The woman is already leaving and the man considers Sill's word silenty- his full helmet hiding his face and reaction.
"I will be outside.", he then simply said- leaving Sill alone with the mumbling madman who is drawing a stalk of straw through his mouth, making it wet and supple to be bent into the shape of his next rune.
(( Lore and SC, please))
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The man does not hesitate nor does he has the need to slow down to think- his training and experience letting him react immediately and he advances to get rid of this annoyance that dared to attack him.
Mauric's slash is poorly aimed, weak. Even the angle of the blade is wrong and the grip on it more than just awkward.
So can the man be blamed for not even trying to doge this? For trusting his enchanted steel plate armour to deflect the blow, perhaps even to shatter this poorly made blade that looks so mich like a thin shard of glass like obsidian?
And so he lets the armour take the hit- ingniting his polearm, letting it burst into flames while the blade he draws is covered with a layer of frost.
He did never expect the blade to glide through his armour, through his flesh, cutting directly into his soul- and this time Mauric feels the whole process of the blade devouring this being- feels the pain, the terror, the desperation and.... the nothing that follows.
((FORT, WIL, please ))
A Book Full Of Riddles...
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*Rainbow Prism
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Left to her own devices, Sill decided to be on the safe side. There was a scroll of silence taken out of pouch, spell coming to life and enshrouding area in front of the door.
Taking steps towards cell, Fated looked at runes of straw. She watched the symbols, effort madman putting into his work making it look important.
Spellcraft Modifier:22, Result = 38
Left to her own devices, Sill decided to be on the safe side. There was a scroll of silence taken out of pouch, spell coming to life and enshrouding area in front of the door.
Taking steps towards cell, Fated looked at runes of straw. She watched the symbols, effort madman putting into his work making it look important.
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*Krayt
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His face shone in glee as the man's perception of the threat he could possibly pose fell apart together with his whole being that followed the revelation in what appeared to be a storm of the mans fragmented pieces devoured by the ravenous blade. The warlock gorged in the onrush of negative feelings like a demon as this fed his own blackened soul. Staring at the translucient obsidian black blade as the stream of hunger gripped him tearing at his inner most sanctum.
Closing his eyes as he lowered his head he attempted to once more resist the beckoning call. It had grown stronger or was it he that had weakned, if he continue to use it he would eventually be consumed by this hunger he concluded, so shall it be then was his last thought before the howling surge silnenced all thoughts.
His face shone in glee as the man's perception of the threat he could possibly pose fell apart together with his whole being that followed the revelation in what appeared to be a storm of the mans fragmented pieces devoured by the ravenous blade. The warlock gorged in the onrush of negative feelings like a demon as this fed his own blackened soul. Staring at the translucient obsidian black blade as the stream of hunger gripped him tearing at his inner most sanctum.
Closing his eyes as he lowered his head he attempted to once more resist the beckoning call. It had grown stronger or was it he that had weakned, if he continue to use it he would eventually be consumed by this hunger he concluded, so shall it be then was his last thought before the howling surge silnenced all thoughts.
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His soul resists the blade's siren call, resists the embrace of sweet oblivion but this time it takes all his strenght, all his willpower as the blade's hunger grows with its power.
Mauric is stunned by the intensity of the visions, the promises but then an itch draws him back to reality- an itch coming from his hands that are still closed around the blade.
Something's..... wrong.
He cannot... loosen his grip. He cannot let go? It is dark, the bit of light around them treacherous but his eyes, enhanced by his powers, still see the horrid truth- see how this blade slowly becomes part of him (or does he become part of it?) - the skin and upper parts of his finger's and hands flesh merged with the hungry metal of the blade.
Mauric is stunned by the intensity of the visions, the promises but then an itch draws him back to reality- an itch coming from his hands that are still closed around the blade.
Something's..... wrong.
He cannot... loosen his grip. He cannot let go? It is dark, the bit of light around them treacherous but his eyes, enhanced by his powers, still see the horrid truth- see how this blade slowly becomes part of him (or does he become part of it?) - the skin and upper parts of his finger's and hands flesh merged with the hungry metal of the blade.
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It was as the silence after a thunderstorm. A deafening roar of a thousand knells then only the uncertainty. Trying to shift his grip he soon realized that his fingers did no longer obey him. As he was so often reminded of during his nightmares his body didn't belong to him. The cold hard mater now intertwine with his flesh,bones and even his bloodstream. The stinging raking pain that could only be described as metalic travelled from the union of flesh and metal spreading to the rest of his body. Just as primeval as the frenzy had been as primeval was the rising fear. For a moment he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming again. He ousted the bemusment and fear from his mind. Gazing at his surrondings to ascertain that he was still in undersgil where he had encountered the man. With what was now his arm he strucked at the stone wall besides him. feeling the blade cleave the withered stone mellowed by the dank air for eons as he had ran his hand through it. He then decided to retreat towards the armoury as he expected to grow weaker or simply being left in a state he was unaccustomed to could be enough for the hoards of vermin to end him. His mind stil open to the presence of the blade.
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"Interesting things you do here, Derl."
Woman crouched, looking right at the madman's face, who was still busy arranging runes.
"I'm the pie-lady. Remember me?"
Woman crouched, looking right at the madman's face, who was still busy arranging runes.
"I'm the pie-lady. Remember me?"
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*Selebius
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The blade is there, silent now as if resting as he struck the stone he felt the resistance through the blade, felt that it cannot affect this matter that was never alive.
Stumbling through the tunnels towards the armoury the time seems to tun slowly, his movements clumsy, his mind dulled as the blade feeds on him to regain its own strenght.
This is how he is found.... ((to be continued in game))
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"Yes! Yes! I know you i.. oh! Oh! be careful pie lady. Be careful when you approacht. The runes flow, the symbols change in the lightest breeze. Bad, bad things might happen if they do. Yes, yes.. bad, bad things. Or good ones!"
He cackles throwing his head back.
"Who can say? Who can? Can you?"
Stumbling through the tunnels towards the armoury the time seems to tun slowly, his movements clumsy, his mind dulled as the blade feeds on him to regain its own strenght.
This is how he is found.... ((to be continued in game))
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"Yes! Yes! I know you i.. oh! Oh! be careful pie lady. Be careful when you approacht. The runes flow, the symbols change in the lightest breeze. Bad, bad things might happen if they do. Yes, yes.. bad, bad things. Or good ones!"
He cackles throwing his head back.
"Who can say? Who can? Can you?"
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*Rainbow Prism
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"Why put them together, then?"
The arranged runes were polar in the alignments. And Derl's words had a sense behind them: together, so close to each other, they should not be able to work. Most likely, they are in quite unstable state.
"It reminds me of something similar. Like how one bloody dagger and moon stone got together into something bad. Or good." Drow shrugged, for now keeping a distance from the cell.
The arranged runes were polar in the alignments. And Derl's words had a sense behind them: together, so close to each other, they should not be able to work. Most likely, they are in quite unstable state.
"It reminds me of something similar. Like how one bloody dagger and moon stone got together into something bad. Or good." Drow shrugged, for now keeping a distance from the cell.
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*Selebius
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"Why not? Look at them! Look how they resist.. how they are working against each other and at the same time work together!
But careful.. carefull.... a shift here.. a mistake there and...."
He pauses, puzzled. "Then? Hm. I have no idea what will happen then!", he says with an almost cheerful smile- then he whirls around in a dancelike motion- only to fall onto his knees in the next momewnt, hastily fixing the runes that have been changed by his action.
"Dagger and stone and mace and bow and blood and blade and....", he mumbles and looks up at her. "Of course they work. Like the runes! The secret is to make them work!
All together, combined in the right way... they would be my key! My god-key! But this is not the only possible combination."
He scuttles closer to the bars that keep him contained- his foot brishing a piece of straw that gets just a bit crooked... causing a section of his work to combust in purple, heatless flames.
"No! NO! Bad! Bad glyphs! You are not supp....."
He looks at Sill again. "Cake?"
But careful.. carefull.... a shift here.. a mistake there and...."
He pauses, puzzled. "Then? Hm. I have no idea what will happen then!", he says with an almost cheerful smile- then he whirls around in a dancelike motion- only to fall onto his knees in the next momewnt, hastily fixing the runes that have been changed by his action.
"Dagger and stone and mace and bow and blood and blade and....", he mumbles and looks up at her. "Of course they work. Like the runes! The secret is to make them work!
All together, combined in the right way... they would be my key! My god-key! But this is not the only possible combination."
He scuttles closer to the bars that keep him contained- his foot brishing a piece of straw that gets just a bit crooked... causing a section of his work to combust in purple, heatless flames.
"No! NO! Bad! Bad glyphs! You are not supp....."
He looks at Sill again. "Cake?"