Our Heroes find their way to the Temple of the Peacock Spirit, a complex high in the northern Varisian mountains where an ancient cult from the Runelord's time is rumored to be found. They travel by way of the Viridian Transendence, a ritual that involves singing and dancing. Yes, even Antwon. And of course Nelson joined in. That should not have been a question I wouldn't think. Most of the inhabitants just waved The Party through, saying something about "He wants to meet with you." There was almost a fight with some Wereboars, but a quick shiv to the leader's kidney sorted shit out right quick. Then a long bridge, and a nice cathedral where the party cleaned out some haunted paintings and ALMOST kept from pissing everyone off just long enough to get some lunch. Maybe next time. I hear they have a nice buffet. Then downstairs - some demons, and some other strange dudes, and a weird feathery freak who spoke of himself in third person and called...
One item found is the Sword of Valor - a banner, which... well, but let us let Irabeth Tirablade describe it in her own words: The Inheritor herself carried this crimson banner into battle during the Shining Crusade. An army commander who carries the Sword of Valor increases the DV and OM of her army by 4 against armies of undead or evil outsiders. Yet the Sword of Valor’s greatest power lies not in offense but in defense. Mounted firmly upon an interior wall in a visible, public place, the Sword of Valor creates a 10-mile-radius area that bars demons and those who worship demons from using teleportation spells and effects and imparts on such creatures a –4 penalty to Armor Class and on all saving throws. Once per month while the banner is mounted on a wall, a worshiper of Iomedae within 30 feet of the banner can use it to summon a planetar to protect the banner and its surroundings for 1 day. Any nonevil creature that sleeps within a 1-mile radius becomes immune to fear effects from...
Our Heroes approach the Underbridge section of Magnimar, easily finding the Clocktower referenced by Ironriar (it's 180 feet tall - the tip of it is 5 feet below the Irespan). It's leaning and crumbling, and looks like only some crappy scaffolding is keeping it standing; some 'friendly' locals say they haven't seen anyone going in and out that day, since they've been drinking outside the bar. In the muddy tracks outside are several sets of humanoid footprints - as well as a set of prints that are large and difficult to classify. Gentle Reader, allow me now to lead you through a sort of thought exercise. Imagine that you are a wolf. A canny and cunning wolf, a Battle Wolf, who has a halfling friend that rides you around into battle and adventures. You have a jacket, which you appreciate on these rainy cold Magnimarian days, and sometimes you are lifted to the tops of buildings by your halfling friend and his human and half-orc companions. The first t...
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