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SIXTY FIVE
(I/C)
“As Monsieur Dwarf ‘ad soog-jest-stad, time for de mosaic key. I do de turnin’... ready, mes amis?”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Lannis said, walking out of the pedestal room and standing just inside the door to the pool room. "I'll stand here I think, I can see both the pedestal and the key hole from here, so I can see what's going on with both if necessary.”
Brendon walked into the pedestal room, laying his hand against the pink marble. “I’m going to stay in here. Maybe I detect some movement from the pedestal. Just keep the door open in case I need to get out.”
Lyra joined the scout, standing near the door, expression nervous, “Maybe we should all be in the same room. What if this does something magic-y and either transports is or move the rooms around? I’d rather us not get separated.”
"Lady Lyefa makes a good point,” Abraxas replied, moving into the pool room with Lannis. Standing near the 7 crystal flasks, he rubbed his chin. “Maybe we stick together. I will listen from the back. Señor Wyndex, did you discover the purpose of those Flasks nears the aqua?"
“Those?" Wyn asked, heading towards the crab picture on the wall, key extended. “Bath oils I think. We didn’t exactly open one up. Plus they are not designed for transporting and don’t think I need to spell like rose oil.”
Kovid snorted, “Make sure you get it in the right hole Wyn! Hahaha!”
Wyn shook his head and brought the key closer, the hole turning a brighter and brighter blue and he inserted the key and then began to turn. There was a minimal amount of resistance as the tumblers behind the wall twisted. We could hear some gears moving and something clunk and the key made a full revolution…and then popped out.
“That’s it?” Kovid asked.
From across the chamber, where Ishatari was shown standing behind the tree, another key hole appeared with a “click” as the tile there slid aside, right at the edge of the tree near her waist – was ANOTHER key hole – also glowing faint blue.
“Ah…ok.” Wyn walked over there, the party was on edge and waiting. Brendon said that he could feel a faint vibration running through the pedestal, so very faint.
Inserting the key, Wyn felt it hit the end of the tumbler, and he began to turn. It went around, a full revolution, and then…popped out!
And from the pedestal room a feminine voice sounded from the pedestal “ISHTARI ANSWERS” along with a wave of chime and crescendo music! Brendon (<Save vs Spells, Red 3) and Lyra (=Save vs spells, White 13) who were in the chamber felt buffeted from the wave of energy flowing off the pedestal but the crackling electricity flowed into the scout (1d4 Damage: Orange 2 Damage) and burned his hand, arm, and side and sent him slamming back against the wall with a CLANG, knocking him down as the energy coursed through his body and ended up at his money pouch.
“Senor!” Abraxas shouted. “That is what exactly happened to me! It sucks, no?!”
Lyra and Kovid helped Brendon off the ground, the scout shaking the effects off and then glanced down at his money bag and frowned. “Ah…shit.” He cursed, turning it over to show only a few rusty flakes fall out (Lose 37 gold, 19 silver, and 27 copper – reduce weight by 83).
Lannis shook his head, doing his damnedest not to smirk, Wyn coming over as well, key still in his hand. And in the pedestal, the top of the pedestal had peeled open and a gleaming black and silver chased rod of metal rose out of the surface and floated there just over the pedestal’s surface, rotating slowly, the pedestal closing up again.
It was 2’ tall, and had symbology to Ishtari running up and down its surface. The handle was thicker and ridged and the end had a thick metal cap adorning it. A very obvious number “18” shimmered into being as the group looked. And there were some writing on the side that Lannis and Wyn (Magic User and Elf) were able to tell limited the item’s use to a magic using person to use and the item’s intention was read as “Rod of Bolts”.
Time now is 10:16
(OOC)
Poor Brendon! Magic item here, useable by elf or magic user. Who takes, disuss plans, and where to next? Sorry Brendon!
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