Lostur glances down at the weasel and grunts. He picks it up, about to toss it at the sigil, before thinking better of it. Holding the weasel up to eye level, he stares at it.
"You gonna take one for the team and test out that sigil for us?" he asks it, pointing at the sigil. Then he places the weasel on the floor.
The weasel gives you a doubtful look but does as told. It makes its way over to the sigil and as its feet touch the light it promptly passes out. The weasel lies there gently snoring.
Lostur reaches down and gently pulls the weasel back out of the sigil by its tail. He inspects it, frowning. "Well, at least it's no lethal trap, from the looks of this," he says to the others. "So... where would you hide a whole shrine in a room like this, huh?" He looks up at the ceiling as he speaks, and then at the floor again. Then he begins to walk around the room, tapping various surfaces with the hilt of his weapon.
"I honestly have no idea... could they move it using some magic? And why put that kind of sigil here? " KRay feels that she has more questions than answers every minute.
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"I feel it should be around here somewhere.... Why can't we see it? Where is it? There should be magic involved in moving it, there is no sign of physically moving it. And yes why would that sigil be here?"
Brenvull joins Lostur in investigating the room. He is getting a bit panicked now, so would nog be very careful with where he would go (although he would be out of the way of Lostur when he is swinging his weapon :P).
Lorvax watches as his brethren go about the task of finding the shrine in their own fashion. Keeping quiet he crouches close to the floor and looks for any tracks, signs of interference, anything that looks out of place in the room itself - rather than where the shrine should be.
Lorvax you see nothing unusual but you get a strong sense that the sigil is somehow the key to this mystery. It's almost like your "survival" instinct is trying to tell your conscious mind something but you cant... quite... put your finger on it...
Lostur whirls around. "Hey! Who stole my weasel!?"
He casts about for the weasel with just about as much success as before, until an idea strikes him. Reaching into his pocket, his hand closes around the now-much-abused soul coin. It feels almost fragile in his hand. Something is definitely strange about, considering how energized he feels every time he touches it. It's just another strange thing in this place, once familiar, but full of things gone wrong.
For lack of a better idea, he clutches it tightly in his fist, closing his eyes and making a query.
Oy! How can we find the shrine in here, huh?
After receiving whatever answer he might from the coin, it crumbles to dust in his hands.
The rest of you watch Lostur lean down and touch the Sigil. He promptly falls asleep.
Lostur :
Lostur you open your eyes to find yourself in an unlit room the same size and dimensions as the shrine room, except here there are no exits. You look up to see the shrine standing there exactly where it should be and behind it a dark shadow looming. You hear a wet tearing sound followed by chewing.
"I suppose it was you who delivered the appetiser." croaks a female voice. "A tasty morsel... though the main course looks much more interesting."
Lostur roll initiative as the Dream Hag lunges forward to attack.
Lorvax stares at Lostur wide-eyed. "What do you think has happened to him? Might he be in trouble?"he says as he goes up to his kinsman and attempts to shake him awake.
If all else fails then Lorvax would also touch the Sigil - he would attempt to rouse Lostur first though (including using a jet of water from his decanter!).
"There you are finally," Lostur says with satisfaction as he eyes the hag. "It was getting frustrating trying to find the pustule responsible for defiling the shrine on my own. You shoulda just left a sign so we could get here faster," he complains, brandishing his yklwa. "Also, that was my weasel to punish. I'm gonna make you pay for that!"
Lostur you are rudely woken from your eldritch dream; choking on half a gallon of water; as Lorvax stands over you wide eyed with worry and a look of panic on his face. You are back in the original room and the shrine has disappeared once more. You hear a dark chuckle at the back of your mind.
Lostur splutters, then glares at Lorvax as he stands up. "What'd you do that for? I was about to kill the hag who stole the shrine from us!" he grumbles. "If you touch the sigil and let yourself fall asleep, you'll find her and the shrine. Like, in another world. A dream world, I guess. So either we can all touch that sigil and fall asleep, or you can find a way to wake the hag up by forcing her back into this room. I dunno, maybe you magic types got a spell that can do that or dispel that rune or somethin'. But you know... she has the shrine in her dream world. So either way we're gonna have to kill her. I was just about to but then ya woke me up! Oh, an' she killed Mr. Weasel!"
Lorvax draws himself upright, making full use of his height, "What did I do that for?!"he barks at Lostur. "You looked to be bewitched - anything could have happened to you! Your very soul could have been in the processed on being ripped from your body, for all I knew!"
This would be as riled up as you have seen Lorvax, the current situation playing deeply on his mind. He prepares himself for the upcoming battle ((mechanically speaking - consuming potency mutagen, applying crimson rite to halberd)). "Best we do this together brother"he looks to Brenvull,"On three then!"
Lostur glances down at the weasel and grunts. He picks it up, about to toss it at the sigil, before thinking better of it. Holding the weasel up to eye level, he stares at it.
"You gonna take one for the team and test out that sigil for us?" he asks it, pointing at the sigil. Then he places the weasel on the floor.
The weasel gives you a doubtful look but does as told. It makes its way over to the sigil and as its feet touch the light it promptly passes out. The weasel lies there gently snoring.
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Lostur reaches down and gently pulls the weasel back out of the sigil by its tail. He inspects it, frowning. "Well, at least it's no lethal trap, from the looks of this," he says to the others. "So... where would you hide a whole shrine in a room like this, huh?" He looks up at the ceiling as he speaks, and then at the floor again. Then he begins to walk around the room, tapping various surfaces with the hilt of his weapon.
Investigation: 16
"I honestly have no idea... could they move it using some magic? And why put that kind of sigil here? " KRay feels that she has more questions than answers every minute.
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"I feel it should be around here somewhere.... Why can't we see it? Where is it? There should be magic involved in moving it, there is no sign of physically moving it. And yes why would that sigil be here?"
Brenvull joins Lostur in investigating the room. He is getting a bit panicked now, so would nog be very careful with where he would go (although he would be out of the way of Lostur when he is swinging his weapon :P).
Investigation: 17
Lorvax watches as his brethren go about the task of finding the shrine in their own fashion. Keeping quiet he crouches close to the floor and looks for any tracks, signs of interference, anything that looks out of place in the room itself - rather than where the shrine should be.
Survival: 21 ((desperately trying to make it survival related!))
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You notice nothing unusual other than the glowing sigil. While you are all searching, the weasel makes a choking sound then disappears.
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Lorvax you see nothing unusual but you get a strong sense that the sigil is somehow the key to this mystery. It's almost like your "survival" instinct is trying to tell your conscious mind something but you cant... quite... put your finger on it...
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Lostur whirls around. "Hey! Who stole my weasel!?"
He casts about for the weasel with just about as much success as before, until an idea strikes him. Reaching into his pocket, his hand closes around the now-much-abused soul coin. It feels almost fragile in his hand. Something is definitely strange about, considering how energized he feels every time he touches it. It's just another strange thing in this place, once familiar, but full of things gone wrong.
For lack of a better idea, he clutches it tightly in his fist, closing his eyes and making a query.
Oy! How can we find the shrine in here, huh?
After receiving whatever answer he might from the coin, it crumbles to dust in his hands.
Lostor a voice sounds in your mind as if from a great distance.
“Touch the sigil and submit.”
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(Sorry, I missed the alert!)
“Maybe we should touch that sigil and take a nap to find the shrine,“ Lostur says. „I‘ll try it,“ he adds, leaning down to touch the sigil.
(lol no worries, I was more concerned that I had scared you guys off with the puzzle).
Lostor you touch the sigil and a wave of fatigue passes over you. Make a wisdom save.
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(Lostur choses to fail.)
The rest of you watch Lostur lean down and touch the Sigil. He promptly falls asleep.
Lostur :
Lostur you open your eyes to find yourself in an unlit room the same size and dimensions as the shrine room, except here there are no exits. You look up to see the shrine standing there exactly where it should be and behind it a dark shadow looming. You hear a wet tearing sound followed by chewing.
"I suppose it was you who delivered the appetiser." croaks a female voice. "A tasty morsel... though the main course looks much more interesting."
Lostur roll initiative as the Dream Hag lunges forward to attack.
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Lorvax stares at Lostur wide-eyed. "What do you think has happened to him? Might he be in trouble?" he says as he goes up to his kinsman and attempts to shake him awake.
If all else fails then Lorvax would also touch the Sigil - he would attempt to rouse Lostur first though (including using a jet of water from his decanter!).
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Lostur Initiative: 18 (11 + 7 Alacrity)
"There you are finally," Lostur says with satisfaction as he eyes the hag. "It was getting frustrating trying to find the pustule responsible for defiling the shrine on my own. You shoulda just left a sign so we could get here faster," he complains, brandishing his yklwa. "Also, that was my weasel to punish. I'm gonna make you pay for that!"
Lostur you are rudely woken from your eldritch dream; choking on half a gallon of water; as Lorvax stands over you wide eyed with worry and a look of panic on his face. You are back in the original room and the shrine has disappeared once more. You hear a dark chuckle at the back of your mind.
"Come back soon!"
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Lostur splutters, then glares at Lorvax as he stands up. "What'd you do that for? I was about to kill the hag who stole the shrine from us!" he grumbles. "If you touch the sigil and let yourself fall asleep, you'll find her and the shrine. Like, in another world. A dream world, I guess. So either we can all touch that sigil and fall asleep, or you can find a way to wake the hag up by forcing her back into this room. I dunno, maybe you magic types got a spell that can do that or dispel that rune or somethin'. But you know... she has the shrine in her dream world. So either way we're gonna have to kill her. I was just about to but then ya woke me up! Oh, an' she killed Mr. Weasel!"
"What did she do?! That is something only we are allowed to do! Well let's get it over with then. All touch it on the count of three?"
Lorvax draws himself upright, making full use of his height, "What did I do that for?!" he barks at Lostur. "You looked to be bewitched - anything could have happened to you! Your very soul could have been in the processed on being ripped from your body, for all I knew!"
This would be as riled up as you have seen Lorvax, the current situation playing deeply on his mind. He prepares himself for the upcoming battle ((mechanically speaking - consuming potency mutagen, applying crimson rite to halberd)). "Best we do this together brother" he looks to Brenvull, "On three then!"
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