Pedivere tries to stop the fool, but is too late.  Taking a moment to listen if anything is moving inside, the knight calls out once again to the errant wizard.

"Will Fiallan come forth to discuss a matter of great importance?

With fog billowing out of the out building and no clue as to what is going on, Colm leaps off of his horse.  In one swift motion he unslings his bow and knocks (sp) an arrow.  As Pedivere speaks, he relaxes somewhat, knowing that whatever the fog is, it is not hurting his party memebers.  He lowers his bow.... still keeping and arrow ready.

After reaching down to touch the fog and swish his hand through it, the human climbed off his horse and set his hand on his spear after pulling it out from where it was resting across the saddle. "Well, this is interesting, aye?" he asked pretty much everyone but directed it mostly towards his friend, the knight.

"Not what you were expecting?"Chrissa says creeping up on the men to examine the predicament.  She patted the fool's shoulder in a kindly and sympathetic fashion.  Moving fearlessly into the mists, the woman quickly vanished.

    The sounds of prayers could be heard before a sudden whoosing sound and the intermitant whistling of wind as the fog began to be pushed from the room, along with anything else that was not secured.  Pieces of parchment fluttered out towards the men, who instinctively stood back.  There was the sounds of thumping and clattering as books previously on the shelves feel to the floor.

   After a moment the wind passed and a check inside the room found the hermit dutifully checking and replacing the books on their shelves.  The dust that was on the floor had been blown against the east wall and steel door along with the pieces of the broken bench.



OODM:  Books in this day and age were not cheap, without a printing press all of them had to be hand copied.  It could take years to write a book and decades to write a bible (extra care in writing that book!)

With the mist having disipated, Pedivere moves into the building, he quickly glances over the remains of the room, and the books, before striking the door to the tower with a single, powerful blow that reverberates throughout the structure.

"Is the wizard Fiallan able to come forth for discourse on a matter most urgent?" he bellows.

  'BOOM'  The knight's gaunleted fist pounded once on the steel door, the sound it created thundered in the room beyond.  His call elicited no reply.

   The party looked at each other questioningly.  Aeron felt down to his bones that they had indeed arrived at the right destination.  Even without the fool's thinking on the matter.  The place did resemble geographically where Jeremiah had pointed them.  The mountain to the west had to be the peak to which he had pointed.

Fr. Rys enters the building gingerly. Seeing the books on the walls, he turns his back on the party to read the various titles.

  Um maybe he stepped out or is on a journey?  There may be nothing ill going on.  Should we keep going in?  Who knows maybe he was eaten by the dragon he knew about.  The fool shrugs his shoulders.

"We must enter to find the wizard.  Colm, Calis my friend, come, help me with this." the knight declares as he begins to heft the remnants of the broken bench, intending to use it as a battering ram.

Let it be done for posterity, I am not breaking down the wizard's doors.  If he is napping or on a walk-a-bout he is gonna be cross with you who are.  There are other ways to find out where he is without breaking his doors down.  Colm are there any recent tracks to even suggest a person has been here recently?

Colm, enters the room looking around like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He has slung his bow, but keeps his weaponry with him.  At the Fool's words he stops glancing about Aye.  I admir yer energy sir knight, but I must tip me bow to the Fool.  We are wantin' the wizard to aid us of his own free will, as I've heard such men are hard to convinc' otherwise.  If we are first sure he has na' stepped out, then we might have to take action with your "door knocker".  Though, if there was sumin' that has takin' this wizard to an untimely doom, though, we 'ad best be on our gaurd.  While I'm looking about, is there anyone who has a skill with locks who, may open the door with a bit more stealth?

Colm then busys himself looking slowly and carefully about the room.

  Colm looks about the chamber with interest but quickly realizes that with the winds that blew out the fog only moments before, the dust had been blown against the east wall - and any signs of a passage in the room, had been eliminated.

"Friend Pedivere, mayhap we should wait before we start battering on doors, aye? If this wizard has lived here long enough he might frown on strangers bashing through his doors. Also who knows what defenses he might have woven into this place, aye? But if you truly wish to bash things, then don't let me stop you and I'll help as much as I can," Calis said as he set his hand on his friends arm in a small restraining gesture.

Colm shakes his head and frowns.  No'a damm thin' to be found here.  'haps I should look aroun' the grounds? he says as he turns to leave the house.

OCC:  It is his intent that he, and anyone who wants to come, circle the tower as best they can, looking for tracks and secret entrances.  I'd like to "take 10" for the search.

Colm clutches his bow and exits the chamber and enters out into the sunlight.  He could be seen kneeling down to examine the ground slowly shuffling about before disapearing from view...

OCC:  quick note.  Colm pauses to discuss this or have anyone who follows him who will.  Being a DM myself, someone wandering alone is EL TOASTO.  But, I think Colm, used to wandering in the wilderness alone, would have littel issue with wandering around by himself.

Aeron follows with Colm.  He looks about for that which he may notice whilst the ranger is busy with his work.  The fool stays quiet, not trying to disturb the ranger.

Pedivere looks slightly angered and annoyed, though he nods to his fried.  "This is not something to be discussed.  If there indeed is a wizard here, and he is angered for the knocking down of his door, then already will he have cause to vent his wrath!".  The knight indicates the broken door to the adjoining building, the remnants of books and the general destrcution of property already caused.

"And if the knocking down of this door causes him grief than I will gladly reimburse the fellow.  Though we shall wait for Colm to return"

OOC - I'm just playing it as a knight would.  And remember, this is not generic DnD.  This is historical fantasy, thus things get done differently.  Hence the way I'm doing things.

OCC:  No problem!  This is just a game after all.  I just see Colm as a man who would prefer subtilty and stealth.

Giving his friend a smile and nodding, Calis remarked again, "I said I would help you but let the others see what they see first, then we can bash down the door."

Fr. Rys, done looking over the books on the shelves goes back to one of the earlier shelves and picks up a leather bound book and looks at its cover more closely.

  The priest finds one book in particular of interest, tracing his finger over the silver rune stamped into its brown leather cover.  The book is thick and heavy, the pages viewed from the side seem brown, probably velium.

  Boom!  Boom!  Boom!  The blows of the improvised battering ram echo through the interior of the tower.  Sir Pedivere gripped the bench with determination and continued to bash his way through the steel banded door.  Each blow brought more and more sweat to his brow as his breathing became laboured.

  The door was thick and solidly built, it did not give way easily.  Splinters and pieces of the door flew and fell, littering the floor before the passage.  Cracking could be heard as the knight's final blows fell, when finally the impediment, a wood bar securing the door, cracked and fell away.

   The great, thick door swung inward along with the light from the room.  The narrow corridor of light revealed very little.  The floor of the tower was stone like the one on which the group stood.  The rest of the room was covered in a drape of inky, black, darkness...

   Meanwhile, outside in the sunshine, Aeron and Colm searched the area around the tower.

Pedivere drops the bench and peers into the darkness.  "Does anyone have a torch?" he says, holding out his hand for one if it is forthcoming.

Fr. Rys reaches in to a sack and pulls out a torch that has a piece of leather covering the top. He takes the leather off and the torch gives off light.

Here you go Sir Knight