Corwyn-Reinhardt Campaign

The Decanter of Manifold Libation Pt.3

After searching the ruined lab (and taking whatever I could recover), I headed back out into the hallway in my continuing search for the Decanter. The Stone lead me to one particular wall, that was shared by the study and the storeroom. My search for a secret door proved inconclusive, or perhaps conclusive in the fact that there wasn’t one. The Stone, however, insisted that the Decanter was very close by, so I made my search more thorough.

Searching the fireplace, I discovered a rather odd phenomenon. There was a lever that, when pulled, lit a fire to varying degrees of fury. Yet when the fire was put out, the stone remained cool to the touch. Upon further scrutinization, I found a small slot in the ceiling of the fireplace. Having only my sword to use (I must remember to get it repaired…and perhaps buy a proper tool for such endeavors), I carefully chipped away at the slot until I could see inside. I recognized the small contraption as something my father has in his wine cabinet to measure the temperature inside. This one, however, was connected to a small set of gears. I backed out and started a roaring fire. Sure enough, after a few minutes I could hear the subtle, but unmistakable ‘click’ of a lock opening. With only a slight tug on the mantle, a drawer of sorts opened up. Inside, I found a couple of scrolls, a bracelet, a locket w/a letter, an uncut mess of a diamond, a curious piece of ivory shaped into a feather, and lastly, the object of my quest, the Decanter of Manifold Libation!

As I put all of the items into my satchel, I eyed the Spectator carefully. He didn’t seem to be bothered by my actions, so a rather mischievous thought crossed my mind. I’m not afraid to admit that my thrill-seeking may cost me dearly at some point, but life is meant to be enjoyed, is it not? Some danger and excitement is good every now and then. It gets the blood flowing, as they say. Precautions should be taken though, as I am not completely reckless. So, before taking any action, I cast a spell of Sanctuary on myself with the hope that the ever watchful Spectator might leave me be for a few minutes. I proceeded to the liquor cabinet and procured a few bottles of spirits. It didn’t seem to mind, but I didn’t want to push my luck by spending more precious time at the bottles when there was a marvelous collection of books to peruse! I did manage to slip that curious gnome gift book into my satchel, but as I tried to abscond with the next book, the Spectator convinced me that what I was doing was not entirely welcome and it would be in my best interest to leave the study. Wisdom (unlikely, but I like to think so anyway) and his use of magic made me agree to his course of action, so I humbly left.

I have what I came for, plus a few other goodies for myself, so it is time to go. However, I must decide what is to be done about Fawn…

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The Decanter of Manifold Libation Pt.2

I headed down the dark corridor of roughly hewn stone for quite some time before coming to a door. Checking for traps, I found none and proceeded to open it. Only a few feet in, was a large refuse pit that took up almost the entire room. It was rather deep and seemingly impossible to span. On the opposite side of the room stood another door. Noticing two long planks standing next to it, I ascertained that they were indeed the way across…but from the other side. Using my grappling hook and some rope, I managed to snag them and drop them down into the pit. Again using my rope, I managed a lasso and dropped it over the fallen planks and pulled them up to me. Tying them overlapping each other, I layed the makeshift bridge across the pit and crossed to the other side.

This door seemed stronger looking and cleaner than the last door, but I sensed something else. Casting a minor cantrip, I detected a small, magical rune on the door’s handle. A trap of some sort, electrically charged. With a spell, I unlocked the door, but the rune remained. How to pass it by? I am not yet strong enough to dispel such effects. My answer was in the pit below. Rummaging around in the refuse were some rats. With what can only be described as dumb luck, I lassoed one of the little critters, much to its dismay. Before it could gnaw itself free, I flung it onto the door handle, setting off the magic of the rune. My hope of avoiding a nasty shock was quickly dispelled, however, as I was caught in a cone shaped blast of electricity. After wretching and shaking uncontrollably for several minutes, I managed to recover. The rat was not so lucky. It was still shaking violently, when I untied it from my rope and unceremoniously kicked it back down into the pit.

The next room was rather confusing, as I stepped through the now open door, I walked into a busy tavern. I could faintly hear an alarm of some kind, in the background noise. Something certainly wasn’t right here, but sure enough, it was a bustling tavern. After pinching the bottom of the serving wench that passed by, to ensure I wasn’t dreaming, I closed my eyes and felt my way along the wall. What looked like wood, still felt like stone. Aha! I followed the wall until suddenly the sounds stopped. I had left the area of the illusion. After finding a well room at the end of one corridor, I made my way back to another long hallway, that curved as it went along. At it’s end, it branched off the the left and right, but circled around and met on the other side. Patterns and grooves filled with powder were carved into the floor in these corridors. A large round room was in the middle of the large circular hall. Opposite the room’s entrance was a large dimensional picture of sorts, showing the area just outside of the tower. Peering into the room I was surprised to see a…woman, taking a bath. After letting her cover herself (I am a gentleman after all), we spoke, though I stayed in the perceived safety of the corridor’s ‘circle’. She was clearly not from around here. Here meaning this world. She introduced herself as ‘Fawn’ and seemed genuinely distressed at the news that Mallory might be dead. He had summoned her two years ago to learn more about her kind and where she was from. Perhaps they had developed an attraction, as she said. She was living quite comfortably in this large, well furnished room, and seemed content being here. However, I noted that the protective circle was still intact. Perhaps his attraction, and trust, only went so far. She is a demon after all. In any event, I told her I would find out more and return to her.

Heading back into the ‘tavern room’, I noticed that it had now become a normal room. The ‘alarm’ had also stopped. Clever ruse, Mallory. The next room I entered made my eyes open wide. This was the study, with bookshelves, wine, a roaring fire…and a large, floating round creature with a few tentacles ending in eyes. It was humming, yes humming, a tune and dusting the shelves. For such an ugly creature, it was quite polite and pleasant to talk to. He explained that he was the caretaker here and kept the room clean for Mallory, though he hasn’t seen him for quite some time.

After perusing the books (I may have to stop back in here on my way out…), I left and made my way across the ‘tavern room’ to a set of large metallic double doors. The caretaker, whose name I gave up trying to remember before he ever finished saying it, had told me this was Mallory’s laboratory. After skillfully bypassing the magical traps on these doors, I entered the lab. It was a mess. Everything in the room had been smashed or broken. Before I could look around further, I was set upon by a small horde of tiny, winged ferocious little creatures. They came at me in a rush, trying to bite me and clamp onto me. After a few minutes of fighting and being bitten many times, I managed to finish off the last of them. Using some of my healing salve and a few orisons of healing, I felt much better.

Before searching the lab, I’ll check the Seeking Stone and see if the Decanter is nearby.

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The Decanter of Manifold Libation
Reinhardt's first adventure.

I picked up my new cloak from Xavius today. I must say, he and his lovely assistant, Ashara, did a wonderful job on it. It is well beyond anything I expected. The craftsmanship and enchantments placed upon it are exquisite. I must remember to get them something as a ‘thank you’ at some point.

It is always good to talk with my friend and mentor, Xavius, and today was no exception. After introducing me to a fine port, we talked for a bit. During our conversation, Xavius asked if I would retrieve something for him. He explained that a friend and colleague of his, Mallory, was killed some time ago by an explosion in his own tower, collapsing it. An alchemical experiment gone wrong was the perceived cause. This item, the Decanter of Manifold Libation by name, had been given as a gift to Mallory, by Xavius. It was crafted by Xavius’ mentor, Graemus, and he said he’d like it back for ‘sentimental’ reasons. Given the name of the item and Xavius’ love for quality drink, I can guess that is not the only reason he’d like it returned. I write this in jest, of course. Xavius had thought the Decanter lost in the explosion, but recently discovered otherwise. He has something called a ‘Seeking Stone’ that can be attuned to an item to ensure it is never lost. This particular stone is attuned to the Decanter and it still glows faintly, indicating that the treasure is still intact. Xavius also had a letter he’d received a long time ago, from Mallory, with some kind of riddle intermingled in the text, perhaps a clue, regarding a possible safe entrance into the tower. An opportunity to search a wizard’s tower is an intriguing one, so I, of course, accepted.

Armed with the Seeking Stone, the letter, my new cloak, and my wits, I ventured off to find the village of Woody Glen, the town nearest to Mallory’s tower. Before arriving there, however, I was set upon by a pair of highwaymen attempting to ambush passers-by. Not the brightest of fellows, they were easily swayed by a little clever banter and the prospect of 3 gold coins. Luckily, they seemed quite happy with their take and I persuaded them to go home and not bother anyone else.

Woody Glen is a quaint little village with much character. For such a small place, I was pleasantly surprised to find several excellent shops in town and a wonderful bakery. I acquired a beautiful hair comb from a rather peculiar gnome that likes hats (and gift wrapping) a little too much. I do hope Ashara likes it. I hope to get a small cask of Green Valley Stout for Xavius, as he said it was quite good. I’ll get that when I return from the tower.

I found my way to the tower easily enough. After perusing the letter, I made my way over to a patio of sorts and found the ‘secret’ entrance, though it took me some time. The riddle was beyond my reach, at the time, but magic served me well this day and I made my way inside with the casting of a couple of spells. As I’m writing this, I am in a long, dark hallway thankfully undisturbed for some time. It seemed safe enough for a short nap, so I took one to regain some of my spells, and now I am ready to continue.

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