The Deep Vault

Booker's Invented Spells

Arcane Eye
level 1
1 standard action
Using some of your own life force , you create an arcane eye that you can see through.
Spending 2 health/minute that the eye is active. The eye has a base fly speed of 50 feet with perfect maneuverability. If the eyes killed the user loses all health spend and takes a 1d6 intelligence penalty for twice the time the eye was active

Arcane grenade
level 2
1 standard
You create a throwable explosive out of magical energy imbued within an item weighing no more than 5 pounds. As part of casting the spell you may throw it, making a ranged attack to throw it into a square. on the next round the grenade explodes dealing 3d6 fire damage in 2d6 force damage in a 15 foot radius centered on the grenade reflex to have the fire damage.

Spontaneous Relocation – level 2 or 1 User is teleported to a random space within a 15ft radius.

Freezing Ray – searing ray, but cold damage

Construct- as animate dead, lesser, but an arcane construct from a list.

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The Marcus Experience
Day two at the Greene estate

The air was crisp as Marcus stepped outside the Greene estate. Invigorated by his brilliant new adamantium schematic, Marcus decided to ponder over the design one final time before putting it into commission. Given the circumstances concerning Booker, he thought a relaxing walk around Robert’s beautiful home would help to clear his mind of outlandish thoughts, particularly those of Booker mangling innocent people and the world being unified as the one true plane of existence. Sighing deeply, his gaze became fixated on a group of seagulls flying overhead, their destination clearly a far off point on the ocean. as the group of seagulls vanished beyond the horizon, a thought embedded itself deep within the annals of his mind. What if I could fly like that? he thought to himself. No, not with magic…something that even the common man could access. Mere seconds passed by before the dream became a furious drive. Wings crated of a light, yet durable metal. A flight fueled by fire and wind, a machine with the ability to hold many passengers in order to reach that point beyond the horizon. He raised his prosthetic arm towards the sky, extending all of his fingers out as if reaching for something far above him. Just do it, he thought. Nothing is impossible. Design in mind, the newly inspired Marcus set out for his workshop. Ambitious as he was, one does not simply create something of that scale overnight. He understood that he would have to start small. A machine of wood and steel, powered by spinning blades and the turning of cogwheels. “Perhaps…perhaps I’ll show this to Robert,” he said excitedly, picking up speed. “I’ll impress him with this, and promise him of my real goal!” Catching sideways glances from the roaming hobgoblins, he sprinted to his room. His goal not just to impress Robert Greene, but the entire world.

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Bard's Erotic Broads

If this is possible, if not just X it and i will figure something else

  • Day 1:
  • Bard inquires as to the communication possibilities to crossroads. If this is possible then he would like to come into contact with the local magistrate concerning his brothel.
  • If possible figure out the paperwork on owning the building, obtaining any licenses or permits
  • Sends word to Bernice in Quiet Meadow and contacting the whores on the list he was given upon purchasing the brothel. He would like Bernice to meet him in crossroads one week from the day the group sets out to Andarosa. Bard is looking for the highest quality courtesans, one human woman, one half-elf man, one tiefling male, one elf woman. He would like to have contracts drawn up concerning their services and requirements for employment and see if they can start one week from the leaving to siege Andarosa.
  • He would also like to inquire as to furnishing his establishment with beds, tapestries, and other niceties and a renovator to fix the place into an establishment for more wealthy patrons.
  • Concerning the structural needs of the building he talks to Marcus and Booker and offers discounts at the brothel in exchange for work in transforming the brothel into an amazing establishment people will want to visit.
  • Day 2:
  • Bard replaces the strings of his lyre with strings significantly thicker than normal to achieve much lower sounds than an average lyre.
  • Bard spends the morning practicing the lyre and singing for the house staff while they work. Spurred on by his defeat by song at Crossroads he is dedicated to becoming a master performer of unparalleled skill. He continues through to the late afternoon.
  • Bard then inquires about any poets, musicians, or chanters and any books concerning the great musicians and songs, to better learn how to hone both his talent and technique. Bard arrives to dinner slightly late and returns soon after to the library or master. As the light grows dark Bard brings up darker songs and sadder stories. He talks and reads deep into the night of matters that would curdle the blood. He specifically looks for stories about the slaying
    and defeat of demons. But even more than that he looks for stories of demons becoming tricked themselves into or out of bargains or bets.

Day 3:
*Bard eats breakfast that morning and exits the house to see Booker over by a willow tree studying a tome. He walks over to Booker and upon finding out the origin of the volume studies it with Booker.
*After Booker and Bard finish, Bard decides to agree to be present at Booker’s trial run of his new spells
*Approach MIggle to see if he would craft a cloak of charisma for Bard who has eagle’s splendor to assist with the spell portion

  • Bard wants to find a very nice set of clothes to wear for the infiltration portion of the attack
  • And on the third and final night bard will prepare his gear and weapons alongside Booker and Marcus, playing music and ballads in addition to raise morale

POST END OF ORIGINAL ENGAGEMENT

WEEK 1: Bard travels to crossroads to make contact with the local magistrate and the individuals he has contacted to bring under his employ.

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Experiences

Once you mark the skill amount change, erase it from here.

Goomy – Robert asks if there’s anything you’ll be needing or wanting before Operation Rescue Dangers. He also informs you that during his time as a cohort of The Upholders, he learned that Silva Montag was studying alchemy as well, in pursuit of eternal life. He tells you that Silva appears human in all regards, but he’s still alive somehow. He must be over 300 years old as well. Perhaps he’s found some alchemical formula or discovery that has made it possible. It could be necromancy as well, but it may be worth investigating.
Virgil -

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Dinner Talk - Night 1

While staying at Chateau Greene you each go about your various whims and interests, but at supper time, etiquette dictates that everyone eats together.

The first night’s dinner, held at around 10 PM was a feast to behold.
The appetizer was a platter of potatoes tossed in garlic, herbs and crumbled bacon, served with a smokey, ginger wine. Robert asks a hobgoblin servant named Renaud to bring him a wine called “Gutblut”.

Over the first course, Robert tells you about how he first came to build this house, nearly a hundred years the prior. He explains that after his escape from Demonhold, he came to befriend The Upholders. With his knowledge of the city and several key players, he helped the Upholders, then only comprised of Peren, Silva and a dark man with hollow, sunken, terrible eyes simply referred to as “A”, with the assassination of several key members of the demon hierarchy of Demonhold and Crossroad.
“Things were good at first.” His first settlement was in the northeast, on the coast of Sirencall. “It was nice, for a time. We had snapper twice a week, and I greatly enjoyed fishing. But it didn’t take very long for word of my resurfacing to get to Crossroad.”
He takes a sip of wine and lets the taste simmer. He smiles sadly.
“I awoke one night to find my house burning to the ground around me. ”/characters/obsidiana" class=“wiki-content-link”>Obsidiana and I barely escaped with our lives."
He goes on to explain that after repeated assassination attempts, he lived in Andlosa. Then, during The Cleansing, another assassination attempt was made, this time by The Upholders. Robert broke relations with them and bought a sea vessel and chartered the gulf with his his wife and child. After many weeks drifting, they came across a spot that looked promising: completely encased by mountains on three sides, with the murky ocean on the last. Over the next year they, with the help of the Hobgoblin Horde, he created a safe haven for himself.
“That was…” he has a look as if he’s counting, and says “a hundred years ago or so. Yet it feels like just yesterday Ruby was helping plant out first garden here.” He looks at Ruby with a warm smile. She smiles back, he lips red as crimson and her large dark eyes glistening.
He senses a feeling of confusion at the table, and addresses the guests.
"You by now are aware that we, " referring to Obsidian and Ruby, “age very well. Or perhaps, not well at all, I suppose. I myself am nearly three-hundred and fifty years old. Obsidiana is -”
“A lady doessn’t disscusss her age, dear.” She says coyly as she pours more wine. She wears dark glasses, even at the table, and her hair is kept in a bundle that slightly writhes and curls. Robert smiles, embarrassed.
“Of course. And Ruby is herself just over three-hundred. Isn’t that right sweetie?”
Ruby smiles and says with some difficulty “…I’m….three…..three….three-one-three old….”
“Three-hundred and thirteen. She hasn’t aged almost at all in over fifty years. Maybe grown a half inch. My little girl with outlive the youngest Everwood Tree in the Kingdom at this rate.” He says with a chuckle as the next course is brought out.

Renaud and two others bring in the main course, which is an entire rack of ribs from an elk, covered in a sweet smokey wine sauce on a bed of chickpeas, caramelized onions and peppers. Renaud passes out a bowl of steamed spiced wild rice to each of you. He then brings to the table a baked foccacia bread measuring roughly 12" by 3 feet long, spiced with rosemary, thyme and sage, brushed with goat butter and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.

“Delicious.” Robert begins cutting the rack of ribs. “Also, I learned some valuable news from ”wiki-content-link-not-found">_Content Not Found: jesper_ when we spoke on the way here. He… Oh Jesper? He’s my inside man, as it were. You see, the train system has several conductors, all having been screened by Silva Montag himself. It took Jesper two years of ingratiating himself into the city and the workings of the technology to gain admittance to become a conductor. Silva’s screening process is rigorous and in some ways unethically torturous, Jesper told me, but eventually he attained a position. Anyway, apparently, The Enforcer has been assassinated. I know that we had heard that recently, but my man confirmed it. He overheard talk from one of the ambassadors from the Western Empire. Apparently, a terrorist named Tiresias from a group called the Sightgivers attacked The Enforcer while he was engaged in a duel with Blackfoot, the preeminent blacksmith of the Cognitarium during the Festival of Endless Light. This may be a good thing to use to our advantage. The Enforcer is a hardy hands-on warrior. He would be difficult to deal with." Obsidiana clears her throat sharply, Robert noticing immediately. “If, by chance, it came to that. Which, I hope…” Robert stops his speaking, and glances with distaste at Virgil. “Well, let’s try to make sure we have as little contact with the Upholders as possible.”

Dessert is a raspberry-glazed crunchbread with dried figs and sugar-pecan topping. Ruby seems to enjoy dessert the most, but still remains quiet.

Robert continues. “That was nearly two weeks ago. There is talk among some of the populace about the ambassadors being spies or assassins. I had the pleasure of meeting them briefly earlier this month. They weren’t themselves so keen on gainful employment. I don’t see why not. I’d like to think I’m an excellent boss.” He smiles at Renaud who gives each person a small plate with a wetcloth and utensils. “Absolutely sir. My family is forever indebted to you.” He reciprocates the smiles. “As mine is to your people, Renaud.” Renaud courteously nods. “Anyway, Jesper also mentioned seeing one of the ambassadors earlier this week, on their way to Silvervein. He was an alchemist, with wings. He thought he seemed odd. He was apparently talking to himself, or to some imaginary entity sitting beside him. I was contemplating going to Silvervein myself for my next silver purchase. My own silver mines have all but dried up, and not to mention, the mayor intrigues me.” He crunches into the dessert. He begins shaking his head and laughing. “Did you know that vampires don’t need to eat? I mean, besides a meager amount of blood per day, I don’t need to consume food or water at all. So why do I do it?” He takes another bite and closes his eyes, enjoying the taste. “C’est magnifique…” He swallows. “A life without simple pleasures, no matter how long, is no life at all.” The ending of the meal is coffee and an incensed-tobacco stick to smoke, which Robert informs you is a traditional Hobgoblin after-meal ritual. Renaud begins clearing the table, but Robert shoos him away, telling him to take a rest and that he’s been fantastic the entire night. Renaud thanks him, and tells him that he quite enjoys having guests, and that to expect a delicious quiche in the morning. As Robert is clearing the table, Ruby shrieks and slams her fist down into the hard wooden table, clattering the dishes, then scrambles away from the table, her arm swiping and smashing several plates and glasses. Obsidiana rushes to her as Robert quickly puts down the dishes and does the same. Ruby falls to the floor writhing and screaming. “GET OFF ME!” She claws at her arms as if wiping away some crawling thing, opening up cuts in her forearms. “GET THEM OFF ME! THEYRE CRAWLING THEYRE EVERYWHERE!” “Honey!” Robert grabs Ruby by the arms to restrain her. He quickly takes off a black leather bracelet Ruby is wearing, folds it in half and tells Ruby to open her mouth. Obsidiana attempts to restrain Ruby’s arms. Ruby continues to spasm and then her eyes go wide and she says “HE’S HERE! HELP, MOM MOM HELP HE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL!” She flails madly and sends a sharp slash to Robert, tearing a gash down his face that immediately seeps blood. She screams and kicks and lands a hard kick into Obsidiana’s side, sending her reeling a few feet away. Obsidiana rushes back to her. Robert secures her legs and one arm as Ruby bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. “HE’S MADE OF CRAWLING THINGS!” Robert shoves the leather into her mouth and she bites down into it. Obsidiana secures her other arm by kneeling on it, and she takes off her glasses. “Shhhh, darling it’s ok, just look at mommy. Look into my eyes. Shhhh. Just look.” Obsidiana grabs the sides of Ruby’s head and forces her to stare into her eyes. The black in Ruby’s eyes then fills the entirety of the space, and there is a crackling sound. “Shhhhh, it’s okay my love. Shhhh, don’t see them. Don’t see them…” Ruby makes a moaning of pain as her eyes begin to turn to a pitch black stone and crack and break. Her breathing slows and her flailing weakens. Robert’s face drizzles blood from the severe gash. Obsidiana repeats “Shhhh. It’s ok…” as she stares into her daughters eyes, which have now become layered chunks and chips of obsidian stone. Ruby stops writhing and her breathing becomes slow as the leather drops from her open mouth. The room is quiet and still, besides the ragged breathing of Obsidiana and Robert. They help Ruby to her feet and into a chair. She slowly pulls pieces of obsidian off of her face and out of her eye socket, revealing a supernaturally fast healing of her eyes. “It’s ok darling. Are you ok?” Obsidiana retrieves her glasses from the floor and puts them back on. Ruby simply nods and then says “I’m hungry.” Robert gives a relieved sigh-chuckle and says “I’ll grab your favorite.” He gets up and goes to the kitchen. Obsidiana caresses Ruby’s black hair and addresses the guests. “I’m sorry. She hasn’t had an episode like this in a few weeks. It must be all the excitement. She’ll be fine. We’re a hardy bunch.” She smiles, and Robert comes back into the room holding a small chalice filled with what appears to be a slushed-ice mixed with a deep-red syrup. You can smell a metallic tinge wafting from it’s direction. Ruby sluggishly begins eating. “Well, I think it’s about time to retire for the night. Renaud will show you to your rooms.”
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Booker's Account of the Journey so far.

Andlosa .is a short distance away from Bubblebrook, where i am to meet the advocate of The group i will join. Bubblebrook is an odd town, for sure, but seriously, THIS is the location Greene sent me to to meet up with his troop? Might as well set up shop. As I set up a table and spread out my wares, a frog man wobbled over to me. Despite the fact that he had vestigial looking wings, I decided that this is not out of ordinary, at least, not in Bubblebrook. After losing a fair bit of gold to my puzzlebox game (they always do), he proceeded to introduce himself to me as Goomy. This pint sized mutation was my welcome party. What am I getting myself into? Oh well. We got on the train as he explained to me a little more about our mission.
After some time on the train we arrived at our destination, about a kilometer outside of Little Ruby. Walking down the path we came upon a great wooden gate, which the rest of the party opened from the inside. Two men of elvish descent and a large wolf await me inside. Behind them, a smoking Visage; a pile of burning mannequin. Creepy. They didn’t explain much, just that another of their group had abandoned them, but I didn’t inquire much. After short introductions, we wandered into the cave, Mindflayers on our minds. We stayed for a while in the city of Little Ruby, and I made friends with a Hobgoblin named Pallio, who ended up being our guide. After staying at his house, we descended into the Darkness below. After fighting some bats, we decided to rest, until we saw a mindflayer “rip” Pallios’ “fucking brain out”. In a vengeful rage, we sprung into action, shooting and slashing at the flayer, until, in a mad dash, I dove into the air, plunging my rapier into the mindflayers’ chest.

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Marcus's Account of the Journey (In Progress)
Jesus christ my fingers oh god why

Chapter One: One hell of a day.

I awoke within a cage, no recollection of how I ended up there. It was dark, cavelike, and I knew immediately that I was stripped of my clothing. After some searching, A pouch fumbled into my grasp that contained some candles. I had stumbled upon some flint while in the darkness of the cage and I shakily lit the candle after some time had passed. I was greeted with the site of a horrifically mutilated Drow in a cage near me who appeared to have been experimented on, his body twitching violently. The room around me was very tidy- a desk, some supplies, and a bed were within sight. I attempted to pick the lock of the cage with a sharpened stone to no avail, the stone breaking miserably within my grasp. Brilliantly, I threw a lit candle on the straw bed in the room hoping to invoke some kind of reaction in the cave somewhere. Genius idea, as smoke then filled the room, impairing my breathing. I desperately located a weak point on the cage and pulled with all of my might, managing to create a big enough hole for me to weasel through. Running to the desk, I gathered what appeared to be my old belongings and some useful supplies before running out into the cave system. As I continued along the winding tunnels, the noise of what sounded like combat of sorts greeted me, and I was no shape to fight so I went down an opposite path away from the noise. The walls around me began to slowly change into an onyx colored crystal substance, and I found myself descending further underground. I became intrigued as I reached a large, circular room containing a sheet of white crystal spanning across the chamber. The room I entered was oddly funnel shaped, with the white crystal acting as a flooring over the middle. I decided the jump into the funnel and slide down the rock (being the daredevil that I am,) and I reached the floor unharmed…But the floor cracked, as did my happiness. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet shattered, throwing me into a 400 foot free fall. I grabed one of the metal rebars that I had previously ripped off of the cage and plunged it into the funnel wall, managing to hang from one hand. I quickly took stock of my surrounding. The darkness below me confirmed just how high up I was dangling. A large, red crystal was mounted within the middle of the funnel and I detected a large amount of magic emanating from it. At this point, I began to lose my grip on the rebar, and I decided to use every last ounce of my strength to haul myself on top of the bar, kin to sitting on top of a slanted roof. From the perch I newly acquired, I warily observed the crystal. What was that thing? My observation was cut short, however, as I noticed a large, black golem looking construct approaching the crystal and staring at me. A devilish thought entered my head-perhaps this thing is here to guard the crystal? I decided to test out my theory. I drew my pistol and aimed it directly at the crystal. The golem then proceeded to light up in a flash and pursue me. (Fucking wonderful idea Marcus, great.) I furiously climbed up the funnel trying to get away from my pursuer, and once I reached the top, made a mad dash through the cave system. Eventually, as I continued to run, I was once again greeted by the sounds of a struggle-what I believed to be a scorpion of some sorts. I decided to head towards the sound and became greeted by a very peculiar sight. Within the cavernous room before me , I observed a man wielding a rapier, a Bard, and a frog man engaged in combat with a giant scorpion. No thought went through my head as my years of combat training took over. I drew my pistol and took aim at the scorpion, whose back was currently turned to me. I fired a shot directly at the weak spot between its carapace and scored a satisfying direct hit. The scorpion writhed in pain as my shot proved to be the final blow, and I looked before me at the people. The man with the rapier was heavily wounded, possibly poisoned as he was then sprawled out on the ground, so I approached the Bard meaning to inquire what the hell was going on. The bard (Very rudely, I might add.) disregarded me and ran to attend to the unconscious man. I was greeted by the frog man who introduced himself to me as Goomy. He told me that their party was employed by Robert Greene in order to create a cure for insanity that has been recently gripping the country. Interestingly enough, they came here to acquire the brain of a Mindflayer, which they managed to obtain. I decided to accompany them, and I took them to my original cell room in order to rest and attend to the man with the rapier. After some squabbling with the Bard, we eventually brought the unconscious man back to reality. He introduced himself to me as Booker Mendohlsen, and informed me more about their quest. Robert Greene seeks the cure specifically for his daughter, and the only person in the Kingdom that knows how to make it is Doctor Carlyle Young from Lifespring. Ole’ Doc Carlyle can apparently concoct a cure out of a set list of ingredients that are pretty difficult to obtain, one of which being the Mindflayer brain. I pondered over the information given to me before I entered my slumber within the chamber, the rest of the party following suit. I wonder how I ended up in that cage? Perhaps some questions are better left unanswered.

Chapter Two: The cage of…well, definitely not anything pleasant.

Upon awakening in the chamber, I noticed a man I did not recognize within the room. Goomy informed me that the man’s name was Vergil, a member of their party who had fallen unconscious and had yet to awaken. The group now readied to depart, and we all planned our next course of action. I agreed to accompany the group on their quest for the cure…after all, what wondrous things will I learn on such a journey? All of us now traveled along the cave system, searching for a way out. Eventually, I began to sense what smelled like fresh air coming from a cave path (As did the rest of the group) and we decided to pursue that lead. I had fallen a bit behind the group and picked up on something following us, spurring me to run ahead. Bard and Booker had entered a large room, and I shouted to them that something was pursuing us from the path we entered. The party then grinded into action, sprinting down the hallway towards the scent of fresh air. Goomy and Booker ran ahead while the Bard and I tarried back in order to set traps for our pursuer…what came into sight was an ooze, (quite ugly, I might add) slowly advancing towards the party. The bear traps that Bard and I had set uselessly went off as the ooze passed over them, and we decided to flee towards the direction Goomy and Booker went. They apparently reached a dead end, as Goomy expended a sandstone solution to eat away the cave floor beneath them, and the two had taken Vergil and descended into the artificial hole. Bard quickly climbed down into the hole, and I, once again being quite the daredevil, decided to do a dazzling leap into the hole. I clumsily hit my head on a rock and shakily hit the bottom floor, luckily only injuring my pride. A fantastic sight greeted my eyes. We had reached a magnificently large hallway, certainly not the normal cave, that slanted downwards into darkness. Doors aligned either side of the hallway as I descended into the darkness, Booker following behind me accompanied not far by the Bard and Goomy. After walking for a period of time, we reached a massive sized wooden door leading into a room of equally impressive size. At this point, I knew I was getting myself into a very ominous situation…why else would this area be hidden at the bottom of such a desolate cave system? We all entered the room, and were greeted with the sight of multiple doors, some shut, some open, and another hallway that appeared as an exit to the chamber. As we all stared in awe of what we stumbled upon, the faint voice of a child crying for help echoed throughout the room, seeming to come from behind one of the locked doors. Booker and the Bard went over to investigate the sound, but I decided to investigate more of the surrounding room, curiosity getting the best of me. I first entered an open door to my immediate left. Within the room lied the corpse of a Sarenrae priest and a few supplies, nothing too major. I decided to loot the priest of his robes and stumbled across an interesting letter addressed to Father Abraham, which I pocketed within my packs.

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Re-re-updated - Marcus's Many Musically Meaningful Maybe More Megalomanically Major Musings
The Downtime of a Genius Inventor

The first day, Marcus Friedman will attempt to achieve the following:

  • Train more with Miggle, learn more about any crafting that he has done and the such.
    - Miggle doesn’t enjoy the idea of suddenly having an apprentice, but under the request of Robert Greene, he acquiesces. Miggle explains that the essence of crafting isn’t about the planning or the work, it’s about the vision. He continues. "There are a hundred better craftsmen out there than me, I’m sure, but they spend their time hunting gold or fame or some other equally idiotic venture. The real goal is to change the world for the better. I came under the tutelage of Rob many years ago, when I was still an ungrateful, naive shitstain like you or you friends, no offense, and since then I’ve had the opportunity to use my skills to begin creating what I think will alter the course of this nations history.
    How do you respond?
    *I respond thus: “Perhaps what I’m doing currently won’t alter the course of this nations history, but I’m looking for inspiration to do so. This is the beginning of my journey.” I then ask what the hell he is planning to create.
    He tells you he’s trying to create a Unified-Universal-Theory, a scientific integration and explanation of magic. He’s currently studying the effects of magnetic minerals and their interaction with other substances. He explains that he believes there are emanations, or power fields, in existence that we cannot see or smell or touch, but have an effect nonetheless. He hopes that with enough research he can prove it. It is with Robert’s wealth and power that he’s been able to secure some of the most arcane tomes of knowledge about the subjects.
  • Craft an arm and a leg out of adamantine and begin work modifying them to become weapons.
    Miggle has the materials handy, but still requires you to give him 2,000 gold. When asked why, he merely responds with: “The things we value most very often are valued not for their use but as justification for the price we paid for them. Also, I’m planning on taking a vacation to Andlosa soon, and I want a high-dollar whore. And finally, because I said so, goddamnit.”
    After you pay the ill-tempered gnome, he informs you that: “One does not simply craft any damned thing out of adamantine. What the hell do you carve it with? Super-adamantine? Ah! You see, most adamantine-crafting actually begins in the forge! Follow my instructions.”
    He tells you that adamantine is predominantly crafted by melting it and pouring it into pre-crafted clay molds, then modified with diamond-tipped tools. He instructs you to first create a mold from clay, then he’ll teach you about the forging process.
  • Begin pondering the nature of electricity and its intricate functions. Inspired by Miggle’s interest in “power fields”, Marcus begins to wonder of the possibilities of having the ability to harness such power. He would like to spend the entire day researching and pouring over tomes of incidents concerning anything unusual with electricity. (For instance, if something appeared to be more electrical or not.)
    - Miggle allows you access to the tomes he’s gathered over the years. Make a Perception check. ___21___
    - You study the ponderous volumes for hours, searching for anything that could spark an idea. After a solid day of reading, you discover two things. The first is an account by an Andlosan scholar named Thales, in his short volume titled “Differences in Materials for Useful Applications”. The book is a series of anecdotal essays describing experiments creating everyday tools out of different materials to try to find the best materials for the job. An entire story is devoted to an experiment where Thales made hair brushes from different materials, and found that while using a hair brush made from glass, it had the tendency to shock him. He investigated this phenomenon and found that by rubbing glass against fur, or silk, it somehow charges the glass with a small lightning bolt, similar to a wizards wand. Yet it was proved by a wizard friend casting Detect Magic on the glass that it was a non-magical effect. The story concludes with a call for more research into this. The book is 18 years old.
    The second story you find to be of interest is from the book series “The Stranger World” by Augustus Derleth, a series Miggle says is “An interesting read. Auggie was a collector of odd stories and unexplained phenomenon. I always read the stories of the strange and unusual. Why? Because very often, you can catch the the undiscovered by following the trail of the unexplained.” Miggle points you to a corner of the library, an entire shelf full of small, 25-50 pg leatherbound journals. The shelf has a small wooden plaque that reads “The Stranger World”. There are easily 150-200 journals. Any given journal has a theme, some as simple as “Missing Persons” or “Timeshift” or “The Whispering Mountains”, and any given journal has 2-6 short stories.
    - Where do you start?
    - Make a Perception Check and an Intelligence Check (d20 + Int Modifier) Intelligence ___21___ Perception ___17___
  • At night, take shifts with Booker Mendohlson in order to identify his apparent problem. Marcus is very concerned with his friend.

Day two:

  • If possible, further training with Miggle, asking even more questions about craft materials/ideas. Marcus wants to ask Miggle about the properties of adamantine and how flexible it can become.
    - Miggle complainingly answers your questions, telling you about adamantium’s hardness and ability to withstand damage. He explains that the best armors in the world tend to be made from adamantium, but it’s dubiously difficult to mine and ever harder to find. "At one point Rob had four adamantium mines in operation. That was twelve years ago, and since then The Cockholders have taken two of them by forth and destroyed another. The fourth was in Ironpeak, and as of a year ago we lost communication with our entire mining operation. When we went to check on them, we found the team slaughtered and the mine collapsed.
  • Purchase or acquire pure Adamantium from Robert Greene’s establishment.
  • Marcus would like to test the sniper rifle he created, testing its damage, capability, range, and actual effectiveness. Begin to toy with the possibility of Adamantium themed weapons, for style if any reason at all.
    - You set a dummy target up at 100 feet, and fire. Roll a to-hit. _____18_____ (Against the Dummy’s touch AC, for what its worth.)
    - You aim the sniper rifle and fire. You see the front of the chest of the dummy explode into debris, slightly off where you were aiming. You go to insect the shot and find that your hit was clean through the upper right shoulderpiece of the dummy. Twenty feet behind, you see an injured rabbit. The bullet must have passed through and hit the rabbit as well.
  • More research over electricity will be done. Marcus would like to study the very interaction of electrical elementals and their impact on the environment. This is because any information on how begin experimenting with harnessing it will prove helpful, because the likes of it has never been done.
    - You pore over another Tome called “On The Nature of Elemental Beings” written by Researcher Fitzhugh Lovelace. Make a Perception Check. ____23____
    - After a bit of research, you learn that elemental creatures typically are arrogant and self-interested at best, and at worst, untrustworthy and dangerous to interact with. There are several recorded instances of highly powerful mages and clerics binding elementals (specifically, air and lightning elementals) in the service of powering mechanical devices. One such instance was the for the powering of the train system. Another instance was during the creation of a sword called Vakkaras, said to be made of the soul of a fire elemental. Another story states that according to at least a handful of scholars, elementals may just be splinters of a larger, more primordial race of beings.
  • Continue drafting modifications to weaponize the Adamantium limbs, focusing today on the arm. Marcus will carve a hole in the palm of the hand, allowing for a chamber to be drilled through the arm joint. The gun mechanism will fire only when the arm is straight, locking the joint into place similar to the hammer of a revolver. The size of the chamber will allow for three shotgun bullets to be mounted within the chamber. The chamber can be ejected by pressing a button located on the upper part of the arm which will effectively spring out the chamber underneath the arm, allowing for reloading without having to completely remove the arm from its socket. The design will look fluid and not chunky, with the button having a “Stealth design” (not literally hidden or anything) similar to awesomely modeled auxiliary cords.
    -- Roll a Craft Engineering Check. ___20____
    - You successfully craft the modification. Use the stats for the Musket, found here, for the stats.

*Continue to aid Booker with his problem.

Day three:

  • Attempt to make a shotgun out of adamantium with all the normal workings of a regular shotgun, just to see if it works, no other specific reason at this time.
    -- Craft Engineering Check ____29______
    - Miggle informs you that if you intend to continue “pilfering my metal stockpiles faster than a starving Rust Monster, you’d better have the decency to bring some back from Andlosa”. You successfully create a shotgun.
  • Use any information previously gained about electricity and begin CONDUCTING experiments. (Marcus would like to create a lightning rod out of Iron surrounded by a copper wire and multiple electrodes strung between the creation, and observe if lightning strikes the rod, then providing substance for all future experiments.)
  • After Marcus’s talk with Robert, he was inspired to invent more spectacular things. Spending some time wondering how one could travel faster, Marcus immediately looked to the skies. He would like to craft a Gyrocopter and present his prototype to Robert, informing him that with his help and some time, Marcus can make something like this much faster, and much larger. Craft check for the creation: ___25___
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RE - Re-re-Updated - Brave Booker's Ballin Bash Before Bookers Big Brutal Battle

Over the 3-4 day downtime, Booker would like to do the following:
– Day One:
● Create a Hand mounted drill weapon (like Bioshock
- You successfully create an auger hand-weapon. The handhold is made from a bronze allow with the drill being made of tempered steel. Miggle looks at the creation with his own sense of approval, saying “It doesn’t look entirely like a mangled cock. You may very well actually impress me one day!”

● Create two large, long cables (40 ft each, copper wire) and 8 metal arrows (entire shaft is metal)
- Robert Greene allows you access to a large on-site manufacturing area where Miggle is gets his supplies. The warehouse is easily the size of a large citadel, with the side walls extending back into the side of the nearby mountain. You enter the warehouse, accompanied by Miggle, who is complaining that this is his area, and if one ingot or wire is unacccounted for, he’ll drug you and confine you to a sea-faring auto-raft of his own invention. After a few hours, you and Miggle craft the cables using a forge that runs the length of the western wall.

●Solve Jeeves
- You attempt to solve Jeeves. You succeed, and he begins purring. He says "I learned that noise from the furred beast I saw last night.
– First Night:
● Have Marcus sleep in my room and take shifts with me to make sure no one enters in the night (the previous night where my room was destroyed scared me)
- You fall asleep, with Marcus gazing at you lovingly, or was that a look of concern for what the night could hold? Your dreams are vivid and dark, and the sound of the forest calls to you. Marcus watches you for hours, and just as he is beginning to feel the effects of sleep deprivation, he lazily glances over at you. What he sees is unlike anything he’s seen before.
"He watches closely as Booker’s skin begins to twitch. Slight muscle spasms start at feet and work their way to Booker head, and soon it looks as if he’s trembling violently. Marcus considers waking you, but under the circumstances, decides to watch for a moment longer, for the sake of understanding. After a few minutes of trembling, Booker’s body lies still, but his breathing is short, ragged and labored. The breathing stops. Marcus draws closer, unsure of what to do. He says “Booker?” No reply. He hovers over Booker’s face, his head to the side, listening for breath. Nothing. Marcus turns to face Booker, only to see the eyes of something else. Large, bloodshot pupils, yellow and beastly.
Marcus cries out and falls backwards off the bed, kicking Booker in the side. When Marcus recovers, he sees a groggy Booker holding his side, asking what happened. His eyes appear to have returned to their normal hue and size.
Marcus explains what has happened to him.
- How does Booker respond?
For the rest of the time at the mansion, I tell no one, and shy away from all other members of the group, namely Virgil. I ask Jeeves what he saw.
- Jeeves tells you he saw a small, four legged beast the first night. It had pointed ears, and made a sound like “meerrow” and was chasing a smaller four legged beast, until the second beast ran under the dresser. Later, in the dark of the room, he heard you trembling, then a growling and “felt” a figure get out of the bed. After that, it was the sound of the smashing of furniture and smaller items. It was night, and the room was nearly pitch black, but he saw soem figure approach the window. It was large, bipedal and furred. The thing looked out the window. He then heard footsteps outside the door, and Robert Greene ask if everything was alright. He heard the thing at the window sniff and make some small groan of a noise, and then retreat into the bed, breathing differently, like afraid. After that he heard just breathing, until morning.
Jeeves also asks you to somehow modify him to be able to shut off, or go to sleep in some way, or to give him some form of movement. He explains that he enjoys taking in the experiences of the world, but when the group is sleeping and he’s immobile it gets quite boring and lonely.

- Day Two:
● Create some spells, spend the entire day in the backyard with Jeeves tweaking and testing them.
● Create Booker’s Artificial Skeleton
- You successfully craft a working artifical skeleton, fully articulating.
● Solve Jeeves
- You fail. Jeeves inquires about the ethics of mocking his creator for not being able to solve him, then decides to keep the jab to himself.

- Night Two:

● Have Marcus stay again or perhaps sleep in another room if problems persist.

Day Three:
● Spar with anyone who will agree to do so, practicing combat techniques as well as
● Study Carlyle’s Tome under a nearby willow tree.
- Carlysle Young‘s tome is old, seemingly ancient. It is about 9" by 12" and 5 inches thick. It’s pages are filled with everything from journal entries to spells, to treatises on the ethics of animal testing. There are poems, songs, anatomical drawings of flora and fauna, to-do lists, grocery lists, sketches of landscapes, pressed flowers here and there, and an occasional partially-drafted letter.
- After an initial reading, you find nothing too spectacular, although there is a section devoted to cooking recipes, and you stumble across one entitled “The Quiche of Legends”. Most of the book was dense and difficult to read, and after the strange night you had, you find it difficult to concentrate.

● Modify the look of my Helmet. You make several minor modifications in the time you spend on it. Make a Craft: Blacksmithing check.
● Solve Jeeves and do whatever Jeeves wants to do
Roll a Craft: You solve Jeeves. He vows with determination to be mmore difficult to solve. He also asks if you’ve given any thought to possibly giving him legs, wings or something to that effect.

Also, at some point I would like to discuss with everyone a new plan Addition. My new spells will require test subjects, witnesses and critiques. I would like Marcus To be present (as always) and perhaps Goomy or

Bard. I’ll send you some of the spells I’m making, as some of the testing may have ramifications I am not privy to.

In response to Jeeves’ requests, I ask Jeeves more specifically what he would like, and tell him I could make him a body, like the skeleton, or a floating head, or perhaps create several modifications in my constructs to allow him to pilot them all, that way he can switch it up if need be. I ask him what I’d like to do and ask Robert if I could have a small budget of gold for Jeeves’ cut of the mission, and inform him that he can take it out of my pay if he’s more comfortable with that. I always refer to Jeeves as if he were a member of the Team

Jeeves: “I would like a body similar to yours. You don’t need to make me super strong or sleek or anything, but I would love to be able to feel the world around me.”

Robert Greene inquires about the nature of Jeeves. After a brief talk, Robert asks you to create 10 more puzzleboxes in a similar fashion. He thinks they would make excellent additions to many of the stores he has stake in, and insists that a talking puzzlebox could possibly do better as a familiar than many other creatures. He tells you he’ll pay you 200g per puzzlebox you make him, plus, he will consider Jeeves a valuable team asset with his own compensation.
-- Your response: I ask Jeeves how he would feel about it, and if he’s okay with it, I am too. I ask Jeeves if he’d rather have a human body, or a construct one.
- Jeeves: “I think I’d like to try them both. A construct…? That’s something without skin right? I’ll try that first. I like the faces you all make when you eat things. You look really happy. I would like to be able to be happy eating things too. What’s it called with you see something with your mouth? Anyway, I’m excited. I imagine myself tall.”

Dane____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I take Jeeves outside and talk with him while the sun sets. "Jeeves, I enjoy our talks, and I value your opinions. You are a true friend to me. Now about the sleeping issue, it is something more than mechanical or magical I believe, and im not sure to go about it. Since you are the essence of my mind combined with pure magical energy, solidified into a personality of your own, sleeping is something that you may be able to do and not know how to yet. As for the issue of your body, I can give you a body within the next few days, but there are a few kinks that accompany that: First, if you have a body the size of me, you will be prioritized as a target while we fight things, and it’s very possible you could be hurt. You will be able to deal some damage as well, and im not opposed to this, but i guess im just like a parent, not in the way that im in control of you, but in the way that i feel responsible for you, and i fear for your safety. Secondly, Metal cannot taste, or as far as i know, feel. Although you’re not just a hunk of metal, your ability to see and hear and speak are magical aspects. Perhaps magic could assist us in that problem or Inhabiting a living vessel might work. There are other items like you, that are intelligent, and there are stories of people being taken over by them. This action is forceful, and is not what I wish to happen. This transformation is a big deal, not only for you, but for the world. You’re going to set the standard for intelligent items everywhere, and you should be proud and want to be a role model for this reason. Not all items deserve life, Jeeves, some are dangerous. It is wrong to take control of the innocent, and I think that in the long run, you would feel better, and get more enjoyment out of having a body that is unique to you. We could always get someone who is comatose, but we might be able to “Grow” a body for you. For now, I suggest I create for you a temporary vessel using magic and steel or copper. Would you like a bulky build, or perhaps a slimmer build. Currently I am working on a few new things, the spells we made yesterday. I used the body type of an Orc and a Drow for two of them, a skeleton for another, and a floating head for the final one. We should put you in one of those for a while so you can get the feel of having a bit of freedom, and while we figure out how to get you a living vessel, if you should wish it.
This transformation will cause us to gain a reputation, Namely, with the Druids. They will no doubt see this as a mockery of life, and they could even wish to end your life. We should be aware of this.
Also, there is the situation of what happened in the last few nights. For the purposes of your safety, im going to have to ask you to run away should anything happen where whatever i am decides to turn on you.
Last, but Not least, i would like to ask you if there is anything you would like me to do differently as far as the way that I address you, treat you in conversation, or conduct myself. Should you have a problem, we should talk about it, it’s always best to talk about serious problems out in the open, that way they can be resolved.

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From Lifespring to Cindervale (Kroato) to Little Ruby (Manniquin Hell)

People Met:
Carlysle Young – Quirky guy who is often told to stop being weird. Said to be the best doctor in Lifespring
Patrick – Guy who followed Rain into this campaign, abandoned the quest at Lifespring, is an asshole
Pierre – Magic item shop guy who was cured of the insanity by Carlyle
Frederick Hopshaus – Owner of The Salve which burned down after Terrance caught the place on fire.
Terrence Gillybills – Guy who we killed in Lifespring, who burned the Salve down, and attempted to woo a girl.
Place’s Went:
The Salve – Bar/Inn in Lifespring
Items Encountered:
Warp Touch Water – Water that has been tainted with the warp touch Anomaly
Aberration Gland – A black gland from and unknown Aberration
+1 Stave
Soot Covered Scry Ring
Decrepit Knife
Alexi Volk’s Bow
Other Stuff of Note
Ash Fissure – Large fissures in the ground that burn and spew out ash
Creature From The Deep – Large Black thing in the lake around Little Ruby, Elijah is the only one who knows of its existence for certain, Dane knows, but lost his memory as soon as contact was affirmed.

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