Magellen’s Journal

August 1993

After hiring Drent’s group in the morning, I left and sat in the town square for a while ritually casting detect magic and people watching. Getting bored in this small town, as there weren’t many magical items wandering around, other than cocky looking adventures with their magical weapons and armor. I decided to head to the market and look to see if I could find anything interesting over there.

Slowly walking through the market of bustling stalls and live animals, I tried to ignore the calls of the sellers peddling their wares. Picking up a vegetable hand pie, I continue moving through the crowd. Seeing few magical items in stock, I thought I was going to give up for the day when I arrived at a stall that had a small pendent for sale, for one gold, the conjuration aura surrounding the piece was interesting. The pendent was made of fine silver filagree, almost flower like in it’s design.

Hoping this wasn’t just some some sort of staff of flowers rip off. I asked the seller if they made the pendent themselves or if they knew anything about the origins. Shrugging they told me they had bought it off of some adventuring party that had found it. Picking it up with a clean piece of cloth and pretending to shine it, I paid her a gold and walked off before she could think about not selling it.

Taking the pendent back to my room, I cleared the bed and identified the piece as casting the teleport spell to a specific place. Not knowing what or where that place is, I decided that I would attach it to my pack, for an emergency. If I used all my mana and I needed an escape route, I would be able to get out quickly. Consciously hoping it didn’t teleport me to the bottom of the ocean or inside a volcano were something I would have to deal with then.

Pacing in my room, waiting to meet Drent and his group after dinner this evening, I decided to take a walk to the small library to see what they may have on dragons or anything else that caught my eye. I found a small hand written piece on the history of the Santane Pass. After a full read and read again, I noticed some inconsistencies with my own research, but if the fake wall of stone with small holes is true for most of the pass, it would be a killing field for anyone walking through.

As I meandered back to the inn, I lost myself in thought of how to overcome the holes, cloudkill? What if everyone had a scroll of Air Bubble, that way I could flood the pass pushing it in the holes and we would have fresh air to breath, or potion of gaseous form for the fighters to get back behind the wall and take out the contraptions or archers behind the walls.

Turning myself to The Mortar and Thistle, I stop by and get some additional scrolls from Bramble. Buying an extra Air Bubble to copy into my own book for future use. I head back to the inn for dinner and to occupy the private room to spread out the maps and make notes for our meeting tonight.

I was impressed with Drent’s precision and the group’s focus. They unpacked, spread out, sorted, cataloged, and repacked their packs. Each with an additional Air Bubble and Gaseous Form scroll. They reviewed the maps again and we figured on a seven day travel from Glendale to the trail that would lead to the Santane Pass. Drent reminded me again that they were not going into the pass, but they packed the scrolls anyway and we made a plan to leave in the morning with their carriage. Thinking of my carriage back home, I readily agree to riding for the next few days.

Afterwards they hit the tavern, drinking and carousing, until the bard ended for the evening, and they stumbled back across the street. I was nervous they wouldn’t be ready in the morning, but at sun up, as promised their carriage was in front of the inn waiting for me to join the group. Taking off South I started studying the Air Bubble scroll.