Thursday, January 28, 2010

The Chime of Echoes and a Place to Rest

Tiny, our Dwarven Cleric, slowly made this way through the hallway, carefully checking for some sort of hidden entrance to the section of the building that we could not explore. One thing we had learned in our early adventures was that Tiny was exceptionally perceptive and insightful. He could notice details and subtle clues that the rest of us ignored too easily.

Eventually, Tiny found a latch that opened a hidden door to this mysterious section. Behind the door was a sealed bedroom, one that was much more formal than the other rooms in the building. The room was filled with knickknacks (which Bran, our Halfling Rogue, proceeded to gather).

On the desk was a tray, and on the tray was a strange chime. Kale, our Human Mage, examined the chime carefully and told us that it was a Chime of Echoes. This odd device had the ability to capture sounds that were spoken around it and repeat those sounds when activated. This chime had captured something earlier, and Kale fiddled with the device to get sounds to repeat.

The chime made a droning ring, and someone started speaking in old war language. The voice spoke of cataloguing the library and of finding books that would provide protection from the executors. Perhaps these were the destroyed books that we had discovered earlier. If this was true, we did not have the proper protection against the executors. What would happen if we were to encounter one of them?

Kale kept the chime, and we decided to take the residuum that we recovered from the Rust Monsters and the Halfling corpse and enchant our weapons and armor. For Garg, we made a Curseforged Armor; for Bran, a Duelist's Rapier (to replace his eaten one); and for Tiny, a Summoned Armor. We needed every advantage we could get in this hostile world -- we had no idea what we would be up against.

The hidden bedroom seemed to be the ideal place to sleep for the night. There, we rested, as the thoughts of this Siege World, the animata, the Rust Monsters, and the Centenarch swirled through our minds.

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