Perhaps it's the way the gemstone catches a faint light that doesn't exist, or the odd sensation that something is attempting to reach out to him from its smooth bottomless surface or thin strands of whispers he hears when his eyes flicker from it.
A deep sense of dread rises through Bart, as he remembers reading one particularly dark night, of the magical capability of storing a person's soul in an inanimate objects - such magic he believes to have been taken place right in front of him.
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Bart waves the others back a bit. He approaches the gem, looking around at the rest of the room. He looks deep into the stone. Takes a deep breath, and reaches out to pick up the stone.
Aazel watches carefully as Bart reaches for the gem. He felt useless against the magic that this pace presented. What he needed was something of flesh and blood he could sink a weapon into.
Khazan moves near Alysa and quietly asks her if there were any other temple in the town before hers and what kind of deity might've been worshipped in it.
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Hearing Khaz’s whisper to the nearby Alysa, Daffafle whispers back. “Whomever used this structure was of malicious intent...many dark components were stored here. For what purpose...”
the halfling ponders, trying to think of what spells or rituals may use the ingredient labels she discovered. Arcana: 13 history/religion: 4
Alysashakes her head, her attention on keeping watch, "None that I can recall. The fact they are underground is a cause for concern. A religion that is renowned in secrecy is not unlikely to wish well to all..." As her words come to an end a cry is heard from Bartthat echoes seemingly endless into the darkness around them.
To Wulcrath, Bartsimply reached to grasp the gemstone before seizing up, shaking violently for moment before letting out a cry of horror...
Bartholds the black gem, a gnarled hand grabs his wrist then another his leg as elongated, shrivelled arms wrap around his neck as a body weight slowly settles into his shoulder lets out a rasping yearning scream into his ear. He reacts to throw whatever it was off him only to stumble backwards and fall, tumble through a hundred arms reaching out to him, a hundred more hands grasping him, wanting him. A shattering blood-curdling scream blasts the half-elf knocking him off his feet, onto the cold stone floor of the desolate temple.
Wulcrath's eyes widen in panic as he watches Bart fall to the ground.
Without thinking, Wulcrath scrambles to his side, dropping his torch on the ground beside him, before gently grasping Bart and pulling him away from the orb, making sure to stay within his torch's light's radius but as far from the Orb as possible.
He looks down at Bart as he sets him down, moving off to his side a bit before speaking.
"What happened?' "Are you alright?"
His eyes shooting between the Orb and the Half-Elf, a million questions leave his mind racing, Fear and Worry apparent across his face.
Bart sits up, and scoots away from the orb til he hits a wall.
"D-d-d-don't touch it. Bag it up, or s-s-s-something." You can see him growing frustrated that his body is betraying him with the terror of what just happened to him.
"I need a minute." Bart closes his eyes and starts taking deep breaths, but opens his eyes periodically just to make sure whatever he saw isn't there anymore.
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Following Bart's advice, Daffafle pulls her bedroll out of her pack, careful to not touch the gem as she wraps it within the fabric. After securing it, she carries the bundled gem over, setting it beside the half-elf.
"Yours by rights," she says, looking over Bart with clear concern.
Daffafle turns to look around the cavern, worried Bart's screams may have drawn the attention of the denizens.
Daffafleenhanced eyes scan the area. If the situation been another time or place, the sensation of the still new abilities may have been unnerving, but now they prove crucial as the halfling notices a small stream of dust and loosened stone fall from the darkness above...
Alysaglides around the protective dwarf and leans over the half-elf, "Child, focus on me. You are fine, you are safe; I am here. What happened to you? What did you touch?"
“Yeah, I t-touched it. It’s not friendly. There are things inside, and they want out, or maybe to drag others in.”
Bart puts the gem away in his pack.
Bart starts to ramble, tumbling over his words “I’ll need to take some time to figure out if it’s a trap or a weapon, or a tool or a prison.” He forces his mouth shut. “I think I’m a little freaked.”
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Aazel watches helpless as art convulses on the ground. He rushes forward through the door to assist as he starts to recover. “Is everything ok?” As daffafle mentions something above them he spins around to scan the room, looking high on the walls, sword ready. perception: 3
Bart approaches the black gemstone set in the device and attempts to determine what its purpose might be - without touching it.
arcana 24
Paladin - warforged - orange
Perhaps it's the way the gemstone catches a faint light that doesn't exist, or the odd sensation that something is attempting to reach out to him from its smooth bottomless surface or thin strands of whispers he hears when his eyes flicker from it.
A deep sense of dread rises through Bart, as he remembers reading one particularly dark night, of the magical capability of storing a person's soul in an inanimate objects - such magic he believes to have been taken place right in front of him.
Would it appear to be inherently dangerous to touch?
Paladin - warforged - orange
Bart waves the others back a bit. He approaches the gem, looking around at the rest of the room. He looks deep into the stone. Takes a deep breath, and reaches out to pick up the stone.
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Paladin - warforged - orange
Aazel watches carefully as Bart reaches for the gem. He felt useless against the magic that this pace presented. What he needed was something of flesh and blood he could sink a weapon into.
((Where would you say Aazel is in the map? 🙂))
((I am the a on the right. I said I was bringing up the rear))
((Poorly asked question from me! Would you say you have moved to look around or anything? ))
Khazan moves near Alysa and quietly asks her if there were any other temple in the town before hers and what kind of deity might've been worshipped in it.
Hearing Khaz’s whisper to the nearby Alysa, Daffafle whispers back. “Whomever used this structure was of malicious intent...many dark components were stored here. For what purpose...”
the halfling ponders, trying to think of what spells or rituals may use the ingredient labels she discovered.
Arcana: 13
history/religion: 4
Alysa shakes her head, her attention on keeping watch, "None that I can recall. The fact they are underground is a cause for concern. A religion that is renowned in secrecy is not unlikely to wish well to all..." As her words come to an end a cry is heard from Bart that echoes seemingly endless into the darkness around them.
To Wulcrath, Bart simply reached to grasp the gemstone before seizing up, shaking violently for moment before letting out a cry of horror...
Bart holds the black gem, a gnarled hand grabs his wrist then another his leg as elongated, shrivelled arms wrap around his neck as a body weight slowly settles into his shoulder lets out a rasping yearning scream into his ear. He reacts to throw whatever it was off him only to stumble backwards and fall, tumble through a hundred arms reaching out to him, a hundred more hands grasping him, wanting him. A shattering blood-curdling scream blasts the half-elf knocking him off his feet, onto the cold stone floor of the desolate temple.
Bart is knocked to the ground and shaking horrendously with cold sweats. The gem doesn't even bounce as it clings to the ground.
Wulcrath's eyes widen in panic as he watches Bart fall to the ground.
Without thinking, Wulcrath scrambles to his side, dropping his torch on the ground beside him, before gently grasping Bart and pulling him away from the orb, making sure to stay within his torch's light's radius but as far from the Orb as possible.
He looks down at Bart as he sets him down, moving off to his side a bit before speaking.
"What happened?' "Are you alright?"
His eyes shooting between the Orb and the Half-Elf, a million questions leave his mind racing, Fear and Worry apparent across his face.
"Can you walk?" "Did it injure you somehow?"
Bart sits up, and scoots away from the orb til he hits a wall.
"D-d-d-don't touch it. Bag it up, or s-s-s-something." You can see him growing frustrated that his body is betraying him with the terror of what just happened to him.
"I need a minute." Bart closes his eyes and starts taking deep breaths, but opens his eyes periodically just to make sure whatever he saw isn't there anymore.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Following Bart's advice, Daffafle pulls her bedroll out of her pack, careful to not touch the gem as she wraps it within the fabric. After securing it, she carries the bundled gem over, setting it beside the half-elf.
"Yours by rights," she says, looking over Bart with clear concern.
Daffafle turns to look around the cavern, worried Bart's screams may have drawn the attention of the denizens.
Perception (bonus due to Lucky) - 8
Wulcrath looks back to the Orb and then places a hand under his chin, pondering, his features more scrunched in contemplation then they've ever been.
Until He watches Daffafle simply scoop it up in bedding, and pocket it.
"Huh. Well that solves that."
Khaz moves in front of the priestess, his grip on the axe tightening. Eyes darting side to side, he tells the woman to stay near him.
He moves further into the chamber, where the gem was resting. He looks at Daffafle
"So what's the plan now? Do we keep going? "
Daffafle enhanced eyes scan the area. If the situation been another time or place, the sensation of the still new abilities may have been unnerving, but now they prove crucial as the halfling notices a small stream of dust and loosened stone fall from the darkness above...
Alysa glides around the protective dwarf and leans over the half-elf, "Child, focus on me. You are fine, you are safe; I am here. What happened to you? What did you touch?"
“Yeah, I t-touched it. It’s not friendly. There are things inside, and they want out, or maybe to drag others in.”
Bart puts the gem away in his pack.
Bart starts to ramble, tumbling over his words “I’ll need to take some time to figure out if it’s a trap or a weapon, or a tool or a prison.” He forces his mouth shut. “I think I’m a little freaked.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
“There’s something above us,” Daffafle hisses, keeping her eyes on the disturbed dust. “Be ready for a fight.”
Aazel watches helpless as art convulses on the ground. He rushes forward through the door to assist as he starts to recover. “Is everything ok?”
As daffafle mentions something above them he spins around to scan the room, looking high on the walls, sword ready.
perception: 3