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Aliam goes back into the corrodor to the door opposite the chain room. "Someone keep an eye out both ways while I check this door for traps." He leans forward, examining the door.
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p.s. Don't forget my always on spot/listen checks that happen for free whenever there might be something to sense. :)
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"Good." Says the savage, shaking his head as his ears and wounds heal. He walks up behind Aliam, kukri drawn, waiting for the door to open.
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"Those who have learned to walk on the threshold of the unknown worlds...may then with the fair white wings of Imagination hope to soar further into the unexplored amidst which we live."
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As the door opens he gazes into the room with his mystical sight, waiting for the others to enter so that he can scan the room more effectively. Minor clues from other senses enhanced by magic to emulate the superiority of true dragons is also allowing him to notice anything unseen or hiding should his eyes miss it. He puts his dagger away and takes his crossbow back out.
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Healing is like accounting, but with life and death.
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The group enters a room slightly smaller than the one containing the Hellchain Weaver. The stone shows better workmanship in the 30 by 40ft. room. Against the right wall is an ornately carved darkwood table. Unpon it sits a notebook bound in read leather, the cover of which shows no title. To the left of it rests and black inkwell holding a brilliant azure quill. Next to the Ink and book is a large metal box made of some unidentifiable metal, about two and a half feet in all dimension. Also against the wall is a bookcase. Anyone who examines the books sees they mainly deal with abberrations and the ecology thereof. Against the far wall, two corpses rest in black iron shackles. The stench seems to grow worse, practically assualting your nostrils.
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"This place makes me feel...enclosed. Smells like something's wrong..." The savage mutters, glancing at the cadavers.
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Blue does his best to ignore the smell, entering the room and trying to keep his wits about him. "If we s'posed to be lookin' for spellbooks, methinks we be in the right place. I don't know much 'bout that, though."
The goliath's eyes are quickly drawn to the table; specifically, the quill in the inkwell. "Pretty little thing..." he mutters to himself, taking a close look at the feather. He resists the urge to touch it, however; the ugly atmosphere of the place makes the feather quill stand out too much--in his mind, it doesn't take long to conclude that this might be a trap of some sort.
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He quickly scans the room for any signs of magic but his eyes also fall upon the quill after only a cursory glance. He heads to it first, enamored by its simple beauty.
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Never can find my towel...
So it goes.
Healing is like accounting, but with life and death.
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Nothing happens as Sebastian approaches the quill. Aliam finds an almost nonexistant crusty substance on the groud near the cadavers. He also notices the jaws of the departed souls seem to be hanging open in contrast to the customary "death grimace" of most skeletons.
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Examine their mouths carefully, anything missing, anything added... does the crusty stain seem to be an exhalation from their open mouths, like something was vomited out? "I don't see any traps... any magic coming from these items?"
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After one glance about the room he shakes his head, "I do not sense any magic in this room." (Unless SN isn't telling me something XP) He looks over the metal box, "Here, come take a look at this. I've not got an eye for traps, and big metal boxes are usually magical, trapped, or locked. The strange metal suggests its not for mere storage. If anything is inside, I wouldn't know. Most metals can block my sight with ease."
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Never can find my towel...
So it goes.
Healing is like accounting, but with life and death.
-Self
((Hey, why would I want to hide something from you guys? ))Upon examining the cadavers, Jamian and Aliam find no signs of wounds or a struggle on the bones at all. The skulls also seem intact but are coated with some of the strange substance as well. Aliam finds no traps on the box.
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The box is not locked but the lid is devilishly heavy. Inside Aliam finds a layer of silvery substance that seems to coat something darker. It does not register as magical. Blue lifts the quill gingerly for fear of breaking it. He can tell it is extremely fragile due to its age but does not seem to be a fabrication, small specs glitter in the sapphire plumage.
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Aliam looks at the silvery substance, particularly where it might have washed up higher against the box edge and dried out... does it seem to be the same substance that was on the corpses and the floor?
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Aliam closes the box and goes to look at the notebook. Is it in a language he can comprehend? What sort of things does it detail? As he flips through it, he is talking. "I'm wondering if that silvery stuff is something that keeps the object its covering in stasis... we should be careful about moving that box too much."
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Aliam shakes his head, "One of the many areas of study I never got into, particularly... though I could probably dig up a fact or two if I thought about it... I read just about everything I can get my hands on." He looks around, "Anyone else able to read this notebook? If not, I'll try a spell tomorrow."
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As Aliam looks at the book with confusion, Jamian happens to glance at the text. That is written in abyssal. Would you mind if I were to give that a go?
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))Upon examining the cadavers, Jamian and Aliam find no signs of wounds or a struggle on the bones at all. The skulls also seem intact but are coated with some of the strange substance as well. Aliam finds no traps on the box.
