Egen scratches her head, "Um... Give me a second, I'll think of something. Oh, I got it! Where is Tomo's Master?"
"Well, keep in mind that I have been dead for quite some time, so I don't rightfully know who this 'tomo' and this 'master' is. However, I will not let one with such a selfless question leave empty handed, or I wouldn't be the greatest arcanist, in life and death!" He takes on a sagely pose
"Let it be known that are certain laws governing our universe. Obviously, these are of a mallable sort, otherwise magi wouldn't exist. However it is in my expert opinion the case that the threads of fate are not easily severed, and the bonds of true friendship transcend multiple planes of existence. Then again, mithril chains are also rather hard to sever." He looks at you and lets his shoulders sag a bit.
"Don't give me that look. This might sound like inane drivel, but I assure you that this information will become usefull at some point.""I don't rightfully know ser. I've been studying as an apprentice for years now... I haven't had much chance to see or hear from the world. The little that I do know is... disturbing."
"Hmm, yes, the world does have a tendency to get disturbing when we drop our collective guard for even a second. It has been that way since olden times. Still, I suppose it's comforting that some things never change, even if it is the ever-changing nature of the world that doesn't change."Nosegay grins at the wizard's story. That was rather good.
"Ooh, another question, you say? Very well, then. Let's go for something more businesslike, then. The fog that's been bothering the area - is it caused by an individual person, a group of people or something else? You don't have to say who or what exactly is responsible, just say which of those three it might be, yes? Is that a small enough question?"
After the mage looks at you with a blank stare for a moment, you explain the whole mist situation to him. While you are explaining, he simply closes his eyes and runs his hand through his impressive beard, only speaking when you are done.
"That is quite the pickle you find yourselves in. Let me state one thing for sure, no one mage could do this. A large group of mages, debatable. Perhaps if they tap into some kind of outside source, but even then the amount of time this has lasted has made this unlikely. Demons and old gods...perhaps...but they generally like to be more, eh, subtle. If I might give my opinion, you've either got a large group of expert magi frakking about with some kind of big source of magic. And a mean a large group, like a city full of 'em. Or you've got a greater demon that's bored and or hungry." He shrugs
"Honestly, this is rather distressing. I'd have to investigate to give you anything more than baseless conjecture. But alas, kinda dead."Seanna, Egen and Nosegay suddenly find themselves standing together in the crypt again.
"And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the extra prize! you all got your riddles right on the first try, so I think you qualify. And the prize is...." He makes big circles in the air with his arms, and points to the sarcophagus.
"Whatever is in this thing! Now let's see what it says on the sides..." He walks around the rectangle, reading the inscriptions that seem entirely alien to you. "
Beware ye who opens this...blah blah....great curse....hero of something something will avenge when the resting place is disturbed...NO ONE CAN BREAK THE MAGIC SEAL? I accept this challenge to my skill!" He looks intently to the sarcophagus, wiggles his hips and extends his arm. He snaps his fingers and immediatly the large stone lid starts to crumble to dust, starting in the middle. The dust floats upwards before dissapearing completely.
"Hah, still got it. Well, it was fun playing around, but I think I'm going to move on now. Ta Ta!" You blink, and he's gone.
You peer inside the coffin. Inside are the remains of someone. It's mostly dust, with a bone or four still discernable. Three things seem to have been unaffected by time, however. A scroll, stamped shut with a red seal bearing a strange mark. A pair of knives with a strange mark on their hilt, they are inside of green metal sheats bearing the same marks. And a pair of gauntlets that cover the top of the hands and most of the lower arm, the top is reinforced with metal plates.
Inside the large cryptMoskar moved quickly but quietly, placing his steps carefully as he moved across the chamber.
His tongue flicks out briefly, tasting the dank air of the crypt as his eyes strain against the darkness. He presses his form against the wall to one side of the tunnel, gripping his cleaver in readiness as he waits, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
>Hide myself just to one side of the tunnel, against the wall. Ready myself to spring at whoever emerges and cut them apart.
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Take up an ambush position beside the tunnel, with stick at the ready: if the badguys carry the warmth of life, cosh 'em over the head as they pass and set upon them with teeth and claws. If not, zombies are not good for eating, and Tomo is not good for zombies' eating, so let Moskar butcher them while sneaking past down the tunnel.
Both Tomo and Moskar take their positions on opposite sides of the door. As the two enemies round the corner they try to stay hidden in the relative darkness. [3][6] Moskar manages stay mostly hidden away, but Tomo can't seem to escape the view of one of the assailants. Bot of them turn out be undead, not terribly unexpected. These seem to be in a much better condition than the ones outside were. You suppose these are the corpses missing from the caskets along the walls. They both turn towards Tomo. [7+1] Moskar takes this oppertunity to cleave the head of the one on his side wide open, spilling rotten goop all over. The one on Tomo's side attacks. [9] but Tomo isn't an easy prey by any means, and dodges the zombie's lunge, retaliating with her walking stick and [6] hitting the zombie in the side of the head. The zombie goes down, but isn't out of the fight yet [2] Tomo sits on his back and repeatedly bashes his head with the stick, pummeling it into a fine mush, but also making quite a bit of noise.
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