Session 50: Infinite power! Teeny tiny living space... Report

General Summary

Choosing to spend the time while Roy was busy practicing skills and training, the group began to focus their efforts.

Roisin Marshfield began training her acrobatic and reaction skills, leaping from one caryatid column to the next; she also tested her flexibility through extreme contortion. During these stretching efforts a sudden bolt of lightning, no doubt attracted by the magic in her blood, struck her. Roisin Marshfield found this painful, and disturbing, but was able to recover and continue training.

Meanwhile, Jeeves , on opening the magical book which he thought was herbal recipes, saw words on a page he could not understand that began to swim and swirl, forming into a face. A middle aged man, with dark hair a well kept beard with a little salt and pepper starting, and hazel eyes. "Oh, how interesting, you have a little bit of magic, but you aren't much of a spellcaster, are you? I'm sorry my friend, I'm afraid you're unworthy, I'll have to add you to my pages." Jeeves experienced a lightness, and everything faded away, until Jeeves found himself standing in a garden. The voice spoke again. "You have nothing to add to the knowledge already recorded in my pages, so, well, enjoy the garden. You'll be here for a very long time..." Jeeves fumbled about thinking he should be thanking the voice for the relatively mild situation. A few minutes later Jeeves heard a voice calling his name and suddenly felt very flat and constrained, realizing he was now part of the book he had read, regardless of how his environment appeared. Realizing also that this book was a true artifact, a thing of cosmic power, and he responded to the question from Roy , in a few years, before finding himself back in this garden. Looking around Jeeves saw hundreds of trees, vegetable patches, fruit bushes, shrubs, all manner of plants. The weather was pleasant, the pink sky was a bit strange, but he could hear birds. There were stone benches in places, a vast fountain of clear water near the center (40 feet wide, 10 feet high, with the central geyser rising 40 feet in the air). Jeeves climbed up the fountain, thinking a bath might be nice, reaching the top he noticed a familiar thing embedded in the stone at the top; a decanter much like the one Roisin Marshfield carries. Jeeves quickly washed clean in the cascade, but could see a decent distance from this location, and selected a tall tree to climb. After falling, contemplating life for a minute, becoming convinced he will die by sunset, and climbing the tree again, Jeeves discovered the garden was perhaps two miles in radius. Further exploration showed that the outer edge was a wall of some kind of stone but smooth like metal, and the sky an illusion. Finally determining he was not going anywhere, and had nothing particularly useful to do, Jeeves headed to the center of the garden to await the end of this day. Reaching the end of the day, and awakening the next morning, Jeeves realized he was not destined to die just yet, and cursed the strange wild magic that likely convinced him of pending doom. Moving down and setting up a small alchemy lab on a couple of benches painstakingly dragged into place near the fountain, Jeeves began experimenting with alchemy and trying procedures he'd only read about before this time. Spending time to create a Boromun's Boast, the first attempt went badly, leaving him unable to digest food for a time. A Second attempt resulted in vomiting forth a 12 foot tall Saguaro Cactus with two arms that promptly took root. Jeeves also noticed an improvement in lifting capability, and thought he must be getting close. Choosing to try Maverson's Mouthful this time, Jeeves tested the draught, vomiting forth an Electrum Ennui that stunned several nearby trees; but also fell into a vat of molten cheese a few minutes later, suffering terrible burns as the hot material burned his skin, also the cheese, once cooled, was delicious.

Boris spent the time in prayer, seeking wisdom to smite the foes of justice, and to find those seeking to escape justice. Boris' meditations convinced him to introduce himself to his friends, thinking they did not know him. Boris introduced himself to all his friends, as though they had never met him before, and the group took this in stride as a normal part of their strange lives. Boris, the next day, suddenly discovered he had been temporarily gifted with otherworldly intellect and knowledge of the most powerful of arcane magics. Determined to gain some lasting benefit from this temporary boon, Boris added two magical spells, which he suddenly found himself aware of, to the copy of Roy 's book he had recently discovered in his own belongings. Continuing his prayer and meditation, Boris finally completed his time of prayer as his petition for greater wisdom was granted, just as he noticed that he had spent the last several hours resting his back against his own tombstone atop his own freshly dug grave, a tombstone that read "Here lies Boris, he diligently sought Justice, but Justice found him first.".

As Roy conjured a magical extra-dimensional mansion, everyone went inside to explore the space and found a quite typical mansion filled with invisible servants and well appointed rooms. A grand Foyer, to the right a sitting room, to the left a library and study; ahead a grand dining room with large kitchen to the right. Above a master suite above the dining room, three modest rooms to the right, and three more to the left. SixOfEighteen tried cooking some food late that night, but managed to cook his hand and slice it as well accidentally. Boris spent the night in his room, along with Cigfran . Roy spent the evening in his study, and Roisin Marshfield joined him to read one of her story books while one of the unseen servants tipped his wine to his lips at a wave of his hand. Fred the turtle was hand fed vegetables while a servant cleaned his feet and another waxed his shell. When the mansion dissipated in the morning, Roy recast immediately, and also summoned individual mansions for Roisin Marshfield (a pillow castle) and SixOfEighteen (a massive kitchen). SixOfEighteen spent a day attempting, with the help of the mansion servants, to cook useful food, but was only ablt to create a mix of inedible and unpalatable food; realizing that despite the pre-programmed skill, he needed more practice to accomplish the dextrous movements required for effective cooking. After this final day in conjured mansions, Roy experienced another surge of random magic associated with failing to properly comprehend and copy a spell from this magical book; the result was that the book suddenly closed and Roy shook himself free of his odd obsession with this powerful artifact, for now. The group decided, because the local area seemed relatively secure, they would spend another week waiting for Roy to study and practice using the extra-dimensional tent spell he had used so many times before. During this time Roy also practiced a spell he had known for a while, which could transform a single item into a small leather patch which could be restored with a word and gesture. This replaced several chests and barrels, as well as some crates, backpacks of rations, and a few other items with small leather patches, and the group placed empty chests and barrels in the "purse" so it remained "full", but those empty containers could be filled later and, potentially, shrunk as well. Completing his training, Roy improved his perceptiveness and insight, meditating on his experience with an artifact and his time in hell, realizing that some things simply are not meant for mortal beings. Finishing training and other activities, the party did finally explore the last library, taking a couple more days to do so. Cigfran also sought books on Alchemy and Herbalism in those libraries, and found a 12 volume set on herbalism, and a 14 volume set on alchemy. The "main" library (which Roy named "The Great Library of the Artificers' Freehold"), the last to be explored, was another room that a person would shrink when entering. This made the interior dimensions seem to be a 960 foot cube. The twelve levels each rose 80 feet, with shelves packed to the limits with books and manuscripts. Fortunately there was an anteroom with an index, and Roy was able to find a single book on temporo-spatial phenomena that, despite being far beyond Roy 's comprehension, might someday help Roy with a goal to perhaps bring the people of this place back from wherever their disrupted ritual sent them. With that, and regrouping to begin seeking what else might lie within these ancient halls, the party moved back to the chamber where they had fought undead horrors some 4 weeks, now, before. There, they saw the massive rockfall that had blocked their exit weeks before, and considered what to do next.