Pathfinder-ish Campaign...

Shiro squints slightly, looking carefully at the scroll.

"May I see this, Drakk?", putting his hand out for the scroll.

 

when drakk hands the scroll over a different cord unwinds as the former one reties it's self. the scroll feels heavier then it should be and to your trained arcain eyes and fingers gives of a faint hum

 

Drakk looks at the scroll with curiosity as it retoes itself then he says "Perhaps we should all put one hand on it at the same time?"

 

Something... Something in the far ecesses of his mind is awakened by this... He knows he should recognize this somehow.

"Ohmen, you are evidently the Raven Walker as I am the Dark Blade. Drakk, we must prepare ourselves for magical attack but I think we need to all hold the scroll at once...

"A unique way to ensure that we are all together to read the scroll..."

 

Shiro looks at the scroll staring at it's effect on the weave around him and the magic it gives off and he is shocked. this is by far the most complicated piece of magic he has ever seen layers upon layers of magic woven together. he sees a massage spell in there and the parts that dictate the cords actions several layers of transmutation and illusion that are set to trigur upon opening . and beneath that all is something he does not understand something that is far beyond him. even if he where to devote himself to magic for the rest of his life he doubted he could ever make something like this. some sort of conjuration spell ...Maybe related to space manipulation? it's almost blinding to look at.

 

"Drakk? Ohmen? My spell tells me this is safe to open, but it is... impressive."

He tells the both of them what he saw.

"Ohmen, I need your hand upon the scroll and your wits about you my friend."

 

Okay. Having discussed this with the laborers and the foremen, they go into a quick huddle then break off to different tasks. One foreman heads off with a single laborer to look for quarry-able stone. The other gets the rest together to examine the warehouses and other structures for livability. It does not take them long to get the first warehouse up to good standards. They have to utilize some of the lumber in storage, but it will take them less than a day to fix up the first warehouse. Once that is done they'll work on the normal houses, but they're going to have to salvage some of the other buildings to enact repairs.

The foreman who went looking for a quarry is annoyed when he gets back. "I don't know where they got this lighter stone from, " he says, gesturing to the existing buildings, "but there isn't a suitable quarry site on this island that isn't underneath the fortress, and i doubt you'd want me to undermine that..."

 

With the slightly satisfying sound of crinkling parchment, Ohmen drags those scroll’s he had purchased onto a side desk before leaning his staff against the wall and clearing some space in the centre of the room. Taking a deep breath just as the scent of sage begins to waft over, Ohmen sits against the cool floor, his muscles aching.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out… He would help Izema organise the workings and efforts later, besides, for now he seemed to have this handled, but more importantly needed to get rest.

That was until Wisdom’s voice, and a particularly sharp peck from the birds beak drags him back from meditation…

Wisdom had been perched upon one of the higher towers. A respite from the toils of men below, partnered with a view that stretched as far as the inquisitive eye could see. Whilst Ohmen had incense and silence, Wisdom had the gentle warm breeze to filter through his feathers and the perfect vantage point to not only see, but also hear all below. That's when Ohmen’s name was called out below.

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Coughing on the now burning scent, Ohmen turns to Wisdom, the raven hopping back slightly as his eyes flash open, a slightly fulfilled clarity and motivation within them.

‘Wisdom?’

the Wizard speaks quitly, only to be answered once more by his name being called out far off…

Standing up quickly, almost too fast as to make him dizzy combined with the stinging sensation of sage, Ohmen holds up both hands. In a fluid motion his garments shift once more into a lengthy cloak, its coils of fabric wrapping around him as if it were a serpent as he leaves the room, a trail of incense vapour spilling out behind like the tendrils of some eldritch beast.

Entering the outside air, with but a look Ohmen can see the group of 3, Izema, Shiro and Drakk gathered around

Informed by Shiro, Ohmen reads the scroll's title. And as his finger skims over the words ‘The Raven walker.’ Wisdom grunts, the bird studying its every element.

Running his own magic across it, Ohmen speaks firmly. ‘Suspicious.. Whoever, Or whatever made this wanted to make sure we were all gathered to open it.. Why all the effort to keep the information stored within sealed?”

‘I have my wits, and I have my hand, and partnered with them my doubts.’

Ohmen looks to wisdom, the bird leaning in to study the handwritings cursive, before turning to him ‘Free the knowledge inside. Break its chains, Open the s-seal Ohmen.’

Glancing at the others and then to the sky, the changeling places his hand onto the scrolls humming surface,

 

As the three of you take the scroll there is a deep pulse in the weave. the cords unravel breaking the seal all goes dark the room around you fading into deep shadows and as the scroll unravels you briefly see strange runes Drakk recognizes some that look draconic but make no sense in the short time he can see them. the text peals it's self off the page and dances to a spot in front of you all forming in to the shape of a man.
"ah so it found you good. greetings travelers the fact that i can talk to you means that the scroll found the people my divinationists talked about. now i have a problem that needs solving and i am told that you are the ones that can help whether by chance or by some unknown skill you will get the best results. if you diside to aid me you may bring what companions you will i know that there are others but i told one would not come and the other my magi could not see. as transport would not reach me in a timely manor so i have sent that to. nail the scroll to any standing door you are not using. oh and feel free to bring your pet if you must."
after the man is done talking the runes fade leaving nothing behind but a magic circle on a blank page.

 

Bang wakes up out of a long nap, evidently he fell asleep while making schematics for something that appears to be a flamethrower.
"Huh portal?! Im in" Bang hops up and runs after the group

 

Shiro watches as the ethereal man fades to nothing, leaving only the circle and an otherwise blank scroll. Charming, he thought, no care even to leave a name... But even as he thought this, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Here was someone who had heard of their band! "The Dark Blade", hmmmm..... It has a bit of a ring to it.

Calling all of the remaining members of the band together (including Big Bang, smelling curiously of sulphur) he addresses them all, first relaying to those who had not been present what the apparition had told them.

"Friends, on my honor I cannot ignore such an invitation. It is not lost on me that my magical divination of the scroll showed a magical prowess far in advance of my own. I fear not a trap, for if someone could do this and leave a summoning spell then had they wished us harm they would already have done so."

Shiro glanced down at the mysterious note and then back up into the eyes of his comrades.

"I know that Izema is concerned with the completion of his statue and, now that we have the workmen hired, I think it prudent to leave him here to complete it and watch over our new home (if I can call it that)."

Shiro looked down again, his voice lowering to a whisper. "I will be frank with you, I also need the distraction. You know that I have been restless of late. Being in this fortress acts as a constant reminder that my Order failed. Even if they were not sundered from within, they still failed."

Shiro looked up, meeting the eyes of all present. His burning gaze hard to confront.

"I feel the need to act. To cause some victory in the name of Light and Order. Will you join me?"

 

Drew nods, "I'm in"

 

"well what are we waiting for? Im down to go whenever" says Bang

 

Shiro looks around and, seeing assenting faces and nods, turns to one of the doors which leads towards the secret doors that they found and puts the parchment up against it.

 

the door rumbles and shiro snatches his hand away as the door desintegrats leaving behind a dark opening. the first thing you all notes is a wave of cold slapping you in the face as snow drifts threw. the door now opens on a snow blanketed land it's night time and not far off you see the light of a city .
the back of shiros hand is glowing marked with the heraldry found on the seal of the letter.

 

Drakk turns to the group and says "I am definitely interested, but at the same time I have alot of projects to do to get this base up and running. I will have to see whether we will need someone to stay behind to manage the place, but if not, I'm in too."

 

"Confer with Izema swiftly, my friend. I am not sure how long the portal will stay open for."

While he waits, Shiro attempts to see any other details through the portal to see if he can identify where this portal leads to.

 

Shiro turns to the group.

"Friends, it looks like we will need to prepare well. Please, everyone gather your belongings and warmest clothing and let us meet this mystery mage.:

He turns to Ohmen.

"Could Wisdom scout out the surrounds?"

And to Izema:

"And would you guard the portal until we are through?"

 

well of corse i can

 

Shiro then goes himself to prepare his belongings, pack and rations for the journey.