Crete

[Psyche]

You three have a strange ability, when you came in from your respective planes, you passed through the portals with ease. The makers are quite confused, and you are called before the council for a trial.
You see all of the grand makers, including the one that first contacted you, Mr. Terran G. Soriss, who offered to sponsor you and speak up for you, so long as you will do "a few jobs for him while out and about." A question rings in all of your brains though: what is out and about?
You are called to your trial and Ms. Emily Granger, a pretty auburn-haired woman of roughly 26, petite and with a smirk that never leaves her face, asks: "Who is going to address the elephant in the room? No one? Well, than it falls to me. How did these people, these things not allowed here by any of the grand makers, get here? I think they have the power of sigil, and thus can resurrect our King." Immediately the room erupts in shouting, only the Grand Makers remaining calm. Peter, the Grand maker of Gold, eventually gets fed up, and, at the same time as Johnathin, yells "Silence," shutting the room up. Then Peter makes his proposal "Send them on their quest, and those of you who cite that we haven't enough magic as is will be unhappy. Don't Send them, and you who call for their ultimate empowerment in order to restore our wonderful king will be rioting. So I propose this, send them on their mission, give them what we must of normal gear, but nothing of magic, and let it be done."

What do you do? Post on the Out of character for any questions

[Millstone85]

The Grand Maker of Gold isn't the only one who tires of this kangaroo court.

"When you speak of giving us what you must of normal gear, would that be the restitution of the equipment you took from us? As a soldier, I have been taking great care of my armor, shield and weapons. It is a disgrace to see them thus robbed from me!"

The one who just spoke appears to be a genasi, though his body seems undecided on whether it belongs to the element of fire, air, water or earth. The stressful situation has exacerbated this trait, making him look like one of those flesh golems made from several different corpses, except the frontier between one patch of skin and another keeps shifting. This does nothing to give him a commanding presence, quite on the contrary.

[Psyche]

"Well my fine sir," says the Grand Maker of Fire, Theodore, " You know not of your mission, so until you know what you are getting yourself into, I would shut that shifting mouth of yours."

[JNAProductions]

"You kidnapped us, put us on a sham trial, and you expect us to just take it?" Okki says. She appears as a tall, lean woman, with fiery auburn hair. "Why should we listen to you?"

[Millstone85]

Maël, for that is the genasi's name, nods approvingly.

"And dare you not say that we should listen because you have us surrounded and bound. Prisoners have rights, or at least they do in civilized lands. I only take missions from my superior officers and all I will listen to now is answers to my questions. What is this place and why does it fear visitors so much?"

[Psyche]

You are quickly shooed out by a lady who seems to float inches above the ground, held up by angelic wings that seem as perfect compliments to her golden hair. The wind blows past you, and you are removed. The doors to the courtroom don't open to you again, and quaggoth guards take you to chambers, prepared specifically for you. What kind of chambers are they?

[Millstone85]

Maël's room is clean and almost spartan in its simplicity, which he likes, but the one bit of decoration brings a smile to his face. His chain mail, shield, longsword and light crossbow are all here, mounted on the walls!

His joy, however, is short lived. Another feat of powerful magic mocks him, as he discovers that his equipment actually floats in the air a few centimeters away from the walls and, more importantly, will not budge at all. It is as if the items are being held by chains that Maël can neither see nor touch.

[JNAProductions]

Okki's room is appointed with bright colors, with lots of comfortable pillows and rugs. While the room is pleasant to be in, she's still rather miffed at the whole situation.

[Psyche]

The next day you are met by the same lady who shooed you out. In a smooth voice, she tells you: "I apologize for last night's chaos, but we have been looking for those like you for 20 years. You see, 20 years ago our king disappeared, and we are all desperate to get him back. In case of such emergencies, the king gave us a ritual, along with a list of items, people, and events that we need to perform it. Among the list of people was three with the power of sigil, the city of doors, which too fell in the event of our great king's death and gave the power of doors (the power to enter our portals unhindered) to a select few . The list is in this book. I hope you find it in your heart to not hold it against us that we took you. Your training with a faction begins tomorrow.
The book is a fine leather tome made out of what appears to be minotaur skin. Do you look inside?

[JNAProductions]

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That text is really hard to read. Another color, mayhaps?

"..."

Okki is quiet for a few moments. "This book is bound in the skin of a once-sentient being. You're really not making a good case for yourself."

[Psyche]

"This minotaur skin came from the minotaur Monosies, who went on a murder spree within the fields surrounding our city, killing 64 people. My king snapped his neck after an easily won battle. You wish us to kill an innocent cow to provide skin for a book when the vile killer's hide serves just as well?"

[Millstone85]

Maël feels that he may have heard of this "Siggle" city before, and of it having a connection with minotaurs, but is not sure and prefers to remain as silent as the lizardfolk who has been sharing their predicament.

[JNAProductions]

She shakes her head. "I would much rather use plants-not harming a creature. And while I'm certain that, if you're telling the truth, the minotaur was vicious and had to be stopped, that's no reason to desecrate his body. Let his soul go to its just desserts."

[Psyche]

"True." She says "But I cannot change it. Read it if you wish, I will leave you to it."

[Psyche]

Do you want to read it?

[JNAProductions]

Okki looks to her companion. "I'm not touching something like that-made from the skin of a sentient being."

[Millstone85]

Maël gets out of his introspection. No, the City of Doors doesn't ring any bell after all.

What Maël does know is that lizardfolk have a reputation of using all materials available, including the corpses of their foes or even of their fallen friends, to craft all sorts of things. He turns to the one present in the room, hoping he will be less grossed out with the book than the woman and Maël himself are.

"So, hello, the name is Maël, or Private First Class Maël Stormsoul for future reference. I think I caught the lady's name earlier... Okki, was it? And what about you, my reptilian fellow?"

[oogaboogagoblin]

zushk looks at his new compatriots confused at their sudden hesitation, shrugs, grabs the tome, and starts leafing through the pages, while slowly responding to mael. ¨I am zushk, I apologize for lack of an introduction, I was... occupied with current predicament¨

[Millstone85]

"That's quite understandable, Zushk. Our lives really took a sudden turn there. Magically transported to an unknown place full of very excited people talking of prophecies and royal necromancy, complete with a book made of a killer's skin. That has got to give someone pause."

[Psyche]

The book is filled with words in a strange language, but at the very end is two pages written in common in the most precise hand you have ever seen listing all you need for the ritual. And it is a lot:
(All save the first must be from sigil's children)
The Gauntlet of Bane, taken by force
A tooth from 3 beast lords, rightfully won
Breath from a frost dog, given willingly
A sword of vengeance
The blood of the channeler
A mercenary's commander, a shield given after being free
The apparatus
Shtrahd's blood
dawnbringer
Azalin's finger
A dead elder brain
Valaakith's blessing on a person of sigil
Essence of Limbo
The sword of a planetar, struck by a diva's mace and blessed by a solar
the signal tower's flesh
The Timeline rewind undone
The Lady's mask
Six's Coat
The greatest ultroloth's sword
A person of sigil, as an archdevil
Bel's sword
A page from mammon's ledger
The sword of Kas
The crook of Rao
Fra'zz Urb'luu's staff
A curse from each of the elemental princes, with the blessings of their Prophets
The Broken Pieces of Myrkul's Censer
The broken Pieces of Bhaal's knife
Gruumsh's Eyepatch
A storm Orb from each of Arcadia's Masters
A tooth from each of tiamat's Head
A person of sigil blessed by a Blue greatwyrm and the primus at the same time
Bahaumut's tooth, ripped out by an archfiend
Mephistopiles' Blessing, given after his defeat
The wand of elysium's mistro and a weapon from each of the 12
The eye of the man who's skull adorns orcuses' wand, willingly given
The participation in the ritual of Valeska Drakov, Each of the former Grand Makers, Erasmus, Rudolph, Ivan Dyslina, Firan Zal'honan, The weathermay-Foxgrove sisters, Hazalin, A Rakasha, A red abishi, The queen of the seelie and unseelie fae

[oogaboogagoblin]

The more Zushk reads on,the worse he feels about the whole endeavor,while he doesn't understand the meaning of any of the Items,he starts to see the scope of the trails that await. ¨This is far worse than anticipated¨ he remarks. ¨ Do you recognise any of this?¨ he asks, turning the book in Maël and Okki´s direction.

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by the way by worse I mean in RP, this looks awesome to play

[Millstone85]

"I only recognize three names: Gruumsh, Tiamat and Bahamut, all of them gods. It is laughable to think that mere mortals like us could steal or bargain any of their possessions, especially a piece of clothing let alone body parts, and I would assume that the rest of the list is equally ridiculous. Plus, all this to resurrect one man? I respect kings but this is beyond hubris.

Maybe it is open to interpretation and we are actually tasked to acquire:

• The eyepatch of a chosen of Gruumsh, who ritually half-blinded themself.
• A tooth from each of the five types of chromatic dragon.
• A tooth from any type of metallic dragon, removed by a fiendish warlock.

The chosen may not consider the eyepatch itself to be sacred, or nonetheless give it to us in exchange for a proper tribute. Dragons never stop growing, so they probably lose and grow new teeth often, meaning we need not necessarily face any of the chromatics. The last one is the most dangerous, and also the most damning unless we can find a corrupted metallic and a repentant warlock."

[Psyche]

Words drift up from the book:
"You my good sir are quite wrong, the challenges written are quite real, and exactly as written. Only things of great power can rebirth things of great power. Do the list in order, and you will find quite enough strength to go on. You have more power than you realize"
Out of the book comes a death dog.
Roll initiative. Death Dog: 18

[Millstone85]

Maël
Current state: poison resistance, produce flame, Amphibious
Initiative: 8 + 2 = 10

Note: Presently bereft of equipment.

[oogaboogagoblin]

14 IN

also no items

[ziadentalcare]

Very Knowledgefull and learning content.

Thanking You...

[JNAProductions]

Okki cusses, and fumbles for a spell. A spot of ice forms at the tips of her fingers, then shoots onto the dog.

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Frostbite, DC 13 Constitution save or take (1d6)[1] cold damage.
Also, on a failed save, disadvantage on their next attack roll.

I'll roll a flat d20 for the dog's save, and you can add their mods. (1d20)[5]

[Psyche]

failure
Dog attacks zushk, missing once, hitting once. the attack deals 1d6+2(6) damage, and he succeeds on the saving throw against the deadly poison.

[oogaboogagoblin]

zushk tries to bite back, then ducks and sprints to safety, clutching his wounded arm

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hungry jaws bonus action (15 to hit, on a hit the dog takes 2 damage and zushk heals 3) then disengage action to further ahead in the room

[Psyche]

hit,
Mael, your turn