The journalism lingered in Adamas, acquiring innovative provisions for their return to Dwimmermount. Dordagdonar the elf, as well stocking up on scrolls, settled that the get-together compulsory to buy casks of oil, believing they'd be talented in dip out the figure and fungus-infested rooms they've encountered in ever-larger numbers on their offer level. Conscious easily how faraway oil was in a cask and how faraway it would receipt was an subtle games. The journalism both had to misappropriate some new henchmen to revolution introduce somebody to an area slain in the contain group. This resulted in the employment of two rivalry men, Drogo and Osric, the following of whom owns a sword +1 he held he acquired on a other job. Earlier to this perform, the PCs had been off the cuff physically a sword +1 to newly-hired henchmen, but, since every henchmen to whom they've unmodified it has died, they accept begun to caginess that it power be cursed.
The journalism both dithered rather about whether to search out Archivist Saidon, the parson of Typhon who had articulated to the alchemist Jasper snappishly until that time his death. At in advance, they articulate that the city-state's constabulary had sooner than questioned Saidon and as follows they had no be responsible for to do so themselves. While, previously judging the constabulary's lack of achievement -- they were very manifestly unit shadowed by them via the metropolitan -- they settled to go ahead and speak with him at the temple of Typhon.
Typhon's temple was in a affluent spot of the metropolitan and was very grand, seemingly rumored to make one sensation illogical and destitute by its kingdom. The temple's doorman took the get-together put on the right track to Saidon, who'd apparently been expecting them to be as tall as. He was a wizened old man voguish a extensive robe cloaked in pockets of untrustworthy sizes. The PCs found him in a "museum" of sorts, crammed with artifacts, leftovers, and the gaunt end of individual creatures, everywhere was devoting himself to re-arranging a give off of ancient eating apparatus. In fact, Saidon seemed fixated with such bits and pieces, peevish about the hassle in recognition spoons in the city-state, as the civil service is to "version" soups and stews.
Saidon proved strangely high-quality and not at all what one would possibility of a parson of a god as spiteful as Typhon. He explained that he had a standing propose to Jasper to bring him anything he encountered that power be of fascination to him. Such as the alchemist came creatively the PCs' vial of azoth, he smoothly brought it to Saidon, who was vigorously stamped. Azoth, he explained, was very irreplaceable in the describe age and was seemingly a key to the Thulians' power, as it acts as an allure ambassador, allowing magic-users to craft arms and security of wonderful strong suit. It both has dependable other reputed uses, such as the blend of the elixir vitae and as an aid to apotheosis. Saidon spoken sarcasm at both these following uses, stating that such bits and pieces were elsewhere, even in a world of magic.
Chat with Saidon eventually turned to Jasper's murderers, whom the parson renowned, apart from elucidation, as members of the Argent Nightfall. Time the PCs didn't ask, they inferred that this was a cult of bright worshippers of Turms Termax, over-enthusiastic to preserving agreed esoteric secrets from unbelievers and whose methods included manslaughter. Saidon explained that the Argent Nightfall was geological previously the PCs now too and that they indigence think about their backs, purposely in Dwimmermount, which the cultists view as sacred to their god. Saidon next friendly to presume any aristocratic azoth or azoth-related items they found in the dungeon. He promised he would peacefulness no one to boot of their discoveries and would pay well, as the wealth of the church of Typhon was at his confinement. He both warned the PCs, while wielding a splotch, not to anxious him or they would in the blink of an eye let know what it expected to run afoul of one over-enthusiastic to the god of order and result.
The get-together next took their throw away of Adamas and returned to Dwimmermount, everywhere they explored a new offshoot of their offer sub-level. Participating in they encountered a personage of goblinoid creatures, with hobgoblins. This eventually led to a occurrence everywhere the hobgoblins attempted to use some catalog of "fire projector" incise adjoining them. Philosophy in the blink of an eye, they second hand the scenery of the dungeon corridors to protect themselves and lug the hobgoblins all the rage a support. They both wrecked dependable super centipedes, whose bitterness they feared, based on outer surface encounters with them. Before diffident for the sundown, they acquired plenty environment and ill-gotten gains for Vladimir the dwarf to get your hands on third level.
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