I have the Scrying Eye. MATT: There you go. SAM: (singing) Scrying eyes-- ALL: (singing) -- are watching you. SAM: (singing) They see your... MATT: Anyone have the item card for the-- MARISHA: I have it. MATT: Oh, you do?
Great. So yeah, it allows you to basically do the equivalent of a scry spell once per day. MARISHA: Once a day. MATT: Yeah, all right. MARISHA: Do we want to do this here? LIAM: I think as soon as possible. TALIESIN: I think the question is, do we tell them and see if we can enlist some help with this now or wait until after we know-- SAM: Tell who? MARISHA: I mean, this is going to take me ten minutes. This is going to take me a second. SAM: Let's find out where she is. If she's still in the city, we can maybe hunt her down and track her down today. TALIESIN: Do we get any help before we do that, though? From her employers? LAURA: We'll talk to... Treev? MARISHA: You guys figure it out, I'm going to start scrying https://oncasinogames.com/canada/roulette/. TALIESIN: Figure out where she's going, what she's doing, how many of them. All these things. I'm sorry. LAURA: Percy, we'll find her. TALIESIN: That's what I'm worried about. MATT: All right, so without the gun you don't get the bonus from the item focus. MARISHA: Oh, fuck. MATT: But you also have the gun not in your presence. MARISHA: Do we want to have the gun for this? Actually, yeah. I'll do that. I'm going to go in the other room, grab the gun, and scry. LAURA: I'm going to go sit with you while you scry. MATT: Okay, you go into the room, and as you walk toward the bed, Trinket growls at you. LAURA: Trinket. TALIESIN: I have another option. I have another option. We still have her notes. We still have her notes. MARISHA: Does anything help? MATT: I mean, an object of which has some close contact with the individual could help, yeah. MARISHA: Sure, whatever. TALIESIN: It is her diary notes of how to build my gun. MATT: Yeah. You can use that instead, if you wanted. LAURA: So we're not in the room with Trinket. MARISHA: Can I use both? MATT: They would not overlap. MARISHA: Oh. LAURA: Trinket, you keep doing your thing. MATT: (bear noises) LAURA: All right, let's go back to the other room and let's get something else to-- MARISHA: I don't know, what do you think would be better, her notes or? TALIESIN: Her notes. Let's be safe. MARISHA: Okay. I'm going to use her notes. MATT: Okay. That will add five to the DC modifier. So what's the DC of the spell? MARISHA: My spell save DC is 19. MATT: All right, so now it's 24 to try and resist this, as I throw my d20 into oblivion. Fuck that dice. I didn't need it. LAURA: Do you want one? I have a bag. MATT: You know, I'll use the big one, then, that Chris Perkins gave me. TRAVIS: And thus ends Vox Machina. MATT: DM power. All right, then. This is now Ripley's wisdom saving throw. Hm, okay. TRAVIS: (laughs) Hm. LIAM: Interesting, interesting. LAURA: Does that dice go to dice jail? MATT: No. As you sit down and focus, you take the small object in your hand and concentrate with the notes in front of you, and you find that thread of connection between your memory of Ripley, as fuzzy in some places as it is, you have a very clear image of the moments you guys met in Whitestone. The notes, you connect those threads, focus on the object, and then you guys watch as Keyleth's eyes dart open once again, clouded over and white. Your vision pierces above. You can see your consciousness thrust through the clouds, white clouds passing by, passing by, and then your vision comes back down through the clouds, only instead of the desert, instead of the mountains, instead of anything in the nearby area, it's just ocean. Just ocean. LAURA: She's fucking finding another one. MATT: Waves seem endless around you. MARISHA: Oh no. MATT: You emerge once more, your vision moving before, only now there's a torrential rain surrounding you, lightning, thunder clapping. You are in the center of a very, very heavy storm that is tearing across this ocean expanse. A boat creaks, ropes swing, and you hear voices yell. A crew barely holding it together. Standing on the deck, hooded, you see Ripley, calm, and looking out into the horizon. She smiles from beneath her dark leather cloak, a shimmer of blue energy dimly crackling across its inner lining. A voice yells, "Nothing yet!" And her eyes dart up to the crow's nest, then back down to her weapon, a handheld firearm of slick design, but familiar function. Six barrels. LIAM: Oh, snap. MATT: Lightning flashes once more in the distance, followed by a very, very nearby crack of thunder. The boat lists for a second as a wave passes under it, and it catches itself again. She runs to the deck to look out across the crashing waves, and the vision fades back. LIAM: That was magical. TRAVIS: That was hot. That was hot. SAM: Is there any ocean in town? MARISHA: Bitch! She is a-- I grab the gun-- you are a piece of shit! LAURA: I thought the gun was under the bed with Trinket. TALIESIN: You've literally just grabbed my hand and are yelling into it.
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