After making my previous report in person, I quickly located the trail of my compatriots and followed it into the base of a decrepit tower. After getting apprised of the situation, I dispatched Rayan back to headquarters, as requested. Rousing my compatriots, we continued the exploration of this ‘Tower of Art’. I could feel the arcane energies somewhere within the tower, and in it’s current state of disrepair, I sent Nocturne ahead to not only scout for ambushes, but to ensure that the stairs and floors would at least support some weight.
Nocturne returned and reported a room at the next landing, and that the stairs continuing up had collapsed. Gathering together, we made our way up the stairs. Unfortunately, I misjudged the combined weight of our group (the dragonborn tend to be heavier than you realize) and the stairs collapsed under us. Thankfully, we made it to the landing, though we would find it difficult to return the way we came.
Within the room at the landing, we found four fields of energy along the walls and a swirling vortex of what seemed to be a portal in the center of the floor near the exit from the room. Fearing a trap, we cautiously explored the room. And, true to my gut, the trap was sprung. Several vicious creatures sprang from the vortex, attacking us. While defending ourselves, we found that the shimmering fields along the walls allowed instant teleportation to the similarly colored field on the opposite wall. We used this to our advantage to both assault our foes en mass and to evac our wounded to safer spots. Bastion, true to form, stuck his head into the vortex. While not the brightest candle, his axe proved quite useful, so who is to complain. He was unharmed by the experience, so we continued through the room and up another flight of stairs.
The next room we arrived at was what appeared to be an arcane workshop. Four braziers sat in the primary corners, each filled with what I would describe as distilled elemental energy, with the center of the room dominated by a large serious of sigils and runes. Quickly determining the sigils were a form of arcane trap, I warned my fellows to avoid them at all chance. In the far corner from the door stood a ghostly form dressed in robes. This creature, the former master of this tower, took offense to our presence. Nocturne and I attempted to ease his concerns through discourse while the rest of the group moved carefully through the room. True to form, Bastion showed little concern for the arcane and, while he was not harmed, tempted the fates on multiple occasions.
Nocturne and I decided to start passing through the room while conversion with the spirit (he appeared to be leaning towards our requests), which called himself as Thagdal. Unfortunately, as I was attempting to cross the room (I caught my boot as I attempted to leap over the trap and felt the sting of it’s necrotic energies), the ghost assaulted me. Responding quickly, the group laid into the ghost, though our attacks only showed minimal effects. In order to allow more room to maneuver, Bastion tipped over the brazier near where we fought the ghost, covering the ground with distilled necrotic energy. Kudos ton Bastion for the idea.
After dispatching the ghost and tending to our wounded, we thoroughly searched the room. In the search we discovered the nature of the artifact and a potential location, though not it’s form. It seems the artifact is similar o the rings some magi used to hold spells, though the artifact seems to store magical potential, not actual formed arcane energies. As for the location, it seems High Cardinal Kuzhar (unknown person, perhaps different spellings?) ordered the ring held in the vaults of the Silver Flame. Gathering up the items of note, we made our way from the tower and are heading back to headquarters for a full debriefing.