With some help from Nick Hartell, the geologist at Blue Crater Academy, we thought we’d pinpointed the site for the Fiery Sanctum. The only problem: it seemed to be at the bottom of the lake in the center of Cauldron.
I wasn’t quite feeling myself, so I’m not sure who suggested that we ask a goblin to help us out, but we talked with the leader of the goblin tribe.
He’s a stout fellow, smarter and taller than the rest. His grasp of Common is fairly good. Certainly beats my abilities at Goblin. His name is Lingaub and when Myntilly explained how she thought the mission would go, he was all in agreement.
He stripped to his underclothes (at least they had been fresh a few days before, so this was not as traumatic as it otherwise might have been!) He stood on the dock, waiting the next actions. It was like something from a dream. I remember seeing Myntilly circling the goblin, her lips moving as she cast spell after spell. And then Ian and Acgar joined in. And I heard my voice in the chant as if from a distance.
When the chanting stopped, Lingaub stood there in a swirl of magic. He was stronger, more dexterous, hardier, smarter and somehow, more likeable. He had better resistance to magic. Eagle’s splendor. Mage armor. Protection from evil. Bull’s strength. Message. Endure elements. Shield of faith. Bear’s endurance. Fearlessness. Cat’s grace. Water breathing. Stoneskin.
We gave him all the help we could. And then, he dove into the water.
It felt like hours passed and finally Myntilly got the message. “I am safe.” A smile broke over her face. “Now we can teleport.”
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