Re: Chapter #6g: Sage Advice
“Hmmmm,” the old sage pondered, clearly in his element. “Eight by eight, you say? With wooden supports? And all the way to the cliffs?” Brodert stood, walked over to a shelf, and began rooting around amongst the scrolls thereon. “I have no doubt that we will be able to collapse this tunnel with no danger to Sandpoint. The secret . . . aha!” The scholar raised a scroll in triumph, bringing it back to a low table placed in front of the divan and unrolling it. “The secret is that the tunnel travels outside of Sandpoint. So if we collapse it there, the only danger is that we create a sinkhole north of town near the coast.”
The scroll turned out to be a detailed map of Sandpoint and its environs. “From what you have told me, Pisca,” the older man nodded to the gnome, “I would guess that the tunnel runs in this direction.” He traced a path through the northern part of Sandpoint. “And leaves town somewhere in the vicinity of the north gate, emptying out into the small cove you discovered about here.” He jabbed a finger at a portion of remote coastline north of the settlement. “This means that if you travel down the tunnel from the junction you spoke about,” the sage did some quick calculations on the back of a parchment of unknown provenance, “a distance of eleven-hundred feet, and do your work there, even a botched collapse will have little effect on the town.”
Brodert caught himself. “Not that I am, um, questioning your skills in this regard. It is just important to be prepared for the worst, right, my boy?” The sage grinned. He was clearly having fun with this exercise. “Now, what you need to do is go down to Bottled Solutions and ask for five Burst Jars. Burst Jars, if you’re unfamiliar, are clay pots with two sealed, airtight inner chambers containing alchemical liquids. When the jar is shattered, the liquids react and explode with concussive force.” The scholar clapped his hands together and then threw them in the air, as if simulating an explosion.
“It takes a few seconds for the liquids to react to each other, which is how you perform this safely. What I would do is rig a contraption,” once again he drew on the back of the parchment, “that allows you to, from a distance, cause a large object to fall on the jars. The jars, and from my calculations five of them will do the trick, should explode and collapse the tunnel.” Brodert showed them a rough picture of a basic rope and pulley system that might accomplish this task. “Or, if you have an accomplished archer, he could just shoot one of them and the rest of them will detonate after.”
Now Brodert was sketching what Pisca found to be a pretty accurate approximation of the tunnel, with supports and everything. “The important part is that you make sure that Burst Jars are here, here, and here.” He jabbed his inkpen at various points on the drawing, making black marks as he did so. “That should give you the right force in the right place at the right angle to collapse the tunnel safely.” The old man handed the parchment to Cato and then straightened, a big smile on his face. “My, that was invigorating! I haven’t had a good engineering problem like that in quite a while!”
“Now, if you’re looking to collapse the tunnel ON invading goblins, you can do that as well, although I think that would be riskier. You would have to have some way to break the Burst Jars as the goblins approached.” The sage frowned, considering. “I think I will leave that decision up to you younger people. My experience in matters martial is, sadly, lacking. Unless,” he smiled again, “you’re looking for tactics used by generals thousands of years in the past.”
“And speaking of thousands of years ago,” he looked at Pisca as he sat back down in his chair, taking his now-cooled cup of tea and giving it a delicate sip, “I’m not sure I can tell you anything much about ancient Thassilon that can help you. I know that the Thassilonian Runelords had powers that approached those of dieties, even if there is much disagreement on whether they actually possessed any deific qualities themselves. Each of the seven Runelords mastered one of the seven schools of arcane rune magic harnessed from the very sins of mankind.” He ticked them off on his fingers. “Wrath, pride, envy, lust, gluttony, sloth, and greed.”
The scholar stood again and walked to a different bookshelf, running a finger along the tops of the volumes before selecting one. “The Runelords’ constant ambition for dominance over the rest led to much strife and death in the empire. They say it was this that led to their downfall." He handed the book, entitled AZLANT: THE LOST EMPIRE, to Pisca.
"So I am not certain what you will find in those tunnels. It is entirely possible that it will be an archaeological and anthropological find for the ages. If you do find some remnant of that empire, try and determine exactly with which sin it is associated. That might give you an edge. Or,” the sage shrugged, “it could just be a crazy quasit in a tunnel. I eagerly look forward to hearing about whatever it is you find. And please,” he gave them a look, placing a paternal hand on the shoulder of each guest, “be safe.”
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