The wreckage of the construct lies in a heap, its once gleaming plates dented and warped, steam still hissing softly in bursts from cracked seals. You kneel over it and pry aside a warped section of brass. The insides spill out like the guts of a clock. Gears the size of a fist, shattered pistons, and crystal fragments come rattling out. As you dig deeper, wires glow faintly, then gutter out as you pull them loose. There’s no chain, nothing even resembling it. Just mechanical sinew. One length of cabling comes free with a brittle snap, but it’s little more than twisted wire, frayed and fragile. Certainly nothing Käinen could trust.
Beyond the shattered security automaton, through the doorway, lies another stretch of hallway. Here, the filigree engrained into the floor thickens into a more deliberate pattern. It's no longer just thin lines, but heavy, geometric shapes etched deep into the stone. The faint bluish glow of the lights along the walls catches on carved runes in the floor, the walls, even the tall vaulted ceiling, all linked like veins.
The air hums faintly as though the whole corridor were resonating with a frequency just below hearing. Every step makes the pattern shift with a ripple of dull light.
Teryn straightens from the wreckage, brushing brass dust from his hands with a faintly sour look. “No chains,” he reports, voice edged with disappointment. His gaze lingers on the ruined core a moment longer before a wry half-smile tugs at his mouth. “Still, we certainly dismantled it more thoroughly than I realized.” He lets out a quiet breath, then turns toward the rune-carved hall ahead. “We should keep moving before the archive decides to send another guardian.” With that, he steps carefully onto the glowing floor, slipping ahead to lead the way.
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As if reading Käinen's mind, Ellanise stands up beside him and holds out her hand. From it dangles a bundle of rope. "This isn't as strong as a chain, but if you break it, you can't magically put it back together again."
She smiles up at him. "Take it easy until we get out of here. Maybe bring up the rear."
Following Teryn, Ellanise scowls at the lines in the floor, very hesitant to step on them. She looks at the walls for something to hold onto and climb in order to get a bird's eye view of the room.
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The wreckage of the construct lies in a heap, its once gleaming plates dented and warped, steam still hissing softly in bursts from cracked seals. You kneel over it and pry aside a warped section of brass. The insides spill out like the guts of a clock. Gears the size of a fist, shattered pistons, and crystal fragments come rattling out. As you dig deeper, wires glow faintly, then gutter out as you pull them loose. There’s no chain, nothing even resembling it. Just mechanical sinew. One length of cabling comes free with a brittle snap, but it’s little more than twisted wire, frayed and fragile. Certainly nothing Käinen could trust.
Beyond the shattered security automaton, through the doorway, lies another stretch of hallway. Here, the filigree engrained into the floor thickens into a more deliberate pattern. It's no longer just thin lines, but heavy, geometric shapes etched deep into the stone. The faint bluish glow of the lights along the walls catches on carved runes in the floor, the walls, even the tall vaulted ceiling, all linked like veins.
The air hums faintly as though the whole corridor were resonating with a frequency just below hearing. Every step makes the pattern shift with a ripple of dull light.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Teryn straightens from the wreckage, brushing brass dust from his hands with a faintly sour look. “No chains,” he reports, voice edged with disappointment. His gaze lingers on the ruined core a moment longer before a wry half-smile tugs at his mouth. “Still, we certainly dismantled it more thoroughly than I realized.” He lets out a quiet breath, then turns toward the rune-carved hall ahead. “We should keep moving before the archive decides to send another guardian.” With that, he steps carefully onto the glowing floor, slipping ahead to lead the way.
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts Manor |
As if reading Käinen's mind, Ellanise stands up beside him and holds out her hand. From it dangles a bundle of rope. "This isn't as strong as a chain, but if you break it, you can't magically put it back together again."
She smiles up at him. "Take it easy until we get out of here. Maybe bring up the rear."
Following Teryn, Ellanise scowls at the lines in the floor, very hesitant to step on them. She looks at the walls for something to hold onto and climb in order to get a bird's eye view of the room.