[x] Plan SuperSonicSound
It occurs to you that the ward around your room may be interfering with Ambrose's communication spell. While it wasn't specifically set up to impede magical energy coming into the room from the outside, and wouldn't have any appreciable effect on something like a fireball being chucked at your window, you also didn't specifically design the ward to allow transmissions of this type. Partly because you lack that level of skill, but mainly because you weren't expecting anybody to drop a Sending on you any time soon.
That in mind, you quickly cast a first-circle form of the "Spell of Receiving" you'd come up with - essentially the magical equivalent of raising a portable radio antenna, as opposed to the transmission tower the full, fourth-circle version of the spell would have provided. Then you quickly step out into the upstairs hallway, leaving the protection and potential interference of the ward.
"Alex, what-" Briar begins.
You cut her off with a brief hiss and a choppy gesture, as you try to focus on what you're hearing.
Gained Listening C
You must have done something right, because the static - while not completely gone - has largely diminished to an annoyance in the background, rather than something that threatens to completely drown out the content of the message.
"-ran into a bit of *nag," Ambrose is saying. "Long story ***rt, I had to hop a portal, *** now I'm in Hell. A Hell, at least. One of the classical ones, all f*** and brimstone and bat-winged, cloven-hoofed, horned demons- just a moment." There is a hiss of static, and when the wizard speaks next, his voice sounds a bit distant. "I'm tr***g to talk to s***one here, you **consi***ate a**! Bu**er off and find **** other lost soul to men***!"
You hear a terrible roar that is NOT mystical transmission interference. In response, Ambrose barks a word of magic, and then there is another roar, much more explosive in nature. The static momentarily intensifies, and you lose track of a few seconds.
"-c** get b**k fine on my own," Ambrose continues calmly, as if the interruption hadn't occurred, "but it may take me a while. Unless of course, you're willing to help."
"What would this 'help' involve?" you venture cautiously.
"Well, ideally, you'd crea** a planar beacon that would allow me to lock on to your po**tion and travel there directly. Of course, that would take a c*******able effort on your part, enough that I don't believe the safeguards on Lu Tze's training hall would be able to hide it."
This sounds like a bad idea. You say so.
"I thought you might *** that," Ambrose admits. "Well, it's ***s ideal, but you could get in touch with Altria and l** her know of my, er, circumstances. My workshop has every***ng necessary for the job, all set up and ready to go - all she'd need to do ** push a button, basically."
See, this sounds like a much better idea. Again, you say as much.
"I'd really prefer to avoid that a**roach, though, because however I do this, I'm going to have at least one an*ry demon chasing me." There is a pause, punctuated by more spellcasting and a series of staccato explosions, followed by pain-filled bellows. "****ib*y **ve**l a*gry de*ons," Ambrose amends. "And I'd ra**er not have such unruly visitors droppi*g by the manor. Altria's father has this thing about demons on the property, I'd be hearing about it for months."
You have to stop and boggle at that.
"Ambrose," you say carefully, being sure to enunciate precisely. "Are you suggesting that I should help you summon a pack of angry demons into my hometown? Because that's what it sounds like on this end!"
"What? Oh, no! No, no, no!" comes the hasty reassurance. Then there's a pause. "Well, yes. But I'll be right there to get rid of them for you!"
Forget bad; this sounds like a HORRIBLE idea. And once more, you say so!
[ ] And then you go ahead and do the horrible thing anyway.
- [ ] But not in the house.
-- [ ] Or in your neighborhood.
--- [ ] Or anywhere in the town limits.
[ ] Get in touch with Altria.
- [ ] She has a (magic) cellphone, and Ambrose should know the number.
- [ ] Go cast a Spell of Sending... somewhere. (Write-in preferred location.)
[ ] Ambrose said he could get back on his own, so you're just going to hang up now. Buh-bye.