THREE HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN
(I/C)
Approaching the altar and the key hanging above it, Wyn advised the rest of the group, “If we ready, I’m gonna grab de key and use it in de keyhole. Here’s hoping it opens de door to de secret room, oui?”
Brendon scrambled to the door, shaking his head and said, “Yep, I’m not a fan of being shocked.”
Also stepping back, Kovid covered his codpiece and prayed, "Lady Theystra, please don't roast our balls!"
The Cleric sighed, also backing up a bit, “Here’s to hoping we all don’t burn to death I suppose.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Pylon,” Lannis replied. He snapped his fingers at the elf and called out, “Hey beignet, give me that Read magic scroll. One of us should be proactive."
Handing it over, he said, “’Ere you go, Monsieur Offop. Iffin you want ta use dis read magic scroll first, just let me know.” He glanced down at the instruments the Magic User was looking it, “Maybe don’t be touchin de astrolabe en sextant while I be doin dat key ting.”
He grinned broadly, "It’s ok! After my expert analysis of these tools I have determined that the sun is…" he pointed out the window, "There. Maybe we should try again at night when there's more than one thing to look at in Sailor Moons temple? Maybe we'll even run into tuxedo mask.”
The dwarf frowned, “Theystra, Big Brain.”
“Whatver, Doc,” he shrugged, “As for shootey, shabby and snoop diggy dogg I don't think you'll be getting anywhere with the chair until you address that prominently displayed keyhole."
“I swear he just goes on and on just to hear himself,” Lyra whispered aside.
“Ere we go,” Wyn stepped up past the dead bodies, reached over the altar, and turning his head a bit to the side, lifted the key from the hook and let it drop into the palm of his hand. There was a outrushing of wind that whipped about the closed room, upsetting papers and making cloaks billow and hair fly. Lannis snatched his hat as it fluttered off his head and everyone held their breath waiting to see if anything else happened (everyone get 250 xp). As the breeze died down the party all felt buoyed by their claiming of the 4th vault key, doing all they could to not shout with ebullitions.
“And now for de udder part.” Wyn walked across the chamber to the chair. Given the fact that it was mounted to the ground by the rear two legs, there was no other way to work the key into the face of the seat than by sitting down. So he lowered himself with care, and fumbled about looking to insert the key.
“Gotta say, Lego-Less,” Lannis noted, “From this side of the desk, that looks kind of perverted what you’re doing.”
“Eat merde,” Wyn replied as he finally got the key in place. It sunk with a faint click, and then a short 90 degree turn released the rear legs of the chair. (=Int Check, Orange 12) Quickly thinking, he rocked back on hidden hinges until the chair rested against the back wall. And on the self same wall, there was a pair of lines that shot from floor to ceiling, raining dust and grit down. “Someone please open dat door please so I can rock forward again.”
“I’ve got in, Senor Windex,” Abraxas headed to the secret door, looked it up and down, and began to push – the 30 year closed portal was difficult to move (<Open Door, Blue 3) and the fighter had to shove and strain, the door opening slowly until finally it was large enough for the party to peer inside. “Opened!”
“Merci!”
The room beyond was a priest’s cel, a place for him to retreat and rest without being disturbed. It was pretty deep, there was a simple wooden cot with a blanket folded and pillow on it. On a series of hooks were a four count of Theystran priest robes and vestments. Two wooden stools were here, one of them had 2 very dusty bottles of wine, the other had a tattered soft book and a lead stylus. The back of the chamber had a dusty blued steel set of platemail, pretty wide looking, festooned with symbols of Theystra upon the shoulder and back plate. Over the armor were two hooks in the wall where a weapon would be stored, but right now there wasn’t one. Kovid could feel a faint pull to the armor from his hammer.
“Now THAT’S a nice set of plate,” Kovid grunted, stopped from entering until Brendon gave the area a quick look over, eventually getting a thumbs up.
“Whoopdiedoo,” Lannis spun one finger in the air and made a warbling whistling noise. “Something someone made with metal.” He unrolled the Read Magic Scroll and shook his head. “I swear, the man would get excited over a hole in the ground. Oh wait, he WOULD, he’s a dwarf.” He started to read the scroll, sounding out the words until the end, “WIS LINGUA ARCANUS!”
The scroll burst into blue fire and he then looked over the magic written in the front of the tome. “Ok..it’s a ritual. Slow moving…Ok, I see. Need a gem worth at least 100 crowns, so nothing cheap…got it…set it up on the altar…light of the moon, stars, your ass, yadda yadda, takes all day…and.. Got it!”
“What’s it do?”
He looked up and smiled. “It’s a ritual to make Manacrystals.”
Lyra looked over with a smile. “Really?”
“Yeah. So, there are two rituals in here. ONE, makes a manacrystal but it takes a full day. Effectively set it up, read the words, and walk away. And the next morning right after the sun rises – voila, manacrystal.”
“Its dat simple?”
“No, no its not. The spell is horribly complex, and requires a pricey bauble. And even then there is no guarantee it’ll work, given the fact that I’m a genius, I’d give it maybe half the time success. And if it fails, the gem stone turns into black cracked glass. Also, once cast, the room has to remain empty and undisturbed from sundown to sunset.”
“And de udder ritual?”
“Well, that’s a bit weird. And I’m not sure WHY it’s here. But it seems to speed up time in this room, and if cast at any time during the day after the sun has risen, making it always 30 minutes before sunset.”
“Umm, does dat time affect de whole castle?”
“No, you don’t quite get it. Whoever is in here and only in here, misses out the day, and ends up just before evening.”
“Ahh…” Kovid nodded slow and then shrugged. “I don’t get it.”
Lyra picked up the two scrolls of Raise dead and the 2 diamonds (Add 2 Scrolls Raise Dead [2] to Magic and 2 Diamonds (5k per) [4] to inventory). “Alright. So some use if we want. Are we going to hole up in here for now? Lunch? Then try to get back to the first floor and clean the bandages or skip it and head for the Throne Room and restart the ward? I also have 2 scrolls of Cure Light Wounds if we are planning on doing stuff where we might get beat up so let me know if I need to cast them.”
Time now is Day 8, 12:52 PM
(OOC)
Explore XP: 45 Chapel. Everyone add 45, except Wyn – Add 60 xp.
4th Key: Everyone add 250xp.
Alright! Armor? Lyra’s questions? Potion of Regeneration? Who is going to carry what and when?
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