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Post by pastels on Mar 7, 2019 5:15:50 GMT
“Oh, we did it! Wonderful job, everyone!” Proserpina breathed out as the ghouls crumpled, her relief overshadowing what hesitance she felt at the start of the battle. Was it too early to say that she was adjusting quite well, or was it simply the numbing taste of victory? Nevertheless, there was one more creature one the loose. She raised her head, eyes raking through the gloom, until she spied the faint shimmer of light bouncing off the eastern wall. “I found the other one. ‘Tis on the farthest corner, to the right.”
The tiefling, still enshrouded in her unearthly glamour, rushed off, leaving behind the scent of flower-laden meadows and honeysuckle. She ran up the altar steps, taking care to keep well away from the center—she had heard enough stories about what could happen there—and watched the glow move from side to side. Eventually, she reached a point where she could see the monster clearly. “Oh, by Milil's sacred harp... I truly don’t feel right insulting the dead… That last one was already bad enough…” Proserpina drew a simple dagger from under her tunic and raised it up, aiming carefully with her free hand as a guide. She took a deep breath, wishing her lessons with Aris stuck true, exhaled, inhaled once more—then steel cut through the air.
(Pippa moves 5 squares NE and attempts to hit G4 with a flying dagger. Disadvantage from long range should cancel out the advantage from faerie fire so yey! Flat roll!) Attack Roll: zuVpSBou1d20+4 Damage: 1d4+2 1d20+4·1d4+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 5:22:28 GMT
The lightning was still thrumming in Thea’s veins as the spell struck. She could tell, before it hit, that it would be a powerful one. Gigi turned, snapping angrily at her before stomping off towards the ghouls, and Thea clenched her jaw, biting back the urge to shout back at the cleric. It wasn’t her fault that Gigi was here; it was Gigi’s, for incurring whatever debt she had to Phi and not managing to pay it off. Thea hadn’t asked for Gigi’s help, not once, and she didn’t much feel like thanking her for scaring Thea half to death by grabbing her neck with no warning, even if it had pulled her away from the ghoul. Gigi’s attitude had been manageable but annoying these last few weeks, but with the stress of the combat situation, Thea was approaching her last nerve.
Thea took a deep, calming breath, allowing herself to feel the anger with Gigi, then exhaling it out, finding comfort and routine in breathing as normally as she could. Anger at the ghouls was helpful; anger at Gigi wasn’t. Thea did her best to let the emotion flow through her and out, to let it harmlessly dissipate into the air, as she watched Pippa yell a – taunt? – at the ghoul, Gigi make another bell sound to drop the second, and Dhaun fell the third with a well-placed arrow. Perhaps in another circumstance, Thea would have felt a little pity for the creatures; not today.
One last ghoul. Then, maybe, the tight, panicky feeling in her chest would dissipate.
Thea’s eyes scanned the room; the last ghoul was glowing from Pippa’s earlier spell, and just as the tiefling called out its location Thea spotted it. It was far – too far for spell casting, unless Thea wanted to fling thunder again, and she wasn’t sure she could summon up enough fear to do it twice so quickly in a row. Something about the way the lightning felt racing through her veins warned her that it was a bad idea, that she’d regret exhausting so much energy so quickly.
Instead, Thea took darted forward, light and quick, and reached down to her belt for the light dagger hanging there. Weapons practice had never been her favorite activity, these last few years, but this wasn’t the first time it had paid off either. Thea didn’t worry much about her hands shaking, despite her tiredness – glassblowing was good for that too – just lifted the dagger and flung it at the distant glowing ghoul with all her strength.
((Thea moves one square forward and throws a dagger at G4. Unless I’ve miscounted, she should be about 55 feet away from the ghoul, meaning just within her (disadvantaged) range! The disadvantage is canceled out by the faerie fire advantage.))
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 5:22:42 GMT
Attack roll: eOQooej61d20+4 If it hits, damage: 1d4+2 1d20+4·1d4+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 5:50:39 GMT
Awwww yeah dagger crit!
Rolling more damage: b1yYX5ebd4+2d4+2
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Mar 7, 2019 15:00:40 GMT
The first ghoul went down, then the other, and Gigi let out a breath she'd been holding. Adrenaline was buzzing through her, keeping her heart pumping, eyes open, and arms out and ready. Three down total, one to go. One more before they could see if they could determine the cause of the reanimation of these corpses. She spared a quick glance over to the still wailing gnome (and only twitched her eye once) who was still holding the corpse of Tomas. So far his corpse hadn't stirred - but who knew what could still happen.
Dhaunmyr was improving with his bow, Prosperina spread her rejuvenating honeysuckle and spring flowers, and sent a dagger solidly in the ghoul's chest cavity. She closed her eyes a moment to enjoy the scent. Flowers. Nothing someone like her ever smelled often. And Thea? She was still bleeding, but her wounds seem to be thickening to prevent any more bleed out for now, her arm should still be fine. Her observance was proven correct when Thea snapped a dagger through the air to land smack dab in the center of the ghoul's chest, right in its heart, causing it to thrash and gurgle.
"Solid aim" She admitted out loud, though if anyone heard her from her more northern location by the top of the alter it was anybody's guess. The glowing arcane flames made it easy to spot the last abomination. Pushing her hair out of her face, Gigi's gold eyes glimmered as she snidely grinned towards the last corpse - green light pulsing through from the, unseen, tattoos down her back to flow into her metal hand. As the energy went through her arm, near the forearm, Gigi's hand flicked to drop and spin so her somatic component was now a mirror of her usual hand motions. The green began to bleed into a deep sickly purple, a deep violet with black and green speckled in it, like the colors found in a bruise.
She snapped from this hand's inverse position, the toils of a graveyard bell booming to once again count down the strokes to midnight of the ghoul's death. This being the third toll in just as short of time? There was the dark resonating church bell tone of three separate 'salutes' to the dead, each one a slightly different frequency, but all sounding dark, ominous, and foreboding.
Wisdom saving through plz, if fail: npZBi0Aq1d12
Move: Now at the farthest right square of the top door's red line Action: Toll the Dead ((Silly me, I missed the obvious aspect that TtD is a necro spell… I'd been describing her spellcasting wrong XD Necro spells are turned a purple color vs the green of 'life' spells. Just a RP flavor thing, don't mind me) Bonus: None brood and be angsty1d12
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 7, 2019 19:57:18 GMT
Ghoul Save: vvR2Jbwt1d20+01d20+0
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 7, 2019 20:22:22 GMT
The pair of daggers sunk deep into the ghoul’s flesh – the first struck it in the back, and it turned, only to take Thea’s blade in the throat. There was an angry, dark snarl which gurgled out of the creature, until the bell tolled, and the monster jerked, once.
Black ichor trickled from its ears, nose, and mouth, and then it dropped to the floor, no longer able to continue its desperate attempt to satiate the hunger within itself. Instead, it became nothing more than a further decrepit corpse amongst the desecrated temple chamber.
Now that the threats had been extinguished, the adventurers could take a little more time to look at their surroundings. There was a faint light to the place; dim, but not as dark as an underground chamber should be. The light came from the ceiling, thin webs of cracks which might, at first, look as though they were sunlight – but no. There was no way that sunlight could penetrate down here. What was that?
And then there were the bodies. The four ghouls had been chowing down on four other corpses, though they had died days ago. It is immediately obvious, when the heroes have time to stop and have a look around, that the undead must have been turned relatively recently, because the bodies would have been gnawed to nothing in a few hours – but it looks as though these people died days ago, killed by, well, ghouls… but … hm.
That likely doesn’t bode well for what is behind the three doors. Each of which has a different symbol upon it.
And, naturally, the Professor remains a blubbering mess.
(I’ll take investigation checks if people want to figure out more of the ‘mystery’ around the specifics of what has happened, and religion, arcana or history checks for the symbols on the doors. We are now out of combat time, but I’m happy to maintain post order – so next up is Dhaun > Prosperina > Thea > Gigi > Me. I will start playing the gnome who you may question and apply social skills to in order to encourage cooperation and not-freaking-out.)
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Post by enchilada on Mar 8, 2019 7:09:52 GMT
Dhaunmyr sighed, getting his weapons out the way and heading around the room to recover some shots. “Wonderful performance, my dears.” He kept an upbeat tone. Violence was largely a common occurrence for someone like him, not just in sight, but against him, too. He decided to come back to that later in his diary. It’d be ridiculous to dwell on such unimportant tripe now. He stuck a thumb in his pocket and smoothed out his hair.
Dhaunmyr looked around with a slight tiredness. The battle had left him a little jumpy and certainly with a certain amount of adrenaline. He held the lower half of his face as he scanned the destruction before him, lightly kicking one of the ghouls as if that action would pass onto him the secrets of the universe. It didn’t.
”Could someone else focus on the professor? It’s not my bag and I wouldn’t want to scare her now, like a ghoul.” He sounded almost bitter. The resentment wasn’t directed towards anyone in particular, but the short outburst did help his nerves a little.
roll for investigation:
YM_Kh9Dz1d20+1 1d20+1
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 10, 2019 0:54:59 GMT
The last ghoul collapsed. Thea couldn’t hear anything for a long moment, nothing but the blood throbbing in her ears. She closed her eyes, pressing both hands to her face for a long moment. Her side hurt, where one ghoul had hit, and her leg throbbed as well, where the other had gotten her. She took a deep breath, wincing at the foul-smelling air in the chamber, and lowered her hands, glancing around. Pippa, Dhaun and Gigi were across the chamber, and nearby – the professor.
Thea stepped down off the stairs, wincing as pain raced through her leg, and knelt next to Professor Gostlethorn.
“Professor?” Thea said, reaching out one hand to the gnome’s shoulder. She paused. “I’m sorry about Tomas and the others,” Thea said, gently. “Maybe Gigi will…” she glanced down at the dead body, and didn’t bother completing the thought. Based on the look of the corpse, and the smell, Tomas had been dead for – some time. Why wasn’t he a ghoul? She was pretty sure no cleric could bring back a ghoul.
“Professor, right now we need to figure out what to do next,” Thea said, tone still as soft and soothing as she could manage. “We can try to take you home, if that’s what you want, or we can try to unravel this – this tragedy. But we can’t do either without your help. Please – help us?”
Roll for persuasion: sWrfMHGy1d20+61d20+6
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Mar 10, 2019 2:55:13 GMT
The ghoul went down. For a moment Gigi allowed herself to let her knees support her weight as she stood, on the far side of the alter, to breathe a sigh of relief. No one had gone down that hadn't already been dead to rights before their arrival.
"Alright, Genasi, Drow... You both got hit at some point, I know you did don't bother hiding it. Get your asses over here before we move on." Her arrogant and stern voice did nothing to improve her bedside table manners. If anything, it probably worked against her. But. She was the only healer here in the room. She wouldn't force her services on either of them, but they wouldn't be getting help from anyone else. Not unless they'd brought their own potions.
Hrmp. Potions.
She hated potions, health potions in particular.
Her 'walk with purpose' strides carried her back to the stairs they'd come down to grab her bag she'd dropped just outside the temple. Without giving a second glance to those talking to the Professor, Gigi knelt down and began setting up her travel medical kit - taking out the small travel cot and setting it up, then pulling out some candles, incense, and even a few crystals. Those? They were all arranged on the floor around the cot, incense lit with a wave of her life-colored green energy, and soon a much more purifying smell began to collect in the space on the western side of the stairs.
An old worn, but cared for, crossbow and a beaten up bolt case containing 20 shots was set on the ground too.
"For those who might have thought that having nothing besides their own magical prowess would be good enough to enter a locked, never-before-entered tomb of potential undead… here. Borrow it, protect yourself." Help me do less work in patching you all up and less worry. She added as a private thought, but those words would never pass her lips. It'd be interesting to see if Thea or Prosperina would take up the offering.
"Drow." She turned to spot Dhaunmyr who had finished collecting all the thrown weapons from earlier, calling out sharply to get his attention. "The genasi is busy dealing with the gnome. You're first." She patted the cot and then shrugged of her jacket, perhaps the first time since they'd all started traveling in the past three weeks. Tattoos covered near every inch of her body, front and back. Symbols of varying detail, all arcane yet… natural looking were prevalent. Vines and leaves took up the bulk of the space with some rather feminine flowers and herbs embellishing places like her shoulder, collar bone, dip of her back, and so on.
At the edge of her metal arm, where flesh met metal, a blemish or rash of some sort could be seen ringing the entire seam if you looked hard enough.
Stretching out her shoulders and arms, assuming of course Dhaunymr did indeed eventually make his way to the cot, Gigi would instruct. "Alright, you're fine as you are, no need to strip or anything - you aren't bad enough for skin to skin contact to be necessary. Just, lie down on your back, close your eyes, arms at your side. I'll be placing my metal hand on your forehead and my other on your chest, right where your heart sits. If you agree, I will then call on the energies within and heal your wounds via sending part of my own consciousness into you to burn away any infection, knit together muscle, and even repair bones if necessary. You won't feel anything but a pleasant warmth for about ten minutes. If you have no further questions, and you agree, we can begin. Sound good?"
By the end of her information sharing, Gigi's voice had actually softened and was, dare anyone say it, pleasant to listen to. There was a real care there that had never been present before as she began to slip into the starting of a meditative breathing exercise. A hazy glow started to light up her tattoos like the softest of fire embers. She was always very open about the procedure she'd be preforming on a patient, no matter who it was, and would always gain clear, absolute undeniable consent.
((For the sake of time, I will roll the two sets of healing towards Dhaunmyr and Thea, but will be 100% more than willing to RP back and forth from this point. The post above gives a good feel for the tone of dialogue that would happen and can be filled in via assumption and discord 'it would go like this!' sort of thing if actual posts don't happen.
Gigi will also ask for a short rest (one hour time) after the conclusion of the 20 minutes it takes to heal the other two out of combat, so she can regain her channel disrupt undead feature again.
I am using 2 healer kit uses, flavoring the kit use as Gigi going into a meditative trance where she sort of sends her consciousness into the recipient and from within, heals. A slower, but more complete process.))
Dhuanmyr Healing: W31cuBiT1d6+7 ((d6 + 4 + receiver's hit dice (3) ))
Thea Healing: 1d6+7 ((Thea was level 3 here, right? Otherwise add one more if level 4))1d6+7·1d6+7
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Post by enchilada on Mar 10, 2019 6:26:19 GMT
Dhaunmyr almost dropped the last dagger, coughing slightly. The reason why he had to fill the silence was the harsh referral. Drow. He preferred a broader, dark elf, himself. Drow felt very much rooted in the culture of Lolth, which he thought he rather wasn’t. He was also not coloured as ash, rather much closer to a violet, something he’d always been just a little, but had peaked in leaving the Underdark. He was quiet, kind, generally speaking he wouldn’t say boo to a goose, and yet, to be grouped together with slavers, with those who sacrifice their newborns a tenday after birth simply down to the fact it was a third son, who tortured innocents in public view - it really stalled him. He just stared at Gigi. And kept his distance.
It was hard to attribute their actions to himself. He truly believed he was a different case by now, perhaps tainted with old etiquette, but that did no harm whatsoever. There was also the small problem of those he left behind, but that wasn’t him, that was everyone else involved.
“I wonder with whom you speak, ma’am,” He began, “For truly I see no drow here. Perhaps you mix a ghoul with the ashen skin, or the bloodied violence of their hell-home with what happened here, but, still, no drow approach to steal you away for a slave, none listen in like a scary monster to tell your children of. I am a merchant, a gentleman, and if you must term me by my race I implore you to take a look at my ears.” His voice rose as he spoke, clearly becoming increasingly agitated with Gigi.
“For the drow name comes from that of traitor, traitor for following that demonic queen, and yet, I am here, not worshiping a beast.”
For his ancestors rebelling against Corellon, he was resentful, angry, they didn’t know what would happen, but they also should have known better. Lolth’s behaviour caused unnecessary rifts between the surface and below, to put it lightly, and immeasurable pain and suffering. Dhaunmyr thought perhaps it would be possible to self redeem, to lift the curse. He wondered it often. He had done nothing wrong, and yet... although the grasp was slipping. Maybe it just took time. Or maybe the purple pigment never went away.
He handed the daggers to their rightful owners, and carefully packed his recovered arrows in his quiver. He eventually stopped sulking, and sighed, straying closer to Proserpina. She was really rather lovely, and he felt like out of everyone she understood him the best here. Her presence supported him just enough to pipe up again.
“I know they don’t like them downstairs, but can’t you see there’s no difference between me or a high elf but I have an odd tan?”
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 10, 2019 12:10:27 GMT
Between Prosperina and Thea, the Professor was brought back into a state of lucidity. She had clearly gone into shock, and watching the adventurers’ wholesale slaughter of the creatures that had once been her friends and colleagues hadn’t exactly helped matters. But, Thea was a reassuring presence, and whilst she found the idea that she could be of assistance laughable, there was a tiny part of her that latched on to that notion.
She wasn’t an adventurer, but she could focus on her work. If she could detach herself from the emotions swirling madly in her heart, and instead concentrate on the hear and now… maybe she could help these people avenge her fallen friends, and work out what has been going on here. The woman’s hysterical expression fell away, and she swallowed all that grief. She was, despite all other things, a Professor. She was not a fool, and she would not let herself be made one.
Her gaze turned about the room slowly, taking in the three doors as her demeanour became calm, placid, controlled.
“We hadn’t entered the temple when I left them.” She said, “We uncovered that this place was here, and then I left to fetch adventurers to escort us back should we uncover the artefact. This is all wrong.”
She stood up, and approached the foot of the altar, looking over it with cool, dead eyes. There was another body sprawled across it, but it looked like that one had been torn to pieces by the ghouls far more thoroughly; whoever it used to be, they were now gnawed bones.
She lifted her finger, pointing across the archway of each of the doors.
“This symbology is a dialect of elvish, but from a very long time ago. Before Dhaunmyr’s people changed, I think. I don’t have the skill to read it in full. Bodes would have.”
She looked, dispassionately, at the corpses and ghouls, and then shook her head slowly.
“Bodes isn’t here, either. All the others are. He is a powerful magician. He must have gone somehow. And look.”
She pointed to each of the doors in turn.
“The dust around them has been disturbed. All of these doors have been opened. I don’t think this happened immediately. I think whatever happened to the people here happened after they’d been exploring for a little while.”
She turned, slowly, back to face Thea, her gaze cold and empty. She just felt numb. Shut down, after witnessing the horror. But that was probably an improvement on hysterics, right?
“I don’t know which one Bodes might be in, if he’s in any of them, but the chamber on the left roughly translates to ‘growth room’ or maybe ‘life room’ or ‘whole room’. The one in the middle is ‘room of endings’ or ‘death room’ or ‘final room’ and the one on the right is ‘eternity room’ or ‘infinite room’ or perhaps even ‘all room’. I don’t know what I could do to help. If I try and use that crossbow.”
She nodded to Gigi’s offered weapon.
“I think I might just hurt myself. But if the artefact is still here, and it did this, we can’t just leave it… and if Bodes took it and fled, we need to warn others. I think we have to continue, don’t we?”
She just sounds so resigned. She doesn’t want to do this, but she doesn’t want other people getting hurt from her inaction.
(I suggest that y'all decide which room you want to go into on discord and then we move on to it!)
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Post by pastels on Mar 11, 2019 3:06:40 GMT
“Why, thank you, dear,” Proserpina stirred and smiled when Dhaunmyr handed back her dagger. She had been hovering around the Professor, watching Thea’s attempts to reel her back to clarity—she had to admit that the glassblower had a winsome manner of speaking. Experienced as she was in words and the manner with which they were delivered, the tiefling let the exchange go on undisturbed. Meanwhile, Gigi set up a cot nearby and offered her weapon—the very same cumbersome crossbow she had sworn off after she nearly shot the weaponsmith in the eye. She shook her head. “Oh, feel free to take that one, Thea. I feel as though we are in enough danger from the undead already; the team does not need my misfires added to the mix.”
As the medic turned towards the others to offer her healing prowess (in harsher terms), her words… touched a nerve. Proserpina suppressed a wince at the offense—she knew little about the dark elves, but it was a preference, perhaps, born out of the desire to be separated from racial stereotypes. It was similar to, say, the sun elves calling themselves the “high” elves, although this distinction was for a more… down-to-earth reason. Dhaunmyr then turned to her with a question, and Proserpina cupped her cheek with one hand as she thought up an answer.
“Oh, Dhaunmyr, dear,” Proserpina sighed. She fixed her clear gaze on the man and smiled once more, this time trying to set him at ease. She couldn’t very well lie about the greater picture, but to her it always helped to pick out the faces from the crowd, to focus on them and their belief in you rather than trying to accommodate everyone else. “There are many stories about the drow, and less of the dark elves that bravely left their society—unfortunately, ‘tis the former that is most popular amongst the common folk. Be that as it may, I am glad you and I have met. We learn from each other, yes?” The tiefling paused for a moment and shrugged a slender shoulder, “In terms of appearance, yes. I suppose I must not speak on strange skintones too much—after all, you’re purplish, I’m pinkish, and our darling miss Baring is blue!”
The Professor thus began discussing the mysterious doorways and the potential misdeeds of a mage named Bodes. With a sigh at the call back to reality, the tiefling reached out and—ever so gently—tapped Dhaunmyr on the shoulder. “I hope I helped, dear. I just wished to say I understand and, hopefully, others will too after time spent in your presence. But! We have so many more challenges ahead, I’m afraid, and for now you will need to be in top shape. You took quite a beating earlier!” This was said with a meaningful glance at Gigi’s makeshift clinic. As the topic meandered over to which door to go to first, Proserpina had a few thoughts to share…
“Life, death, and eternity. It is oft regarded as a cyclical process, is it not? ‘It takes but a second to end decades, and one spends an eternity in the grave.’ Following this theme, should we then go from left to right?” She laughed nervously, “Of course, I am basing off on my knowledge of stories… Not scholarly know-how.”
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 11, 2019 20:19:59 GMT
Thea smiled, soft and encouraging, as the Professor rose and started to pace around the room. A mysterious chamber with a dead body on an alter. A missing magician. A potentially missing artifact, which may or may not have had something to do with the ghouls. Life, death and infinity.
“Can you tell us anything else about Bodes?” Thea would ask the Professor. “In case - in case he is still here.”
“I agree - let’s start with life.” The death room, to Thea, sounded like a terrible idea. But was it death as death or death as change? Every ending meant a beginning, even if it was the beginning of eternity. They would have to find out at some point, but for now? Thea would take her chances with life.
Everything about Gigi rubbed Thea the wrong way, from her attitude to her casual use of race as identifier to the cocky way she tossed the crossbow down. All the same - Thea hurt. A lot.
She left Pippa to comfort Dhaun, giving him a brush on the arm in solidarity as she passed, and went to Gigi’s makeshift station.
“... some healing would be helpful,” Thea admitted, reluctantly. She would follow Gigi’s instructions. Under duress, she might even have admitted that the healing energy was soothing and reassuring, unlike the healer herself.
After Thea got up, she would stretch, arching from side to side and rubbing her previously-injured leg. Somewhat to her surprise, she felt as good as new, if a little close to burning out magically.
“I’ll borrow the crossbow,” Thea would concede, grudgingly, picking up the weapon and case. “Thank you,” it hurt to say, and she didn’t look at Gigi while she said it.
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 13, 2019 21:23:45 GMT
“Bodes is a brilliant diviner.” The gnome said, her voice dull and dead. “He specialises in locating and uncovering secrets from the distant past. If any of his magic told him this was dangerous, though, he never mentioned it to us.” The door was easy to approach, and easy to open; unlocked. The moment the door was opened, though, a body tumbled out. A woman, wearing the simple clothing of common folk. Her body was wizened, her skeletal hand locked tight about the handle of the door – but the cut of her clothes betrayed the fact that this was a relatively fresh body, despite all appearances, and apparently she had been killed trying to exit the room. Within, there were more of the strange cracks in the ceiling through which soft light illuminated the space. It was a strange room at first sight; a large rectangular space perhaps a hundred feet long by fifty feet wide, with six large stone tables approximately seven feet long melded into the walls and jutting out into the room proper, each with a smaller side-table of stone next to them. A far larger stone table at the far end of the room stood along, positioned such that if one was sat in the stone chair behind it, one would have an unobstructed view of the rest of the chamber. The main thing which seemed odd about it was the amount of dust. Every surface was coated in a thick layer of it, and the air was filled with the scent of decay. And an eerie quiet. Not a single noise in the breathless chamber. (Current post order is: Gigi enchilada pastels moralhazard then I will post again - if needed to clarify/respond I will post in reply in between, and if we enter initiative order that post order may change)
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