The odd-looking metal intrigued the dwarf and he heads over to study it more. He did not see any craftsman trademarks upon it or any runes. The fact that it is enclosed separately implies to him that it is either dangerous or special in some means so for now he doesn’t cross into the enclosure but he does toss a pebble from the roof onto it to see if it somehow reacts. The pebble bounced on the metal as normal.
With nothing else of note in the area, Feldard chose to venture into the enclosure, wary of magic but too curious about this strange metal to not learn more about it. He lifted his foot over the short railing…
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Nicolai conducted a search of the area, and then said “I suggest we free the victims from below, learn what little they know, and return to Sisak for the night. Once we have all rested, we move onto the Elven village marked on the map and decide what to do from there.”
Miklos studied the map for a few moments then as the others searched the roof above he made a copy of the map on a clean piece of parchment. “What do you make of this Maruc?”
Maruc took the original after the mage had finished his copy. “A bit melodramatic eh? Labelling your own Tower like that. Sign of a disfunctional upbringing, or perhaps he was brought up in a monastry?” Maruc grinned at his own joke.
“Still this offers up many questions. What is the Book of the Sons of Night, did we miss it in our searches of Cadwell’s castle? Or do we have it in front of us now?” Maruc indicated the large book. “Why are there no points of interest around the tower itself? He did choose to build it here, he could have built it anywhere. Mind you Radlebb Woods may well be overrun with elves so its building might have been challenged. Especially if you build it using orc labour.”
Miklos gestured to the settlements indicated on the map. “I think these are purely for reference and scale. I don’t think there is anything of particular interest to Dentiata in Sisak or the Elven village. The Temple, on the other hand seems to be what he has been concentrating on, He’s even noted historic reference to Darker. Surely a nickname. Still, if you are correct in the assumption that we have the ‘Book of the Sons of Night’ it would indicate that he has sort Sevastians aid or more probably he has raided his tower.”
Maruc nodded. “Either way it’s quite plain that Dentiata’s researches have lead him to believe that the ‘Black Opal Eye’ may be found there or clues to its whereabouts at the least.”
“By searching out this ‘Eye’ have you thought that we might be rousing powers that should be left well alone?” The concern registering on Miklos’s face.
“Look, Miklos. Do you truely believe that we have found all the members of the Son’s of Night?” Marus replied, “We have exposed ourselves to them already. We have upset the balance of power within their ranks by dispatching two of their number. We have committed ourselves now, if we do not locate this artifact it will not be long before it falls into their hands. Come now and put me out of my misery and tell me what that book is.”
Miklos breathed out slowly as lifted the large book and placed it in front of him on the table. He squared it up and looked up at the priest. “I truely hope this is not cursed in some way. I have no counter magic for it even if it was. Still nothing ventured nothing gained.”
Miklos opened the book. It was immediately clear to him that this was indeed the Book of the Sons of Night, a written history of the malevolent group. Before he could delve into its pages however, he was distracted by a loud CLANK! from above.
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Saeth, less than enraptured by the study of the book, had decided to trail the Dwarf up the stairs, arriving just in time to see him get sucked down onto the metal area of the roof. He landed with a large CLANK!
Feldard found himself pinned down, unable to get back up. Every piece of metal he possessed was pulled by a strong force of magnetism to the roof.