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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PhoenixAsh" data-source="post: 2785521" data-attributes="member: 18230">Update #28: Fire and FrostMusic, laughter and the sweet scent of flowers reaches Ruel Dunnanne d’Phiarlan, seated amidst Sharn’s privileged in the tower-top restaurant, Galdin’s Garden.  The air is cooler here, lacking some of the cloistering heat and cloying dampness of the city’s lower regions.  His eyes briefly lift upwards as he muses, “No doubt a pleasant side effect of being in such proximity to the nexus between Eberron and Syrania.  How quickly this whole city would fall and be crushed were that link with the Azure Sky ever broken.  Over two hundred thousand people…” “What did you decide?” A slightly hesitant voice breaks his reverie.  His eyes fall upon the golden haired woman seated across the table from him.  The wizard smiles and lifts his glass of Orla-un wine, one of his favored Aundarian vintages.  As he sips from it, he savors the rich flavor almost as much as he enjoys savoring the slow telling of his story to his companion.  Never a good judge of character, Ruel can still tell he has baited her interest. “As I recall, we were not of the same mind on how best to proceed…”*** As he returns, he finds the Irregulars sitting around the circular chamber. Ruel is running Rorsa’s pearl around his palm. He looks up as the changling sits nearby and sighs, “Well, shall we press on without Elisa or call in the other team and let them take all the credit?” Ruel slips the pearl into his Handy Haversack as the other party members consider the question. Audric is first to speak, “I would be in favor of returning to the ship and getting Elisa some healing.”  Alexandre, lovingly cleaning wolf blood from the handle of his elven blade, clears his throat, “If they come down and find the goods we lose out on Elaydren’s finders fee.” Dox looks to Audric,. “Well I’d better go talk to Rorsa, if you’re going to summon the pinnace. I talked her into being a guard doggie.” The party looks at the changling who shrugs his shoulders, “She likes getting rubbed behind her ears. . . . Besides we don’t have to give the other team this.” Dox tosses the green key chain to Alexandre who grins. Audric weighs the situation as Dox rises. He realizes that he is in the minority about leaving the underground complex. Ruel hasn’t spoken, but he hardly needs to. The idea of letting Kashandi get more gold and more glory would not sit well with the wizard.  Audric turns to ask Loki’s view on the matter when Ruel does speak, “We might be able to find a sheltered place here where healing magic might work.” The monk nods. Even if Loki were to agree with him a majority of the Irregulars would prefer to remain. He looks to the comatose barbarian and checks her vitals one more time then nods definitively, Elisa is stable.  “Then let’s see what we can find,” Audric answers, rising to his feet. As the party collects its gear, he murmurs underneath the echoing din, “I just hope we will not regret this later.” *** “Brown, Orange, Red, Yellow, Purple, Blue, and Green. We have blue and green keys, we need to keep a look out for more.” Dox analyzes the circular chambers that the party has found. After some discussion the Irregulars decide to start the search methodically from the beginning of the complex. That leads them back to the charred hallway with the twisted, melted metal door at the end. Heat and light flicker down the corridor and into the sphere that just seconds ago stopped revolving under the now familiar application of a keystone. Ruel retrieves the Protection from Energy scroll the party recovered, “I would hate to waste this if it is not needed. It is quite valuable.” “I’ll do some reconnaissance,” Dox nods to the wizard. “Are you going to change yourself?” Alexander off-handedly inquires. “Uhm, I think that ‘fire elemental’ is beyond the scope of my disguise kit.” Dox laughs good-naturedly. Alexandre cocks an eyebrow, fingering a tindertwig from his belt pouch, “We could help with that,” his expression is serious before breaking into a lop-sided grin. Dox shakes his head and slips down the charred walkway silently, avoiding the charred bits of bone that ominously scatter the long hall. Steeling himself against the heat, he sees a side door at the end of the hall and guardedly ducks through it. The room contains a long narrow pool of clear water and beyond it another small room looks to be a latrine of sorts. Dox pauses in the doorway. It is refreshingly cool and there are no scorch marks at all on the stonework.  Dox twists around the corner for a quick glance at the larger room at the end of the hall. What immediately registers is a nearly blackened and blasted chamber with a roiling mass of white-hot flame floating in the air, fuming at the wall in the corner. He ducks quickly back into the bath area hoping that whatever it is doesn’t notice him. He casts about for buckets on a whim, but a quick scan of the pool area reveals none. After a breath or two, he ends his scouting foray and slips back down the corridor to report his findings.  Ruel greets him immediately with, “Any key charms?” “I didn’t see any, but I didn’t exactly do a thorough search. There’s a big fiery blob floating about in there.” “Nothing else?” Loki rumbles. “We’re dealing with a creature that doesn’t use the bathroom.” Dox quips, explaining that the room with the pool and latrine is untouched. The party debates on how to best the fiery blob. Alexandre has several ideas: one of which includes drinking the rest of the contents of his wineskin to use it to squirt water on the fire. When he realizes the idea isn’t gaining much ground he tries another tack, “What about fighting fire with fire? You’re a wizard Ruel. Can’t they do stuff like that?” Ruel shakes his head, “I do not practice that sort of magic. We could use the scroll on someone, preferably someone who could do a great deal of damage quickly. With Elisa down that leaves. . .” “Me!” Loki grins and hefts his axe. Ruel nods and digs out a flask out of his pack before casting the protection charm upon the half-giant, “It is alchemist’s frost. You just throw it hard and it will break on impact. Should put out some flames at the very least.”  Loki takes the flask and nods, pounding down the blackened hall. Fire-hardened bone crunches loudly under his heavy footsteps. Loki turns at the door and throws the flask. The faint sound of fire and frost meeting in a faint sizzle can be heard, but so to can the sound of the flask impacting against stone, not the blob. As firelight illuminates his profile, the Irregulars can see Loki’s face contort into a grimace as he grips his axe and shifts to a fighting stance.</blockquote>

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