Falcon - he'll have no time to close the door...or so I hope!  LOL!

Rather than follow Balthazar's sound advice, Jean follows the Falcon's lead and draws Coffin Nail from it's sheath. The blade shimmers with frost as he raises it over head running towards his greatest enemy.

Even though he is thoroughly confused as to how he and his friends got here, he knows that he must strike and he must strike hard!

09:32, Today: Sir Jean D'Arzillieres rolled 22 using 1d8+14.
09:31, Today: Sir Jean D'Arzillieres rolled 27 using 1d20+10. Attack.

Such much for tactics and strategy

When A'kos charges Loukas moves, but does so with the intent to strike from the side or even behind if possible. He is using his natural speed to flank and give the Efreet Lord a flying kick to the shin.

Dyanna remains outside but sets arrow to string and lets fly a quick volley through the doorway at Basrakan.

11:01, Today: Dyanna. rolled 10 using 1d20+3.
10:59, Today: Dyanna. rolled 7 using 1d6+1.
10:59, Today: Dyanna. rolled 14 using 1d20+3.

Herself surprised by the attack, Jaleh hopes that Basrakan is as well and tries to slip past the melee.

Cuivi stands outside the door neat Dyanna, he hold his prayer beads in his hands and has his eyes closed. He knows his role is no one of combat but he must be prepared to deal with the aftermath.

His lips move soundlessly as he sways back and forth in prayer.

Basrakan is taken by total surprise as A'kos rushes in and lands a cut to his torso. Jean follows from behind and also lands a heavy cut with his frost brand. The cut does not bleed liquid, instead it freezes open.

THe battle falls away from the door and back into the chamber at this point.

Dyanna's volley or arrows fail to hit their mark, one hits but harmlessly bounces off. Both Jaleh and Loukas rush into the doorway, Jaleh makes her way behind the Efreeti while Loukas launches himself and his feet at the leg of the huge Basrakan. The creature winces slightly and looks down at Loukas with a scowl. Last through the doorway is Miroslav wheeling his axe high overhead. It crashes down into the Efreeti's leg near where Loukas had just attacked him.

Basrakan is bloodied and battered but still powerful in his own home. He quickly raises a hand and point in the air right before his face an bellows "FIRE!"

A fireball explodes filling the room with flame. Only those who came through the door are in the blast radius.
I am going to need everyone to roll a d20 save versus spell. I will allow you to use your wisdom or dexterity bonus for this one. This is a huge blast...good luck:)

Glad he's not in the room and hoping that everyone lives, Balthazar flies over to about 80 feet away from the fortress, but in line so that he can see through the door.  After the blast clears, he fires 4 magic missiles at Basrakan.

12:41, Today: Balthazar the Hedonite rolled 12 using 4d4+4. magic missile damage.

I never said Barmak went in the door, but I rolled a 1. Barmak dies. (He doesn't have enough HP to take even 1/2 damage.

I wouldn't worry, I think the DM meant "everyone in the blast radius roll a save".  Barmak, Balthazar, Dyanna, and Cuivi should be unaffected.  Jaleh, on the other hand, I am worried about ...
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In reply to Nestor (msg #109):

OOC: Using my Dex bonus I rolled 22 using 1d20+4 ((18)) -- I also realized after rolling that I've got a +2 vs. Fire and Lightening, so this is actually 24. Whew!!!

It was gratifying when his kick landed and Loukas whips around using the momentum as his attack in his attempt to avoid Basrakan's fiery attack and follows it with two quick punches in response.

Barmak is stils outdoors, he may get a sunburn but that is about it:)

But I still rolled a 1, so...

The experience of the fireball, though it didn't incinerate him, still caused...an inconvenience.

Being a son of the desert, Barmak knew what to do. He goes around the corner where it's private and sandy. Soon enough, he reappears, composed once more...that is, as composed as one can be in the situation.

PM:


A'kos screams in pain and rage as he is engulfed in flame...once the flame clears he presses forward to attack again.

20:34, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 11 using 1d12+5 with rolls of 6. dmg 2.
20:34, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 7 using 1d12+5 with rolls of 2. dmg 1.
20:34, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 11 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 6. to hit2.
20:34, Today: A'kos, the Falcon rolled 17 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 12. to hit1.

:Sorry I was not clear...Jaleh did manage to sneak into the room. I took the liberty of rolling her save, she made it but still takes 25 hit points of damage. Loukas takes the same even with a save.

Miroslav completely fails to see the impending doom of the fireball and takes a full dose of the flame, luckily he is a tough bastard. Both Loukas and Jaleh manage to roll to some cover but are both burned fairly bad.

Both Jean and A'Kos wear a ring of fire protection and it shows. Even though both take the full blast, their injuries are minor compared to the Big Rus.

As soon as the blast finishes the magic missile attack of Balthazar staggers the Efreeti through the large door. Two strikes by Loukas followed by a heavy attack from A'Kos sends Basrakan to the floor. The efreeti who has been the sworn enemy of the party looks to be dead on his home plane in his own home.

Dyanna walks through the doorway and approaches the lifeless for of Basrakan. She prods it with the end of her bow and says,

"It is a shame we could not have left him alive. I guess there was little choice. What if he would have used his magic on us again? Surely one or more would not be alive."

She looks at Jean,

"Jean, it is good to see you alive!"

Loukas, having landed his blows and seeing the Efreet fall takes a breath. And the pain of the bastard's fire washes over him. He managed to avoid most of it, but that which touched him as left its mark. Taking another breath he steadies himself and as he does so he realizes that he never felt pain like this. He has never been quite this hurt. There is an analytic side of his mind that is fascinated by this experience, but it's a rather small bit of his overall mind and now that he does not have Basrakan to distract his mind the part which is not attempting analysis is screaming at the top of its metaphorical lungs.

Partially out of sudden self-consciousness and partially out of a desire for distraction from the burn that covers much of his body he takes one more breath, spins and with a shout, "Your flames are nothing for the waters of Veles, you bastard, and I send you to HIM!", he lands a final kick followed by two more blows on the Efreet Lord, just to be certain that he is actually dead.

Dyanna leaps out of the way when Loukas assaults the dead Efreeti.

She glances over at Jaleh and sees the damage done to her. She quickly races to her side and grabs an arm saying,

"Och, you poor thing. You seem to have taken most of the blast! Well maybe Miroslav took more but there is more of him to absorb such punishment! We must get you some healing fast."

Awesome ninja post by a monk no less!

Jean drops down to one knee and bows his head before his friends. His armor still smoking. He looks up and says,

"I must thank you all. I am just starting to piece together what happened to me. I cannot believe that I have been blessed with friends who would travel to Hell to bring me back. I have seen much that has made me begin thinking about life and God in a new light. I was dead my friends,, as dead as anyone could be until you somehow brought me back. I will never be the same."

Barmak walks in. No thanks are due to me except for tagging along. Basrakan...may he have peace wherever whatever there is of him is...doesn't need anything around here any more. When people are as recovered as may be, I may be of assistance is searching out whatever we could use around here...taking care about traps and such...or other dwellers.

Wisps of smoke rise from the burly Magyar, and he grins fiercely at his companions.

"Nice little scrap," he says jubilantly.  "Next time, let's find something worthy of our strength!"

As Barmak enters and makes his suggestion he nods enthusiastically.

"Aye, the spoils of victory!"

Hearing Dyanna he looks with concern to Jaleh.  Seeing her wounds he rushes over and offers, "Oy, little one, worry not...your hair will grow back!"

To Jean he adds, "Welcome back to the living, brother."

A self satisfied smirk remains upon his face as he awaits the party's next move.

Balthazar flies in and chastises Jean, "Good, because next time you want to pull a stunt like that, check with me first.  One protection from missiles spell as applied by me could have saved you 100% of the damage you took from those amazon arrows."

Then he addresses everyone, "I was really hoping for those 3 wishes, but he just wouldn't fall to my charm spell.  Oh well, let's loot the place."

Following Barmak's trap detecting, Balthazar and the party conduct a pleasant treasure hunt.

Barmak starts with the body before moving on. He's perhaps slower in his caution than most would like, even though he explains that the last place they'll look at could be the most dangerous.

A'kos applauds Barmak's caution.

"Recall the djin's lair, and the guardians we overcame there.  It suits we show similar care here."

In reply to A'kos, the Falcon (msg #126):

For the moment loot was not at the forefront of Loukas's mind. Having recovered himself he turns away from Barakan's corpse towards the party, "It is good to see you alive Frank and I am glad to hear that you've learned something important about life and your god from your experience, but as Balthazar suggests if you do not learn something of strategy and tactics you will not have long to enjoy it.

"And while you are learning it, perhaps you can teach it to our Magyar? For example, had Jaleh been given the chance to move into position before you attacked, and been able to take him from behind, things might have gone even better, eh? What would your brawn and sword do for her in the condition she is now if we were not fortunate enough to have Good Father Cuivi with us?"

He takes a small drink of recently boiled water from his waterskin as Barmak approaches the body and helps him to take whatever valuables the Efreet bears away and then endeavors to help him find whatever else is in the castle.

"Victory is ours," replies A'kos blandly.  "What knowledge have you that the fiend was not indeed ready to attack us, an attack forestalled, perhaps, by acting decisively."

Turning cold, then, he adds, "And your criticisms are as effectual as your kicks upon the corpse, and less well received.  Our goal is achieved, and all here will return alive to our homes.  And none here would have felt worse than I had Jaleh, or any here, fallen...yet that risk we all share wherever we go.  If that is not enough for you than next time you can stay home."

Finished, A'kos flicks efreet ichor from the tip of his sword in disgust and awaits the two who search the corpse.
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As he is kneeling down assisting Barmak, Loukas smirks, "You are quite right, A'kos. My criticisms are ineffectual, because speaking to you can be like hitting a corpse... Regardless, it is an easy thing for one to crow of his boldness when he faces a creature of fire wearing a ring of fire protection. You acted as you did without thought and my words are not out of fear for myself, for you'll have noted that despite all I am nearly as hale as you and that my kicks upon the living were quite effectual."
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Now A'kos laughs.

"And ever have I been cowardly in the face of danger with my many protections!" he crows.  "Again, your criticisms are poorly thought and poorly worded and thus unworthy of further note, except to say that often you're the first to offer your opinion when none is warranted nor wanted by those you seek to barb."

"I say this truthfully, little thief, your words are as nothing to me."

"I'm not talking about the past, A'kos. I am talking about what you did today. But, I am clearly wasting my time, so I shall keep quiet now."

Balthazar addresses them, "Amazing how you two spend so much energy on bickering when you could do something far more productive, like say leer at Dyanna like I'm doing."

Without looking up from Loukas responds to Bathazar, "I would point out to you, Hedonite, that while you leer, am I not only exchanging pleasantries with the Magyar, but I am assisting the Persian to loot our adversary. The next time you're pouring grape into some lovely's goblet you might recall that my 'lack' of productivity enabled your lolling."

Seems to be dead? Hmmm. Should head be separated from shoulders?

"I know nothing about these beings, Barmak, but I was thinking something similar when I made that final attack after he had fallen. If you wish to do the honors, you may as well."

Jaleh, while laying against the wall where she'd fallen gingerly fishes a potion from her pockets with burned fingers. She then drank from the potion of healing.

OOC: Use a potion of healing.

Jaleh's movement catches Barmak's eye even as he's answering Loukas. I'm not the best; others are stronger.

Then he says. I'm sorry, Jaleh. What can we do for you? I fear I posess nothing that can aid your body.

Jean comes and stands amongst those arguing. "Please I implore you, we should not fight among ourselves. I know I have in the past been confrontational with many of you, that time for me has passed. I have seen the error of my ways, I now know the cost of rash behavior. Let us finish here and get back to our home."

"I feel like I've roasted over a fire pit," She commented to Barmak. "What can you do for burns?"

In reply to Sir Jean D'Arzillieres (msg #138):

Loukas glances at Jaleh quickly and helplessly when Barmak speaks to her, because he knows of nothing he can do himself to help her, but when Sir Jean approaches he actually pauses in his investigations and looks at the Frank. He doesn't speak, but he nods in acquiescence and when they have finished checking the Efreet's corpse he continues to help Barmak seek further traps, loot, etc. through the remainder of the castle.
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Cuivi toddles into the room, late as usual. Seeing Jaleh's condition he orders her to lie down and begins chanting over her, his hands holding and rubbing his prayer beads. After a moment he lays his hands on her shoulders letting the healing powers of his gods flow through him and into Jaleh's damaged body.

The healing magic of Cuivi combined with the potion Jaleh has imbibed bring her back up to her normal health. SHe is still a bit tender and her lungs burn a bit but other than some of her gear being singed, she is fine.

Miroslav is still fairly crispy but as said before, he could more than absorb the damage done to him.

Cuivi collapses after all the energy from several healing spells have passes through him. He is awake but exhausted.

As the party inspects the huge body of Basrakan they find a ruby necklace with several huge gems, it should be worth quit a bit of gold if sold to a collector. Other than that the body is near naked except for a loin cloth and sandals. There is still the rest of the keep to explore.

After her brush with death, Jaleh hugs Culvi then stands goes to A'kos' side to hug him as well. "So, what now? You killed him and we have Sir Jean."

Balthazar and Barmak are already exploring the rest of the Keep.

"We see what we may," answers A'kos brusquely, but he leans over and kisses Jaleh on top of her head.  "Perhaps we'll find something to lend aid to our endeavors...or at least something that will look lovely upon you."

Grinning, he follows the others.

Barmak pauses to suggest Might be a good idea for somebody to keep a lookout. It we have company, it shouldn't be unexpected.

Miroslav, who stands trimming burned hair and beard with his seax nods his head at Barmak's suggestion and waves his free hand, indicating that he will stand guard as the others search the keep.

The structure is actually smaller on the inside than it looks from the outside due to the thick walls. Nothing seems to be either locked or trapped with in the structure. Clearly Basrakan had no fear of being robbed.

After a few minutes o f searching the party come upon Basrakan's private chamber and here they find the loot all safely tucked away in a few chests.

In the first chest is a bag that contains 70 fire opals.
Also in the first chest is a small jewel box containing 15 pieces of platinum and gem jewelry. 
In a small case is a plain brass ring. Also there is a short quartz encrusted wand.

In the larger second chest there is a variety of objects:
A small brass brazier
an Ivory flute
an Iron flask
scale armor
a scimitar of excellent quality
a mace of similar quality
leather gloves, doeskin.

Balthazar whistles softly, picks up the iron flask, and says, "I think I know what this is."  He knocks on it gently and whispers, "Anybody in there?"

Then he announces to the group, "This is a great find.  I didn't memorize any detects or identifies today, because I thought it best to load up on magic missile.  Let's take with us everything that isn't bolted down and I will identify it all over the coming weeks.  I sure hope nothing is cursed! Cuivi, I'll need your help to get consultation from the gods regarding that."

While the party takes all the goodies, Balthazar will make a detailed map of the interior of the building.  Then he will fly around the outside, and make a detailed exterior map.  Then he will compare the two and make sure that they line up correctly accounting for the wall thickness.  He is checking to see if mapping will reveal a secret room.

Loukas grins at Balthazar's joke and when he admits to not having any Detect Magic spells steps forward, "Actually, I do have one prepared. Let us do that now, before getting out of here. It probably makes more sense to split it all up now, no?"

Since all of the stuff is together it ought to be straight-forward, though as he's about to begin casting the spell it occurs to him that he's never actually done this publicly. He feels a bit of performance anxiety, but swallows it down and begins calling on the power of Veles and the natural world to determine which of these items is magical.

Cool!

Okay, assuming everything the DM listed is, in fact, magical, Balthazar takes the following guesses regarding functionality:

plain brass ring - fire resistance, most likely

quartz encrusted wand - could be anything.  Balthazar examines to see if a trigger phrase is etched onto it somewhere.

A small brass brazier - fire elemental summoning.  Probably m-u only.

an Ivory flute - don't know

an Iron flask - extra-planar entity capturing device.  Anyone can use it, but if the entity turns on the possessor after being released, you'll want to have cast protection from evil beforehand, so this should probably go to someone who has access to that

scale armor - probably just a bonus to ac

a scimitar of excellent quality - could just have a bonus, could be scimitar of speed.  Balthazar is proficient in scimitar, though he has the +4 defender already.

a mace of similar quality - another weapon with bonus

leather gloves, doeskin. - probably boosts dexterity
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"I want the gloves."
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The jewelry and such can be sold for a high price...and no, it doesn't make sense to dally here. It's hot, remember? And we don't know who or what may be coming. Unless we find a secret area or such, our work here is done, and it's time to get back to where we belong. In a sense, we're thieves, and  thieves' jobs aren't over until they get away.

"Wiser words have never been spoken Barmak. Let us gather this up and get back to our own world as soon as possible. This heat is oppressive and the world dangerous."

She turns to Balthazar and looks at the flask saying,

"I think you are right about this flask. It is indeed a rare find if that is true. It makes sense if you think about it."

Miroslav approaches the others and their treasure haul.

"As much as I hate to break up this party, I see a dust cloud on the horizon. Either it is a storm or something wicked is heading our way. Regardless it is time for us to move on or hole up here."

He then looks at Balthazar before the wizard takes off..."A question I should have asked much earlier...this cube will open a portal to our own world yes?"
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Loukas finishes the spell takes a breath and leans back on his heels, but Miroslav's voice breaks his contemplation. Looking at Balthazar, "You were quite close with your predictions, but we can discuss when we're all back on the Heart of Oak... And, uh, as the Captain asks, you can get us back there with the cube, right?"

Balthazar returns the party to the place where they first entered the plane and presses the '1' face of the Cube.

Everyone steps back through the new portal, their feet crunch the green grass near the shore where the Heart of Oak lies moored.

Everything looks just as it did before the party left. Radvila is still working on the god posts and Oleg is ordering the crew about just as he always does in Miroslav's absence.

The ease with which they move from the Plane of Fire to their own is amazing. Loukas takes a deep breath and sucks in the air and revels in the moment. Of course, they still have to talk to a Godling, it's not as if they've accomplished anything they set out to do...

"Anyone besides myself and Balthazar want a some wine?"

Miroslav who looks a bit better than he did back at the keep leans forward towards Loukas and says..."Yes, wine just might make this taste of singed hair go away."

He looks over to the ship and calls out to Oleg..."Have one of the men bring us some wine and food from the hold."

In a few moments Oleg himself is seen rowing towards the shore in a small coracle type of boat with the stores that Miroslav has asked for. Clearly he wants to hear the tales of beyond the portal.

In a few minutes wine is being poured and food is being set out. Miroslav hold up his tankard and says..."Here is to the slayers of Basrakan!"

A'kos lifts his tankard, his eyes bright and proud, but says nothing, preferring instead to take a deep draught of the ale.

In reply to A'kos, the Falcon (msg #160):

Loukas raises his glass and looks pointedly at A'kos, "And to the bold whom Fortune fortunately favors!"

Dyanna silently raises her glass and smiles.

Barmak moves right along. When it comes time for food and rest, he doesn't stay but, taking some food, says I have a feeling it might be a good idea too.... Without completing the thought, he gets himself shore, walks to the river where the water is fresh, sets himself and the food down, gets his feet bare, and says By Your  leave, Phasis, Marker of the Border, may I lave my feet and partake of your life-giving water? Silence, I hope, is assent.

Sir Jean waves his hand at the tankard of wine he is offered. "I am fine with water."

He turns to Loukas and says, "So, what is it you have to tell us about what was found?"

A'kos mulls over the battle with the efreet, says, "Does it seem to anyone else that we've had a passing easy time of it with the elemental spirits?  First the corpulent djin, then Basrakan.  Somehow, something doesn't sit right...yet perhaps I'm being a bit paranoid..."

With a shrug he continues to drink while listening to Loukas' reply to Sir Jean.

Did Balthazar's charmed but mute man stick around?

"Maybe you're just that good," Jaleh commented to A'kos with a hug and a kiss.

Loukas takes a sip from his cup and leans back as he replies to Jean, "Well, as I said, Balthazar made some very good guesses:

Ring of fire resistance
Wand of magic detection
Braizer of commanding fire elementals
Scale shirt +2
Scimitar +2
Mace +2
Gauntlets of dexterity
There is nothing magical about the flute, though it's a lovely instrument...

"Which brings us to the Iron Flask. All I learned from my spell is that it's an artifact of great power. That one will take a bit more study to determine it's actual powers.

"For myself, I too am interested in the Gauntlets, but the ring is no less useful as we've seen recently. Jaleh, Veles's blessings have increased my resistance to fire, so if you would prefer to take the ring rather than the Gauntlets, that would work for me. Otherwise, if your heart is set on them, I would happily take the ring."

When A'kos comments upon the ease with which they have defeated their last two Elemental opponents, Loukas nods in agreement, "Yes. I have had similar thoughts, Falcon, though it also occurs to me that each of us are powerful individuals and when we act in concert those who stand against us are at a great disadvantage. It is also not as if we got through either fight without wounds. Jaleh was nearly killed and the rest of us within range of Basrakan's flames felt them well and will feel them until Father Cuivi is recovered enough to help us."

A'kos snuggles with the little rogue, offering to the others only, "I like the Scale Mail," as they go about describing the items.

Jaleh considered what Loukas said for a minute then answered. "I would still prefer to have the Gauntlets. Most of my particular skills benefit from my manual dexterity."

Miroslav looks over the items and says..."Nothing of real interest to me except perhaps the flute. I would like to take it home to Masha...she collects such things."

He looks at Loukas..."Yes, you are right, we are a powerful bunch but today we nearly met out end. If Basrakan had lived just a few minutes longer we might have been burnt to a crisp."

Loukas nods to Jaleh's comments, "Very well then, I shall take the ring. So, it seems to me that Balthazar and Dyanna might manage to determine the nature of the Iron Flask after a bit of research. Given that it is a item of such magnitude it seems only right that it be considered a something we all have ownership of. Seems reasonable, no?"

Balthazar responds, "No, here's what I think:

Ring of fire resistance - Loukas
Wand of magic detection - Barmak
Braizer of commanding fire elementals - Balthazar
Scale shirt +2 - A'kos
Scimitar +2 - Oleg
Mace +2 - Cuivi
Gauntlets of dexterity - Jaleh
Iron Flask - Cuivi"

Loukas listens to Balthazar's counter proposals and does not speak, but nods his head with an agreeable smile.

"Seems fair," nods A'kos.  "Anyone have need of fine studded leather?  If not, I'll need to get the straps on the mail adjusted to fit, and can trade this in perhaps for a handful of gems."

OOC: +2 for those who might need it.

Snag!  Balthazar only wears studded leather +1 at present.

(sweet, now he's at ac -1, and can get up to -5 with his defender)
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I'd be happy to take your old +1 suit.

Done. He even dips it into the river to wash it for you.

A'kos isn't sure he likes that deal - had he known Jaleh needed an upgrade he wouldn't have put it on the open market.

"Perhaps I'll ask you first, next time such a transaction is available," he says to her, slapping his hand against his head.

Dyanna stands with her hands on her hips listening to the dividing of the spoils.

'Hmm, it seems that we forgot someone here! Might i suggest that as good of a companion that Oleg is, that we give the scimitar to Barmak, who actually might find it more suitable, and give the wand to me since I am lacking that spell? Though Barmak might already have a more serviceable weapon."

"Thank you Balthazar."

Jaleh looked at A'kos curiously, "Why, do you have an old magical suit lying around?"

"No, sweetling, I had a nice, new, serviceable suit for you, which I just gave to that scoundrel Balthazar," he replies, glaring at the offending mage with his fiercest frown.

"Ha ha ha, you ungrateful cur, " Balthazar laughs, "But seriously, I don't think it matters very much; neither Jaleh nor I expect to get engaged in melee as part of our modus operandi."

Cuivi takes the iron flask in his hands. A look of dread passes over his face as he holds the item. He quickly shoves it deep into his pack under his other belongings.
"I will pray over this today, please excuse me."

That said, Cuivi takes his pack and goes to sit under a nearby tree where he produces the flask and sets it before him on the ground.

Cuivi returns from his prayer, his face ashen and a look of despair across it.

"This is indeed a powerful and fearsome artifact. It contains a foreign demon inside of it that needs to kill if released. Other things may also happen if the demon is released. It seems that the demon is controlled by the owner of this flask, but who would use a demon? Surely not I." He tosses the flask to the ground and walks away from it.

Miroslav bends down and picks up the iron flask from the dusty ground..."I will carry this for now then. Once we get back we can decide what to do with it...unless one of you others have an interest in carrying it?"

"Only someone who has the ability to cast protection from evil should dare hold this.  Since Cuivi has tossed it aside, I'll carry it." Balthazar takes it from Miroslav and tucks it away for safe keeping.  "Besides, I'm sure we'll be able to find something for this demon to kill eventually."

Loukas watched Cuivi's reaction and the exchange that followed with curiosity. It seemed oddly irresponsible for the good Father to toss aside an item of such power regardless of its taint. Balthazar is correct, that whomever bears this ought to have proper protections...

With a wry smile and bow, "Have I told you recently Balthazar how much I respect you and find not only your power impressive and intelligence penetrating, but your very way of being continually reminds me that you are the very perimeter of ideal manhood?"
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"Though if you stick yon nose any further up his backside you will call into question that very manhood," quips A'kos.

"But it is a very manly backside." Jaleh comments.

Cuivi shakes his head.
"Be wary Balthazar, even a wizard as powerful as you may not have enough power to withstand the evil that lies within that flask. I should have ran off with it and dumped it in the ocean!"

Balthazar falls down laughing so hard.

Loukas laughs, but becomes serious, "You are right, Cuivi, but Balthazar has shown wisdom in dealing with such things in the past. Perhaps when we return we might consider whether or not the Flask ought to be locked up and warded where one with insufficient power or with evil intentions may not get it?"

"Wise words Loukas. Let Balthazar have custody until we learn more about it's nature."

Miroslav looks over at the shore near the ship where Radvila is working on the godpost. "From the looks of things, Radvila should be done with his carving by morning. We can set the post and offer a sacrifice soon after. I suggest we eat a hearty meal and have some wine and rest the remainder of the day. Int he morning we start our quest anew."

In reply to Miroslav (msg #194):

Loukas nods, "Aye, Captain! I for one could use a rest -- my scalded body cries for wine and rest! And perhaps a song or two, eh?"

A'kos eats with the others, but asks Jaleh aside to spend some alone time talking quietly together.

Jaleh went over to sit beside A'kos and talk.


Hesitantly Jaleh took what A'kos offered her.
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Balthazar stands up and makes a grand gesture.  "Well, " he proclaims, " if we're going to eat and drink and be merry, we might as well do it the magical way.  Folks, I've been holding out on you all a bit.  Normally, my magical feasts are only for fellow Hedonites, but you have proved yourselves worthy companions beyond reproach, and I don't think the heads of my clan will find anything to gripe about in my treating you all."  He takes a dramatic pause, then with a sweep of his arms, he says, "I will now give you a True Feast of Hedonism!"

A magnificent table appears, laden with delectable fruits, beverages, meats, vegetables, desserts, and place settings for 8.  8 intricately carved chairs are positioned next to those 8 place settings, with plush cushions on the seats and backrests.  3 people also appear.  One is a dignified elderly gentlemen in a butler's uniform, the other two are slender maidens in serving uniforms.  Balthazar introduces the man, "This is Gerard.  He is the head of the serving crew, and if you need anything, just ask him for it."

Gerard bows low and says, "At your service."

Balthazar sits at the head of the table, "Alright, dig in everybody!  You need to feast for an hour for the magic to fully kick in.  It is through these feasts that Hedonites stay in perfect health, despite their sometimes impulsive and risky exploits.  After all, how can you enjoy the world if you're sick?"

Immediate Effects
Everyone is cured of all diseases.  Even the little minor nagging itches and rashes.  You all feel better than you've ever felt.
Everyone is healed for 5-8 hit points (from a nectar beverage on the table)

Effects that last for 12 hours
Immunity to poison
+1 to attacks and morale benefit as per bless spell
Immunity to fear, hopelessness, and panic

Interesting conjecture: despite all the drinks of alcoholic nature on the table, I don't believe anyone gets drunk, because I think that immunity to poison means that all contaminants in the bloodstream are eradicated.
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A'kos smiles and hands over the trinket.


He looks up then in wonder at the table provided by Balthazar.

"Come, little one, let us eat!"

Standing he holds out his hand to help her rise, then walks with her back to the table.  He holds out a seat for her, then sits beside her.  With one of his daggers he begins to feast...

Jaleh tried on the ring, seeing if it would fit any of her fingers. She then accepted A'kos' hand in standing and followed him over to the table, where again she accepted his aid in sitting. She to then began to eat.

Loukas does not squeal in joy at the feast and its presentation, but he exudes pleasure. Sometime into the actual eating he raises a glass, "You know, Balthazar, I think your Hedonites and my Velesians have much in common. I have pondered this for a while, but this wonderful meal confirms it. Perhaps when we return we might meet and see if there is not some sort of greater philosophical agreement that might not come out of this?"

Spotting the ring on Jaleh's finger, Loukas raises his glass again, "And to The Falcon and The Fox, may there be many baubles and infinite pleasures in your futures!"

 and while he has a better sense of the god's worship than I do we're sort of creating things as we go. Ultimately, Veles is some sort of combination of Mercury, Apollo, and Pluto with a little Loki thrown in. He is the god of earth and water to Pelun's lightning and fire -- hence the Druidism, I think. Anyway, I've been having fun sort of assembling a philosophy, not quite theology, to guide Loukas's actions. Not that I've actually put together in writing anything like what a follower of Veles's philosophy would be mind, you, but just trying to figure it out in my head as we play.]
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The feast produced by the Hedonite is indeed magnificent! All of the crew and party partake and everyone feels the better for it.

If the Amazon's have any reserve numbers that might be set upon you, they do not use it and the guards that have been set for the night see nothing suspicious.

In the morning Miroslav wakes early and heads to see how Radvila is coming along.

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Barmak return and enjoys the feast.

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