[AU] Butterfly Cage

*Galen, you believe the runes are symbols of witchery. Specifically winter, wind, and wood witchery.*

*Scinathar, as you step through the illusion, you find yourself in a narrow corridor that snakes to the left, then further into the mountain. Around the corner you see that the passage continues for another fifty feet before turning to the right again. At the end of the corridor you can see a faint blue glow, otherwise it is dark (though not to your eyes).*
 

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Sanje nods. His deep voice echoes in the cave as he says, "It was ruins of a verrik place that we saw outside. This could be a witching site, indeed."
 

Provided that the others followed through the wall (particularily Mochor) Scinathar will continue through the darkness and try to see where the light is coming from. While not usually one to stick it's neck out by being at the front of the group, the Mojh is just happy being as far as it can from the little spryte-person. It is also intrigued by Galen's information about witches, Scinathar has always been curious about that or any facet of magic.

[ooc: sneak +2]
 

Connor followed the conversation with interest. As his companions discussed alternatives, Connor looked to Lornae and asked, "Do you know of any of this. Were either of the redskinned ones witches?"
 

"'Course. Man with the stick was. Witch in the mind he was. Silly. Wanted to find something witchy... Said not to let the lizard-man mojhy-mojh find it..." she says cheerfully, then gives a strangled sob. "But I let him through, I know he found it, I was trying to make him go away..."
 

Grathis grumbles quietly to himself. "Verrik mind witches...witching sites...wonderful."

He grips his morningstar tighter and focuses his attention on the passageway, not on Connor's conversation with the spryte. He will also monitor Scianthar's progress. If the mojh gets out of sight, Grathis will quietly follow.
 

Mochor is very careful to stick close to Scinathar as they both proceed through the illusion and further down the corridor.
 

Lornae said:
"'Course. Man with the stick was. Witch in the mind he was. Silly. Wanted to find something witchy... Said not to let the lizard-man mojhy-mojh find it..." she says cheerfully, then gives a strangled sob. "But I let him through, I know he found it, I was trying to make him go away..."

"Did aother mojh come through here other than our mojh, Mochor?" Connor asked, sensed that perhaps there were more. He tried to comfort the spryte as best as he could as he walked with the others down the corridor, staying toward the back of the group.
 

*Scinathar, and those with him, creep cautiously toward the blue light. As they draw within ten feet of the bend, they hear some faint, harsh whispering. Those who understand Draconic know what they're saying.*

"
No pursuit yet, I think that damnfool spryte scared them off. They haven't returned to town yet, but it will be soon. I doubt we'll get too many more up this way,
" says one higher-pitched voice, reminiscent of a faen's voice.

"
I am not so confident. We've found what we wanted to, but I do not know the language or the password. I can figure it out given time and study, but time is what we do not have. We must act again soon to keep them away. It might not be bad to put an illusion on you to fool the little flyer and get her to cause a ruckus in town. As long as we can get their attention away from here, I will have the time I need. When I am able to open it...
Javdak
will not be able to take it away from me,
" says a harsher, deeper voice
 
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