Tír Na NÓg

[*Midnight]

She simply crosses her arms and gives him an expectant look.

[*Mander]

Mashano raises his brow at the mention of finger waggling, idly scanning the mound for any obvious runes or surface enchantments.


///Spellcraft mod 30, total 49

///search mod 7, total 11

[*Krayt]

He sighed and hanged his head in defeat. His leg had gradualy stiffned during their journey. He had to use his hand place it infront of the other still healthy leg. The short distance was a gruelling agonizing stroll albiet short. He eventually made it down to the base of the hill. His lips was moving but they couldn't tell what was said from their vantage point. He turned his face to them after awhile shrugging with his palms held high facing the sky and shaking his head.

The namer was quick to comment it. "He don't look very successful. If he even tried."

Mashano could descry several spells being worked into that hill. Shaping spells had formed it long ago. He also traced transmutation spells. ((Mud to rock))

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((Xar))

Coming closer towards her is a older pair in a coracle. The woman uses a long stave pushing them forward while the was lying on his stomach with his head over the brim his beard dipped in the water as he jabbed with a stick like object below the surface.

She also spots the man approaching the hill.

[*Midnight]

She beckons their guide closer then she turns to Mashano as he works his spells.

"Can you do anything about this?"

[*Selebius]

"Hey! Want to earn some jink?!"

She hails the couple, waves at them- perhaps not aware how suspicious a masked ugly, pale female in spiked leathers might look.

[*Mander]

"Hmm, I believe the gist of it is they shape some of that mud into a stone door. Let's try a transmutation circle."

Mashano pulls out various charcoal markers and reagents, begins scrawling onto the surface runes and working his own alterations into them.


///Spellcraft 32

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

The woman yelled out her answer. "Ye can bet all down to yer last nails that I do!" Starting o steer the vessel towards her. The man at the helm seemed annoyed at this "Ssssh! ye hae thame feart awa agin! She didnt mind him however and steered the coracle all the way to the pier. He folded his arms sullenly while muttering his grey beard discoloured by the filty water. The woman spoke again. "Say, what can we help ye wi' love?"

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((Em and Mas))

Their guide starts lumbering back to them.

The rite had it's desired effects a mouth within the hill soon open up with much of the waste pouring into it as it was swallowed up. Leaving a entrance large enough for them to pass through.

[*Selebius]

"Simple. I offer you a Mert for taking me to that hill.... and telling me what you know about it."

She crouches down, the coin in her fingers for them to see as she awaits their decision.

[*Midnight]

Emila smiles at the spell.

"Excellent work."

She places her hands on the lame man's shoulders.

"A lesson Johrainah. Your inclination would probably tell you our friend here has served his purpose and should be released."

As she finishes the sentence she takes hold of the man's jaw and twists his head to attempt to break his neck.

"But that is because you are clouded by emotions such as pity and compassion. He is injured so he is slow he is likely inclined to betray us for what we did to him and he serves no further purpose. The logical rational thing to do is to cure him of his ills and secure him to our purpose."


She casts a spell flooding the corpse with negative energy.


"Now he is strong, whole and loyal. Do you see?"

//Str roll to try to break his neck 11+13= 24

Spellcast: Animate dead.

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

"Ti the haughman's brae? Nae nae cannae an willnae" The man said shaking his head stroking some water out of his beard. The woman retorted "I'm deciding fer the boat so ye can bar yer beak" She looked back to the warlock. "Make it two an' I'll take ye an tell ye."

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((Em and Ma))

As his throat was grappled his eyes flashed wide open, he grabbed her wrists but it was futile she was far to strong. His head was pushed further and further back his face grew redder and redder, gaping wide but unable to breathe. They Heard a resounding snap and he became listless in her hold. Wetting himself as life left him.

The namer put a hand over her mouth in shock. "Disgusting"

The negative energy flayed away his flesh leaving only rough sinews and it's bones. Rising to do the bidding of it's new master.

Johrainah was confounded. "What about his soul is it gone? Will it never experiance true death?

The path was open and nothing barred their way to and into the hill.