Iromae just rolls her eyes at Vorenus' antics. She doesn't add anything to Diego's comment though, only giving him a slight nod. "Let's see what he finds, then you can open it if it seems safe, Vorenus."
"I sincerely hope there's nothing wrong with the package. If someone left it for the seekers, I'd like to think it will be filled with things meant to help us seek," Shenua remarks. "In any case, you are all correct: it's certainly better to be safe than sorry."
While the others prepare to handle the package with utmost care, Shenua focuses on their surroundings. She assumes the priests will be preoccupied with their own tasks but the tiefling keeps an eye on them, just in case.
Diego's spell immediately reveals the truth that the package is heavily magical. The lute's strings hum with a faint resonance, amplifying Diego’s melody into an arcane rhythm. As his magic takes hold, a soft, prismatic glow surrounds the package. The aura is intricate, shifting between hues of blue, gold, and silver — indicating layered enchantments.
These magical traces suggest abjuration, divination, and even subtle hints of conjuration magic. The abjuration magic seems strongest, as though the package is protected against tampering or detection. The divination magic likely relates to the sender’s connection to the recipients, perhaps tied to the personalized elements of the letters. The conjuration threads are faint but imply the potential for something to be summoned or called forth from within.
While Diego works his spell, Shenua's tiefling eyes scan the garden. The priests and acolytes are largely absorbed in their prayers or quiet study. No one seems overtly interested in the group, though Shenua’s sharp gaze catches the occasional flicker of a curious glance. One priest in pale green robes lingers at the far edge of the garden, ostensibly trimming a small shrub but casting brief, almost furtive glances their way.
If Shenua wishes to determine whether this individual poses a threat or merely harbors innocent curiosity, an insight or perception check might clarify their intentions.
Noticing the green-robed priest casting glances in their direction, Shenua shifts her focus entirely to them, observing their body language and movements. Did they choose that particular shrub because it needed trimming, or because it offered a better vantage point? (Terrible Insight roll: 7)
((Not wanting to flood the thread with repeating info, Diego shares the info listed above with the group then adds...))
the abjuration and divination magic I expected, the conjuration expected but worrisome. he takes in a deep breath, looking around at his friends, noticing Shenua's attention is focused elsewhere, dearest Shenua, trouble?
"Well, I guess we could have expected most of the magic. Anything to do but just open it?" Iromae starts. She pauses, turning to Shenua as Diego does. She tries to follow her gaze to see what grabbed her attention.
Vorenus is focused on the package, saying “Fascinating! Layered levels of spells, multiple types of magic! That is amazing, do you think… do the letters, the runes… interact with it at all? I wonder what would happen….” Without waiting, Vorenus picks up his letter with his mage hand and has it rub the rune on the box, seeing what will happen….
When he turns to see everyone focusing on someone in the garden, he turns to look as well, seeing if he can spot the person of interest or recognize them.. “Whaaa…who is that?”
Shenua cannot determine anything further about the priest in green robes. He appears harmless enough — a middle-aged human, focused on his task of shrub-trimming. His occasional glances seem idle and incidental, as far as she can tell, offering no cause for immediate concern. Perhaps she's just being jumpy?
Iromae looks around, but doesn't notice anything particularly interesting.
As Shenua is scrutinizing the priest, Diego is watching her, and Iromae is trying to see something she can't, Vorenus takes action.
As curious Vorenus’s mage hand reaches out and presses one of the letters’ runes against the package, something does indeed happen. The rune on the letter glows faintly, resonating with a subtle hum of magic, drawing all four sets of eyes. For a brief moment, a corresponding rune on the package flickers to life in matching light, revealing an additional layer of faint, intricate inscriptions etched across the box’s surface. These inscriptions — indecipherable as they are, even to a trained eye — shimmer briefly before fading once more.
The package itself does not open or react further, but the brief illumination suggests that the runes on the letters and the package are connected in some way. Whatever this connection is, it seems to require further interaction or understanding to unlock fully.
I'm going to assume Vorenus wouldn't still turn away to see what might be distracting Shenua. At least not yet.
"Hm." Shenua keeps her gaze fixed on the man in green robes as Diego asks if something is wrong. "I thought that priest over there was paying a little too much attention to us." She shifts her eyes toward Diego and Iromae and notices that she’s watching the man as well. The tiefling shrugs, as if dismissing the thought, and adds, "Just my imagination, surely. Sorry for the distraction."
Turning back to the package, her tone grows thoughtful. "So, abjuration, divination, and conjuration. As Diego said, conjuration is the most concerning. But then again,"she muses, "someone went through a great deal of effort to protect this package and ensure we received it. Perhaps it isn’t harmful to us—at least not if we open it as intended."
As she speaks, Shenua crosses her arms, her demonic tail swaying slowly and rhythmically from side to side. While there is still a faint trace of worry in her, it is largely eclipsed by fascination. "Any luck, Vorenus?"
Her attention drawn to the package now, Iromae asks, "Was there any perceptible shift in the magic after that? Perhaps we should try placing all of our invitations on the package." She then looks around. "Is there an obvious mundane way to open the package? I mean, we could try that first I suppose."
I believe you all are on to something my friends. The faint magic in the notes, every one as individual as a single key in a multi key lock, or this case, package. He pulls his note for his pocket, unfolds it, shall we dance my loves? He holds his key to the box...
As Diego presses his letter to the package, the reaction intensifies. The rune on his letter glows faintly at first but quickly brightens, casting a soft, pulsating light. The matching rune on the package activates in response, its glow syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the light on Diego's letter.
The shimmering inscriptions covering the package surface reappear, but this time they remain visible longer, shifting and rearranging themselves like a puzzle attempting to align. Faint whispers echo around the group — too soft to discern words, but distinctly present, as though the package itself is communicating or responding.
The package grows warm to the touch, though not uncomfortably so. It vibrates lightly, as if anticipating further action. However, it does not open or otherwise change.
The priest in the green robes now forgotten, Iromae fetches her own invitation and presses it to the package like the others had. "Come on Shenua, yours will be the last letter!"She is obviously excited to see what will happen.
Shenua's eyes widen, turquoise pupils shimmering with the pulsating glow as she leans closer. Her clawed fingertips pause over her own letter, as if savoring the mystery about to be revealed, and when Iromae speaks to her, the tiefling gives her a wide, excited smile. "Who could be behind all this? I wouldn't mind to have word or two with the mind responsible for this work," she says as she finally presses her letter in her specific rune.
“Ha! Look at that! C’mon you guys, bring your letters, hold them onto the box, I think that is the key…”. Vorenus does indeed ignore the person observing them in the garden, his curiosity is aroused by this magical box and he wishes to see what is inside. He nods and grins to Diego as he has the same idea. As it starts to change, he gets even more excited. Ironmae follows suit and then lastly, cautious Shenua. “Yes, yes my friends! Let’s see what is inside!” His eyes wide, Vorenus watches the box to see if it opens…
As all four letters are pressed to the package, a remarkable transformation occurs. The package hums with a sudden surge of energy, and the runes across its surface flicker, then align into a new pattern. The glowing symbols pulse in unison, growing brighter, then dimming in a rhythmic cycle, almost as though they are breathing.
For a brief moment, the temperature in the air around the group drops, and a faint, melodic hum fills the space. The letters seem to shimmer with a resonant light, their edges glistening, as though they are woven together with arcane force.
Then, in a sudden burst of magical energy, the package clicks open — an audible, almost musical sound as the seams along its edges part. Inside, instead of the expected contents, there is a soft, glowing mist that wafts up, as if the package is revealing something intangible, something not entirely bound to the physical world.
The mist swirls, and within it, shapes begin to form — shadowy outlines, fleeting visions, and fragments of images that shift rapidly, almost too fast to follow. It feels as though time and memory are bending, drawing the group into a shared vision — or perhaps multiple visions — too quick to grasp fully.
The air is thick with magic, and the group feels a sense of urgency, as if something important is unfolding before them, but it is just out of reach.
Vorenus is fascinated, he couldn’t take his eyes off the box if he tried. He keeps looking at the shadowy figures, the visions, images that are sprouting forth, examining each, trying to look for recognition, for understanding. “It is trying to tell us something… but I don’t know what.” He closes his eyes for just a moment, listening to the box, then opens again and keeps searching through the visions, trying to make sense of it. “Keep looking! There is something here, I just can’t make it out. Ironmae, Diego, Shenua, give me your hands! Let’s hold hands together and look at this!” Not knowing if it will help or not, Vorenus reaches his hand out and grabs whoever is to the left of him and to the right of him, holding their hand, and gazing into the box.
When the box's opening doesn't reveal as much as expected and offers yet another mystery instead, Shenua's smile brightens even further. This is exciting! They are getting closer, but the answer seems to remain several steps ahead. This doesn’t bother the artificer, who looks at the mist and quotes the letter: “‘Await the one who will reunite what was lost and uncover the truth obscured by time and magic.’ This is it, right? A recollection of memories we lost, perhaps?”
Shenua is about to ask the others if they should try focusing on the mist when Vorenus speaks excitedly. Feeling him clutch her right hand, the tiefling pauses. Unlike other moments, this time she tightens her grip in return, her eyes fixed on the shifting mist while she reaches for the closest companion to her left.
Diego watches, his thoughts a swirl of a thousand different things all at once, the images flashing before the group impossible to keep up with. As hands take his, settling his thoughts. Unable to keep up with the flashing images, he instead opens his mind, his heart to melodic hum, his spirit following it along the rhythmic ebbs and tides...conjuration magic...he says out loud, that's it! Reach with whatever magical essence you have and beckon it to come. He starts humming along with the humming melody coming from the box, then puts words to it.
Iromae watches in fascination as runes pulse and the box opens. "We've done it," she says softly, although now it seems there is more to understand. As the shapes and images formed amidst the glowing mist seem too fast for rational comprehension, she tries to focus less on detail and more on just letting her mind for an impression of what is happening. She whispers, "Deneir, please guide me to understanding," she prays, invoking Guidance. (Insight to try to get a feel for what is happening: 17+3=20)
Iromae just rolls her eyes at Vorenus' antics. She doesn't add anything to Diego's comment though, only giving him a slight nod. "Let's see what he finds, then you can open it if it seems safe, Vorenus."
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"I sincerely hope there's nothing wrong with the package. If someone left it for the seekers, I'd like to think it will be filled with things meant to help us seek," Shenua remarks. "In any case, you are all correct: it's certainly better to be safe than sorry."
While the others prepare to handle the package with utmost care, Shenua focuses on their surroundings. She assumes the priests will be preoccupied with their own tasks but the tiefling keeps an eye on them, just in case.
It's only forever, not long at all ♫
Diego's spell immediately reveals the truth that the package is heavily magical. The lute's strings hum with a faint resonance, amplifying Diego’s melody into an arcane rhythm. As his magic takes hold, a soft, prismatic glow surrounds the package. The aura is intricate, shifting between hues of blue, gold, and silver — indicating layered enchantments.
These magical traces suggest abjuration, divination, and even subtle hints of conjuration magic. The abjuration magic seems strongest, as though the package is protected against tampering or detection. The divination magic likely relates to the sender’s connection to the recipients, perhaps tied to the personalized elements of the letters. The conjuration threads are faint but imply the potential for something to be summoned or called forth from within.
While Diego works his spell, Shenua's tiefling eyes scan the garden. The priests and acolytes are largely absorbed in their prayers or quiet study. No one seems overtly interested in the group, though Shenua’s sharp gaze catches the occasional flicker of a curious glance. One priest in pale green robes lingers at the far edge of the garden, ostensibly trimming a small shrub but casting brief, almost furtive glances their way.
If Shenua wishes to determine whether this individual poses a threat or merely harbors innocent curiosity, an insight or perception check might clarify their intentions.
Noticing the green-robed priest casting glances in their direction, Shenua shifts her focus entirely to them, observing their body language and movements. Did they choose that particular shrub because it needed trimming, or because it offered a better vantage point? (Terrible Insight roll: 7)
It's only forever, not long at all ♫
((Not wanting to flood the thread with repeating info, Diego shares the info listed above with the group then adds...))
the abjuration and divination magic I expected, the conjuration expected but worrisome. he takes in a deep breath, looking around at his friends, noticing Shenua's attention is focused elsewhere, dearest Shenua, trouble?
"Well, I guess we could have expected most of the magic. Anything to do but just open it?" Iromae starts. She pauses, turning to Shenua as Diego does. She tries to follow her gaze to see what grabbed her attention.
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Vorenus is focused on the package, saying “Fascinating! Layered levels of spells, multiple types of magic! That is amazing, do you think… do the letters, the runes… interact with it at all? I wonder what would happen….” Without waiting, Vorenus picks up his letter with his mage hand and has it rub the rune on the box, seeing what will happen….
When he turns to see everyone focusing on someone in the garden, he turns to look as well, seeing if he can spot the person of interest or recognize them.. “Whaaa…who is that?”
I rolled a perception check for Iromae (7).
Shenua cannot determine anything further about the priest in green robes. He appears harmless enough — a middle-aged human, focused on his task of shrub-trimming. His occasional glances seem idle and incidental, as far as she can tell, offering no cause for immediate concern. Perhaps she's just being jumpy?
Iromae looks around, but doesn't notice anything particularly interesting.
As Shenua is scrutinizing the priest, Diego is watching her, and Iromae is trying to see something she can't, Vorenus takes action.
As curious Vorenus’s mage hand reaches out and presses one of the letters’ runes against the package, something does indeed happen. The rune on the letter glows faintly, resonating with a subtle hum of magic, drawing all four sets of eyes. For a brief moment, a corresponding rune on the package flickers to life in matching light, revealing an additional layer of faint, intricate inscriptions etched across the box’s surface. These inscriptions — indecipherable as they are, even to a trained eye — shimmer briefly before fading once more.
The package itself does not open or react further, but the brief illumination suggests that the runes on the letters and the package are connected in some way. Whatever this connection is, it seems to require further interaction or understanding to unlock fully.
I'm going to assume Vorenus wouldn't still turn away to see what might be distracting Shenua. At least not yet.
"Hm." Shenua keeps her gaze fixed on the man in green robes as Diego asks if something is wrong. "I thought that priest over there was paying a little too much attention to us." She shifts her eyes toward Diego and Iromae and notices that she’s watching the man as well. The tiefling shrugs, as if dismissing the thought, and adds, "Just my imagination, surely. Sorry for the distraction."
Turning back to the package, her tone grows thoughtful. "So, abjuration, divination, and conjuration. As Diego said, conjuration is the most concerning. But then again," she muses, "someone went through a great deal of effort to protect this package and ensure we received it. Perhaps it isn’t harmful to us—at least not if we open it as intended."
As she speaks, Shenua crosses her arms, her demonic tail swaying slowly and rhythmically from side to side. While there is still a faint trace of worry in her, it is largely eclipsed by fascination. "Any luck, Vorenus?"
It's only forever, not long at all ♫
Her attention drawn to the package now, Iromae asks, "Was there any perceptible shift in the magic after that? Perhaps we should try placing all of our invitations on the package." She then looks around. "Is there an obvious mundane way to open the package? I mean, we could try that first I suppose."
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I believe you all are on to something my friends. The faint magic in the notes, every one as individual as a single key in a multi key lock, or this case, package. He pulls his note for his pocket, unfolds it, shall we dance my loves? He holds his key to the box...
As Diego presses his letter to the package, the reaction intensifies. The rune on his letter glows faintly at first but quickly brightens, casting a soft, pulsating light. The matching rune on the package activates in response, its glow syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the light on Diego's letter.
The shimmering inscriptions covering the package surface reappear, but this time they remain visible longer, shifting and rearranging themselves like a puzzle attempting to align. Faint whispers echo around the group — too soft to discern words, but distinctly present, as though the package itself is communicating or responding.
The package grows warm to the touch, though not uncomfortably so. It vibrates lightly, as if anticipating further action. However, it does not open or otherwise change.
The priest in the green robes now forgotten, Iromae fetches her own invitation and presses it to the package like the others had. "Come on Shenua, yours will be the last letter!" She is obviously excited to see what will happen.
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Shenua's eyes widen, turquoise pupils shimmering with the pulsating glow as she leans closer. Her clawed fingertips pause over her own letter, as if savoring the mystery about to be revealed, and when Iromae speaks to her, the tiefling gives her a wide, excited smile. "Who could be behind all this? I wouldn't mind to have word or two with the mind responsible for this work," she says as she finally presses her letter in her specific rune.
It's only forever, not long at all ♫
“Ha! Look at that! C’mon you guys, bring your letters, hold them onto the box, I think that is the key…”. Vorenus does indeed ignore the person observing them in the garden, his curiosity is aroused by this magical box and he wishes to see what is inside. He nods and grins to Diego as he has the same idea. As it starts to change, he gets even more excited. Ironmae follows suit and then lastly, cautious Shenua. “Yes, yes my friends! Let’s see what is inside!” His eyes wide, Vorenus watches the box to see if it opens…
As all four letters are pressed to the package, a remarkable transformation occurs. The package hums with a sudden surge of energy, and the runes across its surface flicker, then align into a new pattern. The glowing symbols pulse in unison, growing brighter, then dimming in a rhythmic cycle, almost as though they are breathing.
For a brief moment, the temperature in the air around the group drops, and a faint, melodic hum fills the space. The letters seem to shimmer with a resonant light, their edges glistening, as though they are woven together with arcane force.
Then, in a sudden burst of magical energy, the package clicks open — an audible, almost musical sound as the seams along its edges part. Inside, instead of the expected contents, there is a soft, glowing mist that wafts up, as if the package is revealing something intangible, something not entirely bound to the physical world.
The mist swirls, and within it, shapes begin to form — shadowy outlines, fleeting visions, and fragments of images that shift rapidly, almost too fast to follow. It feels as though time and memory are bending, drawing the group into a shared vision — or perhaps multiple visions — too quick to grasp fully.
The air is thick with magic, and the group feels a sense of urgency, as if something important is unfolding before them, but it is just out of reach.
Vorenus is fascinated, he couldn’t take his eyes off the box if he tried. He keeps looking at the shadowy figures, the visions, images that are sprouting forth, examining each, trying to look for recognition, for understanding. “It is trying to tell us something… but I don’t know what.” He closes his eyes for just a moment, listening to the box, then opens again and keeps searching through the visions, trying to make sense of it. “Keep looking! There is something here, I just can’t make it out. Ironmae, Diego, Shenua, give me your hands! Let’s hold hands together and look at this!” Not knowing if it will help or not, Vorenus reaches his hand out and grabs whoever is to the left of him and to the right of him, holding their hand, and gazing into the box.
When the box's opening doesn't reveal as much as expected and offers yet another mystery instead, Shenua's smile brightens even further. This is exciting! They are getting closer, but the answer seems to remain several steps ahead. This doesn’t bother the artificer, who looks at the mist and quotes the letter: “‘Await the one who will reunite what was lost and uncover the truth obscured by time and magic.’ This is it, right? A recollection of memories we lost, perhaps?”
Shenua is about to ask the others if they should try focusing on the mist when Vorenus speaks excitedly. Feeling him clutch her right hand, the tiefling pauses. Unlike other moments, this time she tightens her grip in return, her eyes fixed on the shifting mist while she reaches for the closest companion to her left.
It's only forever, not long at all ♫
Diego watches, his thoughts a swirl of a thousand different things all at once, the images flashing before the group impossible to keep up with. As hands take his, settling his thoughts. Unable to keep up with the flashing images, he instead opens his mind, his heart to melodic hum, his spirit following it along the rhythmic ebbs and tides...conjuration magic...he says out loud, that's it! Reach with whatever magical essence you have and beckon it to come. He starts humming along with the humming melody coming from the box, then puts words to it.
Welcome back my friend,
Oh where have you been?
It's been such a long long time.
Welcome home...my friend, come home...
Iromae watches in fascination as runes pulse and the box opens. "We've done it," she says softly, although now it seems there is more to understand. As the shapes and images formed amidst the glowing mist seem too fast for rational comprehension, she tries to focus less on detail and more on just letting her mind for an impression of what is happening. She whispers, "Deneir, please guide me to understanding," she prays, invoking Guidance. (Insight to try to get a feel for what is happening: 17+3=20)
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