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Divination (Scrying) Level: Bard 5, cleric 7, druid 7, sorcerer/wizard 6 Components: V, S, M/DF, F Casting Time: 1 hour Range: See text Effect: Magical sensor Duration: 1 minute/level Saving Throw: No Spell Resistance: No At the culmination of this long ritual, you gaze into your scrying focus and stretch out your sight. The mists within the reflective surface dissipate, and suddenly you can see and hear a familiar place. You can see and hear what occurs at a location, which can be at any distance on the same plane where you are located . You must make a successful caster level check (1d20 + your caster level) to scry a specific location . The difficulty of this check depends on how familiar you are with that location and what sort of physical connection (if any) you have to that place . Furthermore, the difficulty to scry the desired locale increases if the location is extremely far removed, indoors or underground, or on another plane . The DC of this check is 20 + any modifiers related to your knowledge of the area, your connection to it, and the location’s distance, as set out in the following table . If you fail this check, the scrying attempt simply fails .

If the caster level check succeeds, you create an invisible magical sensor in any location you desire . Through this sensor you can both see and hear, your vantage and range of vision being the same as if you were actually at that place, allowing you to make Spot and Listen checks as normal . You can rotate the sensor as you wish, seeing in any direction you desire . Once the spell is cast, however, you cannot change the position of the sensor .

As with all divination (scrying) spells, the sensor has your full visual acuity, including any magical effects . In addition, the following spells have a 5% chance per caster level of operating through the sensor: detect chaos, detect evil, detect good, detect law, detect magic, and message .

If the caster level check fails, you can’t attempt to scry on any place within 1 mile of that location until 24 hours have passed .

Arcane Material Component: The eye of a mole, a badger, or a xorn, plus nitric acid, copper, and zinc .

Wizard, Sorcerer, or Bard Focus: A mirror of finely wrought and highly polished silver costing not less than 1,000 gp . The mirror must be at least 2 feet by 4 feet .

Cleric Focus: A holy water font costing not less than 100 gp .

Druid Focus: A natural pool of water .

Knowledge Caster Level Check DC Modifier

None1 +10 Secondhand (you have heard +5 of the location) Firsthand (you have been to +0 the location) Familiar (you have been to –5 the location often) 1 You must have some sort of connection to a location you have no knowledge of.

Location Caster Level Check DC Modifier

Per 1,000 miles away +2 Indoors or underground +2 On another plane +10

Connection Caster Level Check DC Modifier

Likeness or picture –2 An object that has been in –4 the location for a week or more2 A plant, mineral, or other –10 object taken from the area2 2 The object must have been in the location within the past year.

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“Only critters more greedy ’n misers are dragons. Fact, I think I heard once that ‘miser’ is Elven for ‘dragon,’ but I don’t know.

“Anyhow, the most miserly dragon as ever I seen were the great green, Morxmordrex. ’E loved his gold and his gems like any dragon, but his favorite were a cup o’ platinum he just adored. So I sets me eyes on winning that wee cup fer meself.

“In ’is sleepin’ time I sneaks in and starts movin’ bits o’ his hoard into little tunnels. I don’t take nothin’, and in fact I leave a few extra coins and gems layin’ about within. Then I waits for ’im to wake up and find ’is hoard much reduced. ’E gets a mite upset, and goes rampagin’ through the forest. When he calms down, I walks up to him and says, ‘I been hearin’ yer bellerin’ and wonder what might make ye so mad.’ So ’e says, ‘Some thief stole me hoard. Were it ye?’ I says no but that I’ll help ’im look for it.

“Now ’e don’t trust me rightly, but ’e’s desperate and wants his treasures back. So I start by lookin’ fer tracks, ’cuz I tells ’im I’m a ranger—me! A dwarf! But ’e believes me, so I pretends to look. Near the end o’ the day ’e starts gettin’ mad, so I ‘finds’ the loot down in a deep shaft. ’E can’t reach down in to grab more’n a few coins, so I offers to go in—fer a price. Now, Morxmordrex ain’t too happy ’bout that, but ’e says I can have one piece o’ ’is hoard. I says the cup.

“Fer a moment I thought ’e was gonna eat me right there, but ’e just raged and bellered a bit afore ’e agreed. Two hours later I ’ad me that wee cup and ’e ’ad him back ’is precious hoard.”