DM Post

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@Aramil

Limara listens closely as Aramil tells the story of their trip through the Feydark. She doesn't interupt, and after the story is finished, she leans back, thinking about what was said. Dawn is just starting to break over the horizon before she finally speaks. "Well, let's see what this prisoner of yours has to say for himself. I'll summon the house wizard to cast a few spells to ensure the accuracy of whatever he's going to tell us." She looks up at Aramil. "You must be tired. Do you wish to accompany me for the debriefing, or would you prefer I send word once it's completed?"

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@Eltain

Jaquel gives Eltain a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Perhaps." His face darkens, and he begins biting his fingernails, but doesn't speak again.

A few minutes later, the guard returns with a young acolyte of Sehannine. It takes Eltain a moment to recognize her, but it appears to be Shalala, the same one you met at the party (although not the one you met at the party). The young Eladrin seems annoyed as she moves into Aveeno's cell, but a moment later there's a familiar glow of divine magic emanating from the cell. She steps out, and moves into the next cell containing the drow. A moment after she enters, you hear her voice echo from out of the cell: "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me..." However after a long moment, you again see the telltale glow. The priestess steps out, and looks at the guard. "Anyone else?" Upon hearing a negative, she marches out in a huff.

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@Pavick & Lucan

As Pavick casts the spell, the familiar hazy image again forms in front of him

A human with a thick handlebar mustache appears to be muttering to himself as he dips a quill into inkwells of varying colors on a large desk that looks to be made of ivory. The movements of the quill are very precise as the human slowly draws the arcane mark.

The image shifts, and you see the same man leaning over a small metal box built into the wall. The man's mouth moves, apparently saying something but the mustache makes it hard to discern what words he was forming. The lid to the box creaks open, and the man drops the parchment inside. The box lid is closed, but after a few moments the man opens it again, but this time, the parchment seems to have disappeared.

The picture shifts again, but this time you see Lucan sitting on an orange toadstool in the Feydark, holding his boot upside down. The scrap of parchment flutters out, and the bard examines it for a few minutes before returning it to the boot

The scene changes, and this time you're once again seeing the man at the ivory desk. A basin of water sits on the desk, and the man appears to be casting some sort of divination spell. In the water, you see the scrap of paper. The image in the basin zooms out, and you see Lucan riding through the Feydark, entering the tower of Ryandez. As he passes through the portal, the image in the basin appears to shatter slightly. Through the cracked picture in the water, you see yourself chanting, and the image in the basin completely shatters, and grows dark.

The final image that forms before you is the one that took place only moments before, where Lucan again empties his boot, and hands the scrap of paper to you.

The images fade as the ritual ends. Between your previous study of the symbol, and the images revealed by the ritual, you can tell that the symbol is an arcane mark, and was used as a point of focus for some sort of scrying ritual.

As you cast the ritual again, the air in front of you takes on the familiar distortion as the images form


You see two young men, apparently to be magicians of some sort. One is undoubtedly a younger version of the man you saw moments ago (although with a much less impressive mustache). The second man is tall, red-haired, clean-shaven, but has many similar features to Lucan. The pair look to have just finished crafting matching amulets. You can see that the only difference between the two is the pentagon around the mustached man's amulet. The two men look pleased with their creation, and shake hands.

The scene shifts, and you see the two men again, this time though, they're bent over a thick parchment filled with writing. It looks to be a deed or contract of some sort, and after both men sign it, they pour hot wax on the bottom, each using their own amulet as a makeshift signet ring. With a smile, the mustached man hands the now signed paper to a Githzerai who, in return, hand the pair a set of keys.

The scene shifts again, but instead of the two men, this time there's only the red-haired man visible. It appears to be dark, and the man is sneaking around with a dim lantern. The man looks around, before kneeling on the floor, and you can see that he's next to the strange box you saw earlier. In one hand, the man holds the amulet, and in the other what appears to be the papers that had previously been signed and sealed. The red-haired man begins spreading a small amount of residuum on the floor, and starts a soft chant. Suddenly, you see magical tendrils connect the papers, the box, and the amulet for a brief moment, before everything goes dark again. The red-haired man gives a sly smile, before blowing out the lantern.

The next image is shockingly bright. The red-haired man appears to have just stepped out of a doorway in the middle of an open field. The man looks around in confusion, his garb decidedly urban for someone who appears to be in the middle of the wilderness. As the man loosens his shirt collar, you can see the amulet hanging around his neck. With a shrug, the red-haired man begins walking towards a near-by grove of trees.

The image shifts for the final time, and you see the red-haired man arguing with an obviously pregnant elven woman. The discussion looks heated, and eventually the man hangs his head in shame, and begins walking away. After the man gets a few feet away he stops, turns, and removes the amulet from around his neck. With a stoic face, he hands the elven woman the amulet, before turning and walking away.

Pavick, you know that historically, magicians learning under a similar master will adopt the master's arcane sigil as their own. The pentagon (or, more commonly, the octogon) is used to identify the highest ranking of a master's apprentices.