March 8, 1370 dawns sunny and cool, with the temperature around the freezing point.
After breakfast Occa sets to learning Identify spells.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, Scryte walks around the camp. "Ok. So when do we go. I'm ready. You just say the word and I'm there. By the way, what words would they be. Alacazam! Zefnib Alblequeque..."cough. "Boy, that magic stuff really ties up the tongue. Don't it. So, what is it going to feel like? I'm I going to turn into vapor? That would be really neat. Poof. I'm gone. Poof. I reappear. Boy I could get used to this magic stuff. So you ready. I'm really ready. Can I help. I could do something. Huh, huh, huh."
Occa says, "Well Scrythe, we will be torn to pieces and reassembled somewhere else. Unfortunately, sometimes it doesn't come back together right....sometimes you end up in the ground...sometimes in the rock. If it does happen...you will be lucky if you die instantly." He grins and says, "Ready?"
Scryte grins back. "Suuuuure, Odda. We'll be torn to bits. Thats a good one. I'm not that gullable. Put together in the ground. It can't be all that dangerous. You all wouldn't be doing it if it was." Shaking his head and smiling, you hear the curly haired little halfling mutter "torn to bits", then chuckles.
Occa smiles and says, "Come here...I will teleport you into that tree over there if you like. As for why...it is fast. The risk is minimal, though.. especially if you know where you are going."
Jesse hums a little ditty...
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip that started from this little port, aboard this landlocked ship.
The mate was a mighty magic man, The Skipper brave and sure, Five passangers set forth for a teleportation tour.
It takes Occa all day to prepare his spells and the items to be examined. Alas, for Phil, too much time has passed now for him to be able to learn anything else about the items.
Finally, late in the afternoon, Occa casts identify on the bracers. The spell tells him that the bracers provide the same level of protection that a suit of plate mail would provide.
Occa then feels very weak...due to the effects of the spell.
Occa will rest.
Scryte takes off his pack and goes to see what Who Knows is doing. "Boy, these magic guys sure are lazy. Eat, sleep, and read. I'm glad I'm not a wizard."
"So, seeings how it looks like we're going to be here for a while, do you think I could start my training?"