At around dawn on October 1st, Farad suddenly reappears in camp.
It is yet another dreary, wet day in Nolthen.
"Well?" asks McTavish.
"The others have started their training. In two weeks I'll return and we can sell whatever magic we don't need. Two of our group will probably then train some more. So we are looking at a month's wait here." says Farad.
McTavish grumps for a bit, then says, "Oh well...guess everybody had better be in top form for what's ahead."
"Well I suppose I will start on this damn pile of magic items. Farad care to join me?" asks Kelar.
Farad goes and begins rummaging through his spellbook and will then help with the identifications.
Farad can identify five items per day while Kelar can identify three. Note that each spell cunsumes 100gp in material components, and you'll be casting two spells per day...
You spend most of the day preparing the items to be identified. At last, late in the afternoon, you begin.
Farad -
potion: he feels like he can see to faraway places.
robe: he learns nothing of it...but McTavish and Kelar, watching, note that after Farad puts it on, he seems to blend in with the surroundings...
flail: he learns nothing of it.
ring mail D: protects the wearer like ring mail and shield.
12 arrows: improves one's chances to hit a target.
scroll: magic user spell darkness.
scroll: magic user spell incendiary cloud.
potion: Farad tastes this, gags, turns purple, and spends the rest of the day vomiting (poison, in other words).
Kelar -
scroll: read magic.
potion: Kelar feels as if he can hear far away places...
scroll: protection from lycanthropes.
potion: tasting this, Kelar feels as if he can control plants.
scroll: magic user spell meteor storm.
scroll: protection from demons.
scroll: magic user spell comprehend languages.
12 arrows: he learns nothing of these.
scroll: magic user spells suggestion and clairaudience.
scroll: protection from magic.
scroll: protection from all lycanthropes.
cloak: Kelar can learn nothing of this item.
potion: tasting this makes Kelar shrink a bit for a moment.
potion: uncorking this, you are surprised when a plume of smoke gushes out of it! It quickly takes on shape and substance...in the form of an enormous man-like figure wearing an earring.
"You have freed me from my prison of many centuries!" he exclaims to the three of you. "For that I thank you. In return, I will grant you each one wish."
McTavish, ever the opportunist, quickly says, "I wish I were stronger."
He becomes stronger.
"I wish that I was trained to my next levels" says Kelar...thinking almost as fast as McTavish.
Nothing obvious appears to happen.
Farad wishes, "I wish I had the additional ability to psionically teleport."
Nothing obvious appears to happen.
"Adios, friends!" says the djinni, and vanishes.
Kelar says, "Farad you might want to pick up some more spell components while you are in Sandas next time."
He then finishes off his identify spell.
ring mail H: Kelar can learn nothing of this.
After that both Farad and Kelar rest.