Downtime Role Playing

Shaped/Breaching Charges -

You can convert any standard grenade into a planted explosive. You need to use the Engineering skill following standard crafting rules. You can make an item equal or lower level item level than your level. This type of explosive has a 5ft blast but deals triple damage against objects.

This must be attached to a detonator via the same Engineering with a DC of 10+the item number. There are two modes for planting explosives - You can take 1min to set up a charge which will bypass an amount of object hardness equal to your Engineering Check -10. Or you can take 10min to set up your charge in which case your ignore the full amount of your Engineering Check in hardness.

Hexor would like to -

- Get paperwork granting them legal status as a mercenary company in Ma'rant, along with any type of meet up with any higher ranking officers, on our way to meet the General.

- Sell off all the misc loot I have in the bag of holding. Roughly 31,250 of items.

- Craft the Cloaker Cloak and Voice box into their items, which was a Cloak of Displacement and something else.

- Look around town for magical items that might be sitting around. Of specific interest are - a pair of magical short swords, a set of magical leather armor, a ring/cloak of protection, Bracers of Armor (+2), any wands, a scroll of the Sending (3rd) spell, Wall of Force (5th), Life Transference (3rd),  Fire Shield (4th), and Modify Memory (5th).
- - If we have the time, I would rather make my items, not the scrolls but everything else. I would just need the final costs of the items, then I will work out the crafting costs.

"He touched on the subject during my time training here once or twice, but at the time it was of little use to me as I was more focused on other training. The tome we received from the Archmage should have more than enough notes on the basics of the process, after that all we need is time and effort." He replies in elven, gesturing back toward the dome.

"The average drow is too vain to submit to permanent body modification, but some are willing, under the right circumstances, to make a few adjustments. The claw of a scorpion, the fangs of a spider, the chitinous shell of a centipede—all come in useful, from time to time. For most drow, temporary physical alterations via a fleshcrafting poison provide enough of an advantage for most short-term goals. More permanent alterations involve the terror of fleshwarping and offer larger benefits, but come with numerous drawbacks," Hexor says as you walk. "All permanent alterations run the risk that the procedure will result in death," he adds with a shrug.

Hexor **** his head to the side, looking at Halan curiously.

"Do I?" He asks softly. He shakes his head a moment later.

"Fleshwarping is less in your wheel house than the name would suggest, but I should be fine." He turns and walks to the doorway, before stopping with one hand on the side.

"However," he says, half turning his head. "If you feel I've been gone overly long, it would be best to leave me behind and get out of this place." He leaves without waiting for an answer.

*A few hours pass*

Hexor returns finally, looking terrible. He is limping, holding his chest, covered in sweat. He offers a half smile, before taking a step forward into the room, eyes rolling into the back of his head, falling forward and smacking his shoulder in the bed, landing on the floor and laying unmoving.

A check shows that he is still alive, if only barely, but exhausted.

"I wouldn't worry overly much, my people here aren't very talkative to outsiders," he says aloud in elven. "Sadly, most drow born on the surface do not speak this language anyway, and most of the people here speak enough elven to get by. Besides, dealing with my people is similar to dealing with any dangerous animal. Be confident, be aggressive, and it doesn't hurt to wound a few to warn off the others," he finishes, tapping his jaw by the ear and nodding upwards.

Looking up you can see one of the drow on watch bears a visible scar in that exact location.

After a few minutes of waiting, there is soft *click click click* and the entire wall in front of them lowers silently to the ground, covering a section of fast flowing river on the other side. Another drow in very ornate robes is waiting for you on the other side, she nods her head toward the two of you.

"The Archmage awaits thee in his chambers," she says before turning and walking back toward the center of the island.

As they walk, no few heads turn to follow them and no doubt many whispers fly even faster. Hexor walks with a confident stride, looking neither left nor right. If you remember this island is dominated by large mushrooms, most nearly 20ft around at the smallest, and the drow here have taken to fashioning themselves homes within these stalks, not unlike they elves of the surfaces, though making that comment aloud might be a good way to get a dagger in the back.

The center of the island is dominated by a large tower of black metal, obviously a magical creation, with two guards in full plate and glaives posted outside. Hexor again brings up the runestone, and now that you've seen it more closely, it is nearly identical to the one he gave Halan those many weeks ago, though the specific rune is different. The guards, seeing the stone, step back and allow entrance.

The Archmage Solom Ned'razak stands waiting within as you enter. His tower, stangely for drow, has a small fireplace burning in one corner illumiating the area, though not providing any heat. There are stacks and shelves of books, a pair of small tables, a single large chair near the firelight, and a central staircase spiraling both up and down. Hexor moves before the Archmages and offers a deep bow.

"Greetings, Archmage Ned'razak," he offers from his bow.

"Greetings to you as well, and your companion, though I did not expect one," The Archmages offers in reply. "You've returned long before I expected, it has been barely months since you were last here. What brings you to me?" He says folding his hands within his robes.

"My tasks are threefold, Archmage," he begins and pulls out the tome on Spellweaving. "We recovered this tome during our travels and I recall studying something similar within your own collection." With a gesture the book floats from Hexor into the Archmage's waiting hand. He flips it open randomly and reads for a moment, before closing it. He walks over to a nearby shelf and looks over the books there before pulling out a smaller one.

"As you know there are many, nearly endless, paths within the Art and no two mages are identical in walking it," He walks over and hands the two books to Halan. "This path is one few find worth in traveling, but it does offer some measure of power to those that do. If I recall, it allows a skilled mage to weave two spells together, losing some power from both but combining the effects into a single casting. Handy skill to have should you be limited to the lesser forms of . . .," he **** his head to the side for a moment, before narrowing is eyes are Hexor, who simply nods.

You feel the mental connection of the Hivemind break, and a few wordless moments pass between the drow before Solom speaks aloud.

"We knew this could happen. You were warned before you under went the Right that it could greatly increase your magical endurance, but also limit your access to the higher levels of magic. Is this a constant effect or an outlier?" He falls silent, bringing a finger up to tap his chin, lost in thought. "We don't have enough information to work from yet. A pity you were the only survivor."

(I honestly couldn't remember anything other than Deathmaker lol.)

"Outsiders are generally not very welcome among my people, which is why I asked you, as you can disguise yourself quite easily, and even if it is seen through, it is the effort that makes the difference. My . . ," Hexor pauses for a moment, before activating the Hivemind with just Halan.

"My powers feel different now, after that fight. I feel as if my understanding of the abilities has grown, but I have not broken into learning anything new. It was my assumption that I would have the ability to use such magic myself by now, but I cannot grasp it. Vexor is little help in this, being caught up in mysteries of her own at the moment, so I seek information from the only other source I can think of. Of all the others, you alone understand the implications of such limitations for one such as myself." (He pauses a moment to allow Halan to reply in the Hivemind if he chooses)

Speaking aloud - "I understand your intent with Tali'shale, especially now, and if that is more pressing, then my trip can wait."