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Lavender Mystery Wind
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The three of you talk in the break room for a few minutes, and become involved in inspecting the items you have for sale. After a bit of back-and-forth, you feel assured that 90,000 gold is a very good deal for the priestess's things, the pants, plus the 12 rubies you and Ivet both forgot you also had from the hidden room you woke up in. However, 9500 of that is from the deflection ring, which Ivet seemed interested in. Nortin says he can upgrade it to a far superior version for 18,000, which is almost half off what he would normally charge.
You also produce the scroll with the insanity spell on it for him to inspect.
"Whoa," he says, "that's a nasty one. Bad place for it too. Did you hear about that attack the other day in the outer city?"
"I did," you reply. "Is this the same spell that was involved?"
Nortin nods. "I'm not sure, but Symbol of Insanity would certainly fit the bill. Notoriety might boost its price locally a little bit, but the sad truth is scrolls just don't pull in much gold, and they don't even break down into residuum we can reuse either. Most I could give you for it is maybe sixteen fifty. You might want to hold on to it instead, could come in handy."
"I don't think I can cast it," Ivet says.
You hold the scroll out and inspect it. Scrambled minds, an area, a trigger, a symbol. "I might be able to. I can read what it says, anyway."
"What it says? The scroll says something?" Ivet asks incredulously.
"Please don't demonstrate in here," Nortin quickly interjects. "Not all of our employees are immune. But yes, most cast from scrolls and other magic things by understanding the spell involved and how to complete it, but a few can do so by just reading it and essentially making an educated guess, even if they can't otherwise do any magic."
"I can do some magic too, though," you respond.
Nortin shrugs. "That happens too. Magic is complicated."
"I'm getting that impression," you respond, taking out the mask and gauntlet. "We also picked these things up, and we think they're part of sets like the Stormdancer things. Can you recreate them, or at least tell us what they'd do?"
Nortin puts on his goggles and inspects the mask first. "Yeah, we could do that. I expect dad will want to finish the Stormdancer work before he gets embroiled in another large project." He turns the mask over in his hands a few times. "Hmm. Broken, but restored, I'd guess about 80 years ago. Should still be workable. Empowering divine fire. Very nice piece. It is part of a set, but I won't be able to tell what it does. Need dad for that." He sets the mask down and picks up the gauntlet. "Whoa. What a piece of junk," he says. He hits it against the table and a few white sparks shoot out. "I can't tell what this is. Whatever magic it had got smashed and ripped through and tangled up. I mean, it's a nice curiosity. I've never seen an enchantment warped so thoroughly, and with such a huge aura at that. Other than that, I haven't got a clue. I'd honestly be afraid to put it on, it might blow my arm off. I hope you didn't pay much for this." He holds it up and turns it around slowly. "We should be able to slag it. Should give us a lot of residuum. Maybe 8k worth?"
"You can't restore it?" you ask, a little downtrodden.
"I guess we probably could. It would take a lot of time and a lot of resources to do, though. This thing is wrecked. I'm talking a couple hundred thousand gold and several months range-wait, wait," he sits back in his chair, holding the gauntlet up. "The seams haven't even settled yet. These wounds are fresh. This thing couldn't have been broken more than 24 hours ago. He looks down at the two of you. "Do you know what it was supposed to do?"
You freeze up a little. For some reason, explaining the resurrection seems like a bad idea. Maybe you're just being paranoid. "Harms and heals," you respond.
Nortin inspects the gauntlet closer. "Yeah, I guess I could see that in there somewhere. There's a conduit to the plane of shadow, which I guess could have been used as a buffer between a separate link from the positive and negative energy planes. Definitely some conjuration in there too, hmm. If that link was there, though, it's been blown so wide open that it's unrecognizable. I'm going to guess it somehow operated at a magnitude exponentially higher than it was designed for, and the buffer couldn't hold it all? I don't know though, the positive and negative energy planes aren't coterminous, so I have no idea how that crack would have formed, or through what medium" He shakes his head, "Sorry, thinking aloud. I might have to enlist someone with more expertise on planar membranes to crack this one, if it means that much to you. I would honestly prefer we just slag it, I'm only offering because you helped us out. If dad gets ahold of something like this he is not going to let it go until he gets it sorted out. I'm afraid it also wouldn't be cheap."
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