Skelengar wracks his brain to see if he recognizes any of the items.
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i'll try and cover all the bases, and make knowledge checks in each category I know.
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Skelengar wracks his brain to see if he recognizes any of the items.
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i'll try and cover all the bases, and make knowledge checks in each category I know.
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arcana [roll1]
religion [roll2]
planes [roll3]
Simhadrin rubs a hand across the gashes on his body.
"Anyone else that got hit by her sword feel...strange...as if their body has been attacked in other ways besides simple wounds?" he rubs his wounds a little more. "What I wouldn't give for one of our elder shamans and their healing magics, right now."
The Salamandrine moves toward the stone, nudging it away from the carcass with his boot.
"That looks interesting." he says casually.
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Anyone got any healing/restoration spells available?
Di'thuung gives a great smirk and returns his mace to its place on his belt. Your shamans are not needed. Luckily, the lord Dispater thought it wise to include me. Anyone who was affected by the demon's blades, gather around me. As those that need it circle him, he says whispers a few prayers, and casts a spell of restoration touching himself, and those around him.
SpoilerCasting Lesser Restoration.
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Skelengar's Knowledge checks
SpoilerWith all your knowledge of particular weapons, magics and materials you immediately recognize the white stone as an Ioun stone, the metal the axe is made of is apparently adamantine, you recall from the battle the spear having arcs of lightning and the sword being aflame, meaning they are obviously flaming and shocking respectively, or any variant thereof. You recognize the black statue to be of Graz'zt, but you can't recognize the mask...
Szivar ignores the six weapons lying around the Mariliths carcass and picks up the mask and the Ioun stone examining them carefully while silently cursing herself for never having spent time on studying the arcane arts.
"These two items.", she turns to the other members of the Dictum "Can one of you identify these? They look very interesting to me... as well they might be of even more use for someone else."
Willow
"Wouldn't hurt too... get them identified but"*creak*"I believe we still have somewhere to be. If anyone needs too... rest"*deep breath*"in my branches, to examine our loot or whatnot, go... right ahead. I would not refuse a little healing, if you would"*inhale*"oblige, Di'thuung."
"Well the White Ioun Stone will regenerate some damage taken while using it. I think the best way to find out what the mask does is to put it on. Preferably someone else."
SpoilerWeren't they my knowledge checks?
Di'thuung nods, taking a wand from his belt. It's a straight iron thing, capped with a large, white crystal. Speaking the command word, he lets the energy flow through Will, and then himself. Not wanting the charge to go to waste, he then walks around and heals anyone that had been wounded.
SpoilerUsing up a charge on my wand of Cure Serious Wounds, healing anyone that was hurt during the fight with the Marilith.
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"This sounds interesting." Szivar as she is trying to activate the ioun stone.
SpoilerYes and I already checked the white Ioun Stone before you did the checks I just thought I shouldn't be all knowing before you even lost a word about the items.
@V alright, didn't notice that.
SpoilerYou should be healed, Threeshades, that charge I used was for everyone who was hurt.
SpoilerYes, Skelengar, sorry about the name mix-up.
Also, I forgot your guy's XP.
1,500 to everyone!
"I don't know what that sword was, but it was certainly effective." Simhadrin says.
"Gather up what there was, and let us be on the move, everyone keep their eyes and ears alert. I do not want to fall prey to another ambush."
This time, he takes up the lead, about ten feet in front of the party.
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"A wise idea to have a trained scout to lead the way. I propose everyone else should take up a formation. We never know from which side the next attack could come."
Szivar musters the rest of the party. "I propose Willow, Turivar and me cover the flanks and the back of Di'thuung and Skelengar."
"Now that is a good idea."
"Sounds reasonable."
Di'thuung nods.
You travel for several more hours, reaching Darkspine without any further incidents, the black iron village looms over you like the spines of a dead creature. On the outskirts of the city walls is the armies of The Serpentine Order, the Blood War battalion of Cania and Mephistopheles. You have reached friends.
A pit fiend wearing black bracers surrounded a slight corona of blue flame and small blue sigils stands before you, his eyes burning like huge cinders, his scales hissing with heat, and a massive, saw-toothed sword on his back between his tattered but functional wings greets you at the fringes of the organized mass.
"I am Sethokk, 5th hand of Mephistopheles. I can tell by the description I have been given of you... That you are Infernal Dictum..." As he speaks to you in the Infernal tongue, black smoke rises from his mouth and nostrils, though the light of his eyes pierces the smoke.
"So we are. I suppose you are informed about the cause of our appearance."
Szivar says while eyeing the battalion and Sethokk inerchangeably.
"Hail, Sethok, 5th hand of Mephistopheles." Simhadrin says, formally greeting the Pit Fiend in his native infernal.
"I am Simhadrin, servant of the Infernal Dictum."
"Willow Grey"*creaking inhale*"pleased to make your... acquaintance."
Skelengar levetates into the air. "I! AM! THIXIS! SKELENGAR!" He floats back down to the ground.
The half-fiend glares at Skelengar, annoyed at his tone.
I am called Di'thuung, of the Iron Citadel. He says in the language of the nine hells, doing his best to ignore the Redaegon. What exactly is it that you can tell us?
The pit fiend stares at Thixis strangely for a few moments, then blows black smoke into his general direction and turns to Di'thuung. "We are stopping here for the night, then we are to move into a battle that rages still against the putrid tanar'ri... If forced to ally with Maladominaar we shall... but we will, shall we say, turn a blind eye if they should be in need... if victory can be secured at any point without them..."
"Very well." Di'thuung nods, knowing all to well of the politics of hell. He didn't much care about them, being only half devil meant that promotion wasn't a concern for him. As long as he could serve his master, then he'd take what the world threw at him.
Do you number any masters of artifice in your ranks? We have a few items that require identification.
"We've several soldiers learned in the ways of arcane magic and are fully capable of identifying magical items... Allow me to take the items to them. I promise to you they will be returned in due time."
Di'thuung nods once again, then turns to the rest of the group, his expression clearly saying that he wants them to give the items to the pit fiend.
"Of course... of course,"*inhale*"we... Trust you. We are all. Friends here," says Willow, with a creaking echo of laughter.
Szivar steps forward and produces the mask while the ioun stone is already circling around her.
"I think I will come with you and have an eye on those soldiers of yours as well as our new equipment." Szivar turns back to the others. "Should anyone of you have taken any of the weapons wih yourselves, give them to me, I will just make sure they won't get... lost around here."
"I would ask to speak to your scouts, Sethok. Any information they have may prove useful to us." Simhadrin requests.
"Though the hordes are seemingly endless, there will be one less Marillith to trouble your forces." he adds.
Sethok gives Szivar a good long look before finally responding verbally, "...Very well. If you do not trust us as greatly as I assume the rest of the Dictum does... then you may come along..."
He then turns to Simhadrin. "If you desire, you may speak with my men."
SpoilerMake a Gather Information check.