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Thread: The Fatal Syzygy - Saints
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2008-12-28, 11:31 AM (ISO 8601)
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- Sep 2005
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- Edmonton, Canada
Re: The Fatal Syzygy - Saints
Bala
Bala happily turns the scimitar and brain-stone-thingy over to Armina, and rises, dusting herself off.
Right. Let's have a closer look at those skeletons.
Bala follows Jaxon into the throne room.
SpoilerSpecifically, she's wondering if the skeletons look like gnomes, kobolds, or something else entirely. Are the skeletons whole, or do they show evidence of a violent death?"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be." Kurt Vonnegut
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2008-12-28, 03:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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- Oct 2006
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Re: The Fatal Syzygy - Saints
After strapping on his new armor (with help from someone, of course), he shoulders the gigantic glaive found with the others and moves forward with a cocky grin--if he'd been self-sure before, now that he's armed and armored it's even more obvious that the gigantic man has a high opinion of himself. He strolls into the room, staying out of the way of those who're more familiar with trapfinding and such. He'll move to the biggest, most impressive portrait and take a look at the name plate--if necessary, he'll use autohypnosis to memorize the name.
SpoilerI'm going to presume from the lack of response from Rex that I should wait to take my next level.Last edited by Proven_Paradox; 2008-12-28 at 03:45 PM.
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2008-12-28, 05:46 PM (ISO 8601)
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- Oct 2008
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- tomorrow-yesterday
Re: The Fatal Syzygy - Saints
Mary made short, chipper claps after the two men budged the door open. The surprise in her voice was practically a calling card to the fact that she was pleasantly awed that raw strength had worked on the rune-covered door, “You're both stronger than you seem.”
With the others she patiently waited for Jaxon's trap search, Mary spending the time helping Sigurd into his armoured suit. She stepped reluctantly into the crypt afterwards, making a face. The air was foul in a way that encouraged her never again to grumble about doing an entire load of laundry for all the children at the orphanage. She exhaled sharply through her nose, pushing the stink away, and began breathing through her mouth. Her interest was quickly seized by the crowned corpse. As before, she didn't offer a prayer for the deceased in front of her, the soul likely having flown away already. But Armina's suggestion to shatter the bodies snapped Mary's attention to the other woman, “No!
“Don't. If any necromancy is present, I have the means to deal with it,” she assured Armina, her voice lowering to a calmer level after the outburst. “Before anyone gets hurt, and without need of destroying the already deceased.”
Taking her eyes back towards the sovereign skeleton, she walked up to it until Mary was little more than a step away from the throne. In that moment, she felt strangely important, thinking that she was closer now than any other commoner would ever be to royalty, let alone approaching without a curtsy. But the balled posture of the skeleton suggested to her someone that spent their last hour in consternation or starvation. She frowned at the thought, trying to keep it away from current considerations. With blackmail and divine tests abound, she told herself to focus less on this person, whom was now safely with the gods, and more on her own troublesome scenario.
Mary closed her eyes. She made a whispered request to gain the special sight to see magic. A timidly tickling sensation came to her eyes at that point, a small cue signalling that she could now detect magic through sight. Focusing on the crown, Mary made sure to see if she could differentiate anything magical about it. There had to be something particular about it. Assuming this was Amara's Crown, a crown was likely to endow magical or political gain, and would help explain why the kobolds wanted it. After she's done with that, she would glance around to see if anything about the room itself stands out.
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All that just to say Mary casts detect magic on the crown. :P
Based on what Rex said in Bala's post, I'm guessing the brown book is written in Sylvan (or maybe Undercommon). Jaxon might be able to read it if it's Sylvan.
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Last edited by Paramour Pink; 2008-12-29 at 12:38 AM.
Djinn_in_Tonic avatar. I owe him a big thank you.
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2009-01-04, 11:44 AM (ISO 8601)
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- Sep 2005
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- Edmonton, Canada
Re: The Fatal Syzygy - Saints
Bala watches Mary approach, and renews her examination of the skeletons.
"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be." Kurt Vonnegut