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Madness in Freeport - Part 11: Prayer Room
The long room followed the curve of the outside wall of the temple. The walls were covered with a mosaic of a large serpent. Its tail began near the door, and the body wound along the outside wall, culminating in a fanged head at the far end of the room.
Kham lowered his lenses. “Any artifacts in here?”
Ilmarė sighed. “I’m pretty sure they’re not going to come running just because you asked.”
“Whoa,” said Kham. “Don’t look at the snake’s eyes.”
“What snake?” asked Beldin.
“Vlad,” said Ilmarė, “cover Beldin’s eyes too.”
Before Beldin could look, Vlad looked down at the ground and covered Beldin’s eyes with one hand.
“What?” muttered Beldin in confusion.
The eyes of the mosaic serpent glowed with a green light. In front of the head was a stone table on which a large book rests. Kham gingerly stepped past four large piles of dust shaped like serpents.
When he reached the stone table, Kham lifted the book off of it. The volume was written entirely in Valossan. “The Society should like this.”
Ilmarė had her eyes closed. “What’s the problem?
“I had the overwhelming urge to kill you all,” said Kham, returning to the entrance with book in hand. “Now, I have that urge a lot these days. But usually it’s when Fleshripper is in my hands. I think it had something to do with the snake.”
“Think that’s the Scales of the Serpent?” asked Ilmarė hopefully. The book was covered with mottled serpent skin.
“No,” said Kham.
“Damn it!” shouted Ilmarė. She stomped off down the hallway.
The long room followed the curve of the outside wall of the temple. The walls were covered with a mosaic of a large serpent. Its tail began near the door, and the body wound along the outside wall, culminating in a fanged head at the far end of the room.
Kham lowered his lenses. “Any artifacts in here?”
Ilmarė sighed. “I’m pretty sure they’re not going to come running just because you asked.”
“Whoa,” said Kham. “Don’t look at the snake’s eyes.”
“What snake?” asked Beldin.
“Vlad,” said Ilmarė, “cover Beldin’s eyes too.”
Before Beldin could look, Vlad looked down at the ground and covered Beldin’s eyes with one hand.
“What?” muttered Beldin in confusion.
The eyes of the mosaic serpent glowed with a green light. In front of the head was a stone table on which a large book rests. Kham gingerly stepped past four large piles of dust shaped like serpents.
When he reached the stone table, Kham lifted the book off of it. The volume was written entirely in Valossan. “The Society should like this.”
Ilmarė had her eyes closed. “What’s the problem?
“I had the overwhelming urge to kill you all,” said Kham, returning to the entrance with book in hand. “Now, I have that urge a lot these days. But usually it’s when Fleshripper is in my hands. I think it had something to do with the snake.”
“Think that’s the Scales of the Serpent?” asked Ilmarė hopefully. The book was covered with mottled serpent skin.
“No,” said Kham.
“Damn it!” shouted Ilmarė. She stomped off down the hallway.