The danger passed for now, Ravnar tries to examine the situation... could the remains of the monsters be used for spell components for Abrisham? Was there anything else useful in the room...?

12:56, Today: Ravnar rolled 4 using 2d6+2. Two 1s. Wow. Just wow.

Ravnar marks XP.

Ravnar sighed wearily. He was too hurt and too tired to make any special sense of anything right now. At least he could let the Cause Fear spell on his garment end...

"Abrisham, could the remains of the monsters-- or anything else in here-- be of any use to you? Anyone see anything useful?" Ravnar said.



Spout Lore: 12:57, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6 ((1,6)).
Spout Lore:
✴On a 10+, the GM will tell you something interesting and useful about the subject relevant to your situation. ✴On a 7–9, the GM will only tell you something interesting—it’s on you to make it useful. The GM might ask you “How do you know this?” Tell them the truth, now.

"Actually, I think something about this statue rings a bell..." says Syrio...

Seeing the little creatures, which Abrisham was able to clarify as "mephit, maybe a dust kind?", she brings up that there is something to use. "Well I'm sure I can make use of them for a sleeping spell or two. That could help against come creatures I'm sure." So from there she got a small tool like tweezers to extract for use in a some spells.

On looking at the statue and remembering tales told around fires and on rickety vessels, some foggy echo comes back to him. That statue looks fairly like Zann, for they held themselves with an intellectual pursuit, but not Scholarly? It might well be Jamar, one of the 10 Thousand old gods, like Kali. Syrio remembered from an old sailor that this god was for the knowledge one gains from exploration and reflection of experiences. He disapproved of learning only from books or word of mouth, you had to see for yourself.

Thus the learned individual who adventures or travels often worshiped him, competing with Zann for worship more then one of the 10 thousand usually do.
Legend has it that he is one of the most material gods, often being found to walk along all the planes.

And so, Syrio explained to the others about what the statue might mean.

"Mm. So, narrowing it down to two possible guys, either way, it's apparently some god of knowledge. Makes sense, I guess, for a place where the court wizard was setting up shop..." Nimol muses.

On the looking around aftermath, Jagga makes quite a clinking presence as metal touches metal from his numerous weapons, and he reveals a back up he has.

"I have about 4,maybe 5 good bottles of potions of healing if that will do anything. You might need to conserve your spell casting Ravnar, this might help you to not be stretched thin, Cleric of Kali. "

Jagga is thanked for his generosity enthusiastically. It is decided that Syrio will drink one potion now, and that Ravnar will hold onto one a little longer as an emergency backup...

(Shall I presume that this is the standard DW potion of healing that cures 10 hp straight off...?)

Lets presume so for simplicity sake.

quote:

Make Camp
When you settle in to rest consume a ration. If you’re somewhere dangerous decide the watch order as well. If you have enough XP you may level up. When you wake from at least a few uninterrupted hours of sleep heal damage equal to half your max HP.

You usually make camp so that you can do other things, like prepare spells or commune with your god. Or, you know, sleep soundly at night. Whenever you stop to catch your breath for more than an hour or so, you’ve probably made camp.

I also think there is making camp if you do it for a large enough component of a day that it means something permits a Make Camp move. Something for us both to learn I think.

Syrio frowns. "This is a rough choice. I'd love for us all to rest, but I feel like anything could happen here... let's go try to find a slightly less-dangerous room, at least." He drinks the healing potion.

The party, weapons ready, decide to go explore the doorway to the left...

...But is that doorway, and whatever's on the other side of it, big enough for Sannang?

As they got through the door, they found that the doorway would fit Sannang, the room on the other side was humble.

To the left there was a square hole in the wall that showed a desk and a rectangular hole. Chances are that accepted books?
In front was a door with an arch saying "Rememberance Repository" which was smaller then Sannang.
To the right was a trio of chairs, so this space must not be that busy.
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"Ooh, 'Rememberance Repository.' Let's go in there."

"...Except you, Sannang. You guard things here for now, all right?"

The door opened after a bit of protest. The lock had looked worn away rather worryingly.

Inside was something that looked like a modest library. It looked peaceful with the dust motes floating through the air, catching the sun beams coming from the  narrow window high above. With reference to the one or two libraries the adventuring party have seen before (and the fair few Abrisham had got her way into), the immediately notable details are these:

1. From a glance, none of the books had a hard cover to be seen, many being leather and some being just a paper cover. Scrolls had cases that were practical minded in construction.
2. The markers over the book cases for different areas were made in years, not in alphabet or category.
3. The table and chair number were modestly small, like there would only be a few people in here at any one time...
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"If the organization is chronological... what might the most recent entries tell us...?" Syrio wonders... And then he sets out to find out the answer...

With that, the group were getting into some of the recent year books. Abrisham was pulling out several books from different sections within reach. Those who looked saw that she read a few pages at the start and flicked to the back of a book before picking up another one. Though her reading was faster than the others, she wasn't looking into its contents too intimately. She did this process for a fair few books while everyone was in the silence.

Jagga was taking his time to choose something that might amuse him, Sai had been quickly successful in reading up on some book of secrets. Zand, however, was a distracted soul, who had no fancy for the text he held in his hand and who took note of the training mages method. "Um, what are you doing Abs?"
"Abrisham" She corrected and then carried on "and while I've only gone through a few, I think I see a pattern."

"...Yes? And what might that be?"

"You've seen the books, well, it would be more accurate to say diaries, journals, they're not exactly text books. These books, have the times submitted in the back, look. " Abrisham takes out a book and shows both the front entry and back page, the back says a date with the year matching its submitted section.

She points to the year markers. "I'm not sure why, but when they get such a book is more important or there their preferred organising method. Everything here is direct, no compiling, no changing, not even editing... I don't get it.

18:03, Today: Ravnar rolled 10 using 2d6+2 ((6,2)).

On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What happened here recently?
• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?

• What happened here recently?

Though there was quite a lot of dust, there were a few areas where the dust layer was thinner, like regular activity had kept it from getting too dusty.

The signs showed that certain books and scrolls were continually read and placed back, on further inspection, these were on subjects to do with the planes of existence. Ranging from travelling journals of the planes, to bestiaries, travel guides full of tips and maps.

• What should I be on the lookout for?

Dust motes are present in the air, floating about like leaves on a gentle wind. Skittering sounds of little hands and feet on the far tops of shelves. Those dust mephits are present here, but they hesitate to be seen or interact with the party in any manner. Likely trying to recooperate from the conflict before which cut into their numbers.

• What here is useful or valuable to me?

Watching that same dust from before, Ravnar can see how it flows throughout the room. While some of it goes to a back door, and away from the distant window, the cleric can see some of the dust vanishing behind a book case of journals dating from around 150 years ago.

While looking through some scrolls, Ravnar saw a little sheen. On trying to pull the scrolls out, the object causing the sheen came rolling out and clinked against the flooring. On inspection, Ravnar saw that it was a marble. The marble was larger then the average marble (likely twice the size of a toy marble).

Oops. "Feels like someone might've opened a portal to the elemental plane of air... or of dust..."






Ugh. "It's tempting to try to attack them now and finish them off, but it'd also be so much damn trouble... Let's hold off on it a little longer, I guess..."




"Hey, it looks like there might be a secret door here... everyone come help me search for how to open it..."

(Should I have Ravnar try Discern Realities again for this...? Or...?)




"Huh. Now what do you suppose this might be? ...Abrisham? Any ideas...?"

"Huh, well isn't that odd." Abrisham overlooks the marble, taking considerable care of it.
"The sky look could be that it's a portal,  to somewhere with a clear sky maybe? Maybe to make a gust? Become lighter? Summon a storm?"
She tried to peer through the glass orb, blow on it gently, jump with it, spout some unknown words and rubbing it to a mirror sheen. . She just couldn't do it, and while her face wasn't of defeat, the annoyance of it was starting to show.
"OK, so nothing like that, then. Maybe it will. I don't know, this is being rather hopeless."

She keeps tapping the marble with a finger, then she taps it to the table, and for a moment there is a small "Pop" sound and the tink sound of the marble touching the table right after. Holding it to her eye, she sees that there is a little book within the marble, and a book absent from the table.
"I... sure figured that one out." She said as she then tried again to tap the marble and a odd sound (sort of like wind unceremoniously leaving a wind instrument) occurs as the book returns to the table. "I'm sure we can find a use for that, um. Nimol, I think you can find a use for this."

"Sure, I'll hold into it... so it could be a trap for an enemy... or it might be a way to move something we'd find hard to move otherwise... Oh! We could possibly move Sannang with this, if we had to...!" Nimol frowns. "...I'd rather test it on something living first, just to be sure it's safe, though..."

It would take a fair while to go and open the mechanism of the bookcase. But after a while, they managed to find the way of opening the bookcase where it slides away into the wall and reveals the passage.

As the way opened, it was abundantly clear to see that it was a deep way, spiraling down in a dark cavern that had no means for lighting up the way, the air flowing downwards in a slight whistle.

Will you be doing anything before going down?

Syrio closes the bookcase back, now that they know how to do it. He huddles the group of allies together. "...I say, before we do anything else, we destroy the dust imps in here with us," he whispers. "Anyone got any reason why not...?"

Overall, there was only agreement from the group.
"I would agree with you." Abrisham added last, "But there is the pressing matter of how we will get them to come out. They don't seem enthusiastic..."

To make her point for her, there was an utter silence within the space, not a sound from the mischievous little elementals as the motes flew in the morning light.
"Which is to say, how do we get them to come out?"
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"...I was expecting that we'd just search everywhere, and kill them one at a time," whispers Syrio, "but if anyone has any better ideas...?"

09:19, Today: Ravnar rolled 3 using 2d6 ((1,2))... plus Wis bonus is still only 5...

Ravnar marks 1 new xp...

"I don't," whispers Ravnar...

"Nor I..." whispers Nimol...

There were suggestions for a time on how to possibly catch them out or try to lure them to a point. This was going on for a bit in hushed whispers between Abrisham and Jagga when there was a sound.
A bit of a slow dragging noise, which was complimented by books hitting the ground as one book case started falling towards the group.

Roll Defy Danger (Dex) to avoid bookcase impact/smothering.

12:14, Today: Ravnar rolled 11 using 2d6+1.
12:14, Today: Nimol rolled 13 using 2d6+2.
12:14, Today: Syrio rolled 9 using 2d6+1.

Nimol and Ravnar make it fine... Syrio, partial success...

On a 10+, you do what you set out to, the threat doesn’t come to bear. On a 7–9, you stumble, hesitate, or flinch: the GM will offer you a worse outcome, hard bargain, or ugly choice.