Kyrion, Let me make my orders clear: you are there only to train the gnolls, not to fight for them. Watch yourself; they are a bloodthirsty and violent lot, and they may turn on you. You may need to remind them from time to time that I pay them well for their services, and that I can withdraw my support for their butchery at any time. Be careful of their leader, for he is far more cunning than others would give him credit for. I would not have even considered trying to trick them into service with that “Emissary” deception that riled up that fool Sinruth. These gnolls have the power of their foul god on their side. They are not to be trifled with. — Sarshan
Back in Red Rock they let the owner of the sole tavern know that they were looking for a crew to spend a month cleaning up an old temple and asked him to spread the word.
The next two days were spent trying to catch up on sleep while fighting the nightmares. Some of the nightmares were of horrible creatures performing horrible acts but the worst nightmares realized the hidden fears of the dreamer. They dreamt of dying disgraced or anonymous. They dreamt of slowly going mad or stupid. They dreamt of losing their faith, their home, or their friends. They began to question themselves and lose confidence. Elan was eventually coaxed into identifying the cloak.
“It’s principle purpose is as a translocal arcanic capacitor.”
“Dammit Elan, just tell us what it does or give us the magic word.”
“Observe.” Elan stepped into the Feywild and out a few feet away. The cloak glimmered.
“So what? You feystepped. Will that cloak let ME feystep?”
“No,” Elan sighed. “Didn’t you see the transferrence of reservoiric arcania?”
“ELAN! Speak common!”
Elan sighed again. “Observe.” She again feystepped a few feet.”
Biatch was getting impatient. “So? I didn’t see anything. I’m done here. Get me a beer.”
“Wait,” Adren said, “Eladrin can only use their feystep once every few minutes. Elan’s second feystep was 21 seconds after the first. But the cloak didn’t shimmer that time.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. The translocal capacitor draws arcania from proximal ley capillaries.”
“I think she is trying to say that it has to charge between uses. So it only works for your feystep?”
“Um, no. It should work for any teleportals. Like when Gilbain teleported that Leucrotta into the fiery cauldron.”
“So Gilbain could teleport two Crottas?” Biatch asked.
“Uh, sure.” Elan responded.
Gilbain had only been half paying attention. His mind was questioning whether he had made the right choice leaving the temple life, this news woke him up. “Really, that is very useful.”
“Indeed. Let’s roll dice to see who gets it, she grinned wickedly.”
“Well, I’m not sure we should trust that to chance, especially since your dice aren’t goverened strictly by chance.”
Elan was not offended at being called a cheat. “No, I’ll be fair and I’ll even roll first. See there, a 1.” Gilbain rolled a 4. “Have fun,” Elan said, “I’ll be taking a bath.”
“There’s no hot water.” Adren said.
“Oh yes there is,” Elan said as a small flame lept from her hand.