Session 130 Trials of Worth - Revision history

Adventurer: Text replacement - "Lyhnn" to "Lhynn"

2025-10-13T09:19:58Z

Text replacement - "Lyhnn" to "Lhynn"

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	==== No time to waste ====		==== No time to waste ====
	The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action.		The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action.
	*[[Turgen Voxhall\|Turgen's]] obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to ~~Lyhnn~~'s machinations		*[[Turgen Voxhall\|Turgen's]] obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lhynn's machinations
	*The identity of [[Lexana Brightshore\|Lexana's]] imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport		*The identity of [[Lexana Brightshore\|Lexana's]] imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport
	*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask\|Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Elder Theron's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.		*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask\|Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Elder Theron's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.

Adventurer: Text replacement - "Poision Egon" to "Poison Egon"

2025-10-13T04:42:04Z

Text replacement - "Poision Egon" to "Poison Egon"

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	Inside, the main altar was defiled. A large ceramic pitcher of wine overflowed, thickening into a dark, blood-like liquid as it seeped into the floor. Nails realized this was the temple's corruption source. He walked towards it, ready to begin a purification ritual.		Inside, the main altar was defiled. A large ceramic pitcher of wine overflowed, thickening into a dark, blood-like liquid as it seeped into the floor. Nails realized this was the temple's corruption source. He walked towards it, ready to begin a purification ritual.

	~~Poision~~ Egon, his voice a gentle cadence, cast healing words upon the spectral figure, while Balmaris, invoking the radiant power of Beacon of Hope, probed for signs of poison or mental affliction. Protection from poison, however, proved ineffective, leaving them puzzled. Balmaris, channeling divine energy, implored his god for aid, and the spirit seemed to respond. ~~Poision~~ Egon, sensing the true nature of the creature's suffering, realized it was the spirit, not the ethereal form, that required healing. They now faced a new challenge: finding a way to heal the incorporeal.		Poison Egon, his voice a gentle cadence, cast healing words upon the spectral figure, while Balmaris, invoking the radiant power of Beacon of Hope, probed for signs of poison or mental affliction. Protection from poison, however, proved ineffective, leaving them puzzled. Balmaris, channeling divine energy, implored his god for aid, and the spirit seemed to respond. Poison Egon, sensing the true nature of the creature's suffering, realized it was the spirit, not the ethereal form, that required healing. They now faced a new challenge: finding a way to heal the incorporeal.

	==== Rats in a Maze ====		==== Rats in a Maze ====
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	==== You are Healed! ====		==== You are Healed! ====
	Balmaris and ~~Poision~~ Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and ~~Poision~~ Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.		Balmaris and Poison Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and Poison Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.

	==== No time to waste ====		==== No time to waste ====
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	==== Into the dimension door ====		==== Into the dimension door ====
	The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells ~~Poision~~ Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.		The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells Poison Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.

	==== What's behind that door - this time...? ====		==== What's behind that door - this time...? ====

Adventurer: Text replacement - "Egon" to "Poision Egon"

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Text replacement - "Egon" to "Poision Egon"

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	Inside, the main altar was defiled. A large ceramic pitcher of wine overflowed, thickening into a dark, blood-like liquid as it seeped into the floor. Nails realized this was the temple's corruption source. He walked towards it, ready to begin a purification ritual.		Inside, the main altar was defiled. A large ceramic pitcher of wine overflowed, thickening into a dark, blood-like liquid as it seeped into the floor. Nails realized this was the temple's corruption source. He walked towards it, ready to begin a purification ritual.

	Egon, his voice a gentle cadence, cast healing words upon the spectral figure, while Balmaris, invoking the radiant power of Beacon of Hope, probed for signs of poison or mental affliction. Protection from poison, however, proved ineffective, leaving them puzzled. Balmaris, channeling divine energy, implored his god for aid, and the spirit seemed to respond. Egon, sensing the true nature of the creature's suffering, realized it was the spirit, not the ethereal form, that required healing. They now faced a new challenge: finding a way to heal the incorporeal.		Poision Egon, his voice a gentle cadence, cast healing words upon the spectral figure, while Balmaris, invoking the radiant power of Beacon of Hope, probed for signs of poison or mental affliction. Protection from poison, however, proved ineffective, leaving them puzzled. Balmaris, channeling divine energy, implored his god for aid, and the spirit seemed to respond. Poision Egon, sensing the true nature of the creature's suffering, realized it was the spirit, not the ethereal form, that required healing. They now faced a new challenge: finding a way to heal the incorporeal.

	==== Rats in a Maze ====		==== Rats in a Maze ====
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	==== You are Healed! ====		==== You are Healed! ====
	Balmaris and Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.		Balmaris and Poision Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and Poision Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.

	==== No time to waste ====		==== No time to waste ====
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	==== Into the dimension door ====		==== Into the dimension door ====
	The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.		The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells Poision Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.

	==== What's behind that door - this time...? ====		==== What's behind that door - this time...? ====

Adventurer: Text replacement - "Keldec" to "Elder Theron"

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Text replacement - "Keldec" to "Elder Theron"

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	*[[Turgen Voxhall\|Turgen's]] obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations		*[[Turgen Voxhall\|Turgen's]] obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations
	*The identity of [[Lexana Brightshore\|Lexana's]] imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport		*The identity of [[Lexana Brightshore\|Lexana's]] imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport
	*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask\|Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between ~~Keldec~~'s book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.		*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask\|Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Elder Theron's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.

	Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.		Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.

Adventurer at 03:44, 13 October 2025

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	==== No time to waste ====		==== No time to waste ====
	The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action.		The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action.
	*Turgen Voxhall's obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations		*[[Turgen Voxhall\|Turgen's]] obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations
	*The identity of Lexana's imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport		*The identity of [[Lexana Brightshore\|Lexana's]] imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport
	*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Keldec's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.		*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask\|Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Keldec's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.

	Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.		Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.

Adventurer at 05:42, 27 March 2025

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	==== No time to waste ====		==== No time to waste ====
	The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action. Turgen Voxhall's obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations~~, the~~ identity of Lexana's imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport~~, the~~ rumors surrounding the Obsidian Flask's auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Keldec's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.		The party, their search for Nails leading them to the hallway's end, found a curious sight: a door, slightly ajar, revealing a grassy savannah stretching towards a solitary, gnarled tree. The doorway pulsed with an unmistakable magical aura. A moment of hesitation, a silent exchange of glances, and the party began to debate their next course of action.
			*Turgen Voxhall's obsession with the spellbook, its potential link to Lyhnn's machinations
			*The identity of Lexana's imperial contact, the whispers of her activities in Belport
			*The rumors surrounding the [[Obsidian Flask's]] auction and its possible role in arms trafficking, and the relationship between Keldec's book and Voxhall's desire—these were the threads they needed to untangle.

	Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.		Thirty minutes ticked by, the urgency of the impending auction, only four hours away, weighing heavily on their minds. Aldran, his patience wearing thin, began to muse aloud, invoking the memory of his deceased uncle. A cryptic piece of advice echoed in his thoughts: "Follow the whispers, Aldran. Even the faintest ones." Inspired by this spectral guidance, he declared it was time to move. Trusting in Nails' uncanny ability to find them, even across vast distances, they decided to first investigate the strange savannah room before heading to the auction. They stepped toward the magical doorway, ready to follow the whispers, wherever they might lead.

	==== Into the dimension door ====		==== Into the dimension door ====

	The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.		The step through the door wearily and approach the tree, noticing that it is made of ironwood with wide bows, suitable for sitting under and relaxing, no matter where they look they see no other trees, in fact, they see no end to the savannah at all it simply disappears in a misty horizon. As they stand next to the tree, the weather begins to change and within a few minutes it is summer a few minutes later it is fall a few minutes after that winter and then spring again. He gone, notices some mystic looking carvings in the wood. He can speak with plants and learns from the tree that Turgen and his guest often come here to sit and read. As time passes quickly here the party realizes they can accelerate their learning of new spells and arcane knowledge. The tree also mentions that some of the guilds sages and wizards have come here to die, and their knowledge is absorbed by the tree, so that it can be passed on to future generations. (as a temporary effect anyone studying here for a complete change of all four seasons gains +1 wisdom bonus for 24 hours.) The tree tells Egon that he has not seen Turgen in some time, and the most recent visitor was a female who studied a strange book he had never seen before, but left in haste with the book. Party depart, and find themselves back in the hallway.

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	Seeing that Nail had yet to return, and with the auction's clock ticking, the party decided to experiment with the strange doorway. They closed it, then reopened it, and each time, the scene beyond transformed into an entirely different terrain: a scorching desert, a sun-drenched beach, a dense, humid jungle, icy wind-swept plains, treacherous volcanic pits, and finally, a rugged mountain range. Balmaris, ever observant, noticed a faint wisp of smoke rising from a valley nestled within the mountains. With a final, lingering glance behind them, they stepped through the door onto a rocky, windswept mountain peak. Deciding against leaving the unpredictable portal behind, they wedged the door open with a sturdy rock, ensuring a way back. Then, they began their descent, following a narrow, winding footpath that snaked its way down towards the smoke-filled valley below.		Seeing that Nail had yet to return, and with the auction's clock ticking, the party decided to experiment with the strange doorway. They closed it, then reopened it, and each time, the scene beyond transformed into an entirely different terrain: a scorching desert, a sun-drenched beach, a dense, humid jungle, icy wind-swept plains, treacherous volcanic pits, and finally, a rugged mountain range. Balmaris, ever observant, noticed a faint wisp of smoke rising from a valley nestled within the mountains. With a final, lingering glance behind them, they stepped through the door onto a rocky, windswept mountain peak. Deciding against leaving the unpredictable portal behind, they wedged the door open with a sturdy rock, ensuring a way back. Then, they began their descent, following a narrow, winding footpath that snaked its way down towards the smoke-filled valley below.

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			*[[Aldrans dead Uncle Borin Frostbeard]]
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	~~{{:Aldrans dead Uncle Borin Frostbeard}}~~

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	At the far end of the familiar hallway, an identical door stood, its pristine surface gleaming under the ethereal light, a mocking echo of their previous struggle. It was as if the very fabric of the place was taunting them, repeating the same maddening puzzle. They repeated their attempts, a frustrating dance of physical force and magical incantations, each push, pull, and spell met with the same unyielding resistance. Again, spells ricocheted, arcing dangerously close to Durmen, the air crackling with displaced energy. And again, after a sustained magical assault, a crescendo of arcane fury, the door simply dissolved into shimmering motes of light, leaving behind only empty space.		At the far end of the familiar hallway, an identical door stood, its pristine surface gleaming under the ethereal light, a mocking echo of their previous struggle. It was as if the very fabric of the place was taunting them, repeating the same maddening puzzle. They repeated their attempts, a frustrating dance of physical force and magical incantations, each push, pull, and spell met with the same unyielding resistance. Again, spells ricocheted, arcing dangerously close to Durmen, the air crackling with displaced energy. And again, after a sustained magical assault, a crescendo of arcane fury, the door simply dissolved into shimmering motes of light, leaving behind only empty space.

	==== You are Healed! =====		==== You are Healed! ====
	Balmaris and Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.		Balmaris and Egon, having exhausted their conventional healing methods, continued to experiment with prayers and spells, seeking a way to soothe the spectral figure's torment. As their rituals intensified, the spirit, a serene expression spreading across its form, lay itself upon the floor. At the ritual’s climax, the spirit turned its head, offering a fleeting smile to each of them, before vanishing entirely. In its place, Balmaris and Egon found themselves standing beside Aldran and Durmen, the group now reunited.

Adventurer at 03:39, 27 March 2025

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	Seeing that Nail had yet to return, and with the auction's clock ticking, the party decided to experiment with the strange doorway. They closed it, then reopened it, and each time, the scene beyond transformed into an entirely different terrain: a scorching desert, a sun-drenched beach, a dense, humid jungle, icy wind-swept plains, treacherous volcanic pits, and finally, a rugged mountain range. Balmaris, ever observant, noticed a faint wisp of smoke rising from a valley nestled within the mountains. With a final, lingering glance behind them, they stepped through the door onto a rocky, windswept mountain peak. Deciding against leaving the unpredictable portal behind, they wedged the door open with a sturdy rock, ensuring a way back. Then, they began their descent, following a narrow, winding footpath that snaked its way down towards the smoke-filled valley below.		Seeing that Nail had yet to return, and with the auction's clock ticking, the party decided to experiment with the strange doorway. They closed it, then reopened it, and each time, the scene beyond transformed into an entirely different terrain: a scorching desert, a sun-drenched beach, a dense, humid jungle, icy wind-swept plains, treacherous volcanic pits, and finally, a rugged mountain range. Balmaris, ever observant, noticed a faint wisp of smoke rising from a valley nestled within the mountains. With a final, lingering glance behind them, they stepped through the door onto a rocky, windswept mountain peak. Deciding against leaving the unpredictable portal behind, they wedged the door open with a sturdy rock, ensuring a way back. Then, they began their descent, following a narrow, winding footpath that snaked its way down towards the smoke-filled valley below.
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	{{:Aldrans dead Uncle Borin Frostbeard}}		{{:Aldrans dead Uncle Borin Frostbeard}}

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