[AU] Butterfly Cage
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"The place Javdak wanted to find. Place for witches, place for witches, but Primat couldn't get away, couldn't tell Javdak, Kithmenshen-mojh kept him close he did, oh yes he did... bad mojhy-mojh..." Lornae says, singing softly.
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After scouring the walls with Voes for illusions, Grathis finally gives up.
"I think we've felt this place over pretty thoroughly," he says. "Let's head back to the others and report in."
They catch up with the others just as they are near to completely their tunnel.
"Well, we checked those passages completely - feeling just about every foot of it. No illusions...not unless they are able to feel like rock and keep your hands from going through. How are things coming along here?"
Grathis will follow through the new tunnel once it's ready.
"I think we've felt this place over pretty thoroughly," he says. "Let's head back to the others and report in."
They catch up with the others just as they are near to completely their tunnel.
"Well, we checked those passages completely - feeling just about every foot of it. No illusions...not unless they are able to feel like rock and keep your hands from going through. How are things coming along here?"
Grathis will follow through the new tunnel once it's ready.
*There seems to be nothing sneaking up behind the party, so you all proceed into the passage. You wanted to check out behind the bend first, so you bypass first the natural cave, and then the man-made break, though not without caution and careful listening and searching. At the man-made break you can see that obviously someone was hammering through to get to this passage for a while. There are shoring posts and other signs of careful digging in what you can see of the man-made passage. A well-used mining pick lies in the rubble where the man-made passage breaks into this one, and an unlit lantern lies just inside the passage.*
*You can see the carvings of wind, snowflakes, and pine trees lining the carved ceiling of this passageway you walk in. Walking toward the bend, Mochor hears some faint voices, though the rush of the wind obscures the exact words. You all would note that there seems to be no other source of light than your own, even around the corner, so perhaps now would be a good time to douse your light.*
*Scinathar, you can see that the carvings above your head glow very faintly with magic and seem to be getting slighty stronger the deeper you go into the mountain.*
*You can see the carvings of wind, snowflakes, and pine trees lining the carved ceiling of this passageway you walk in. Walking toward the bend, Mochor hears some faint voices, though the rush of the wind obscures the exact words. You all would note that there seems to be no other source of light than your own, even around the corner, so perhaps now would be a good time to douse your light.*
*Scinathar, you can see that the carvings above your head glow very faintly with magic and seem to be getting slighty stronger the deeper you go into the mountain.*
*Lornae pipes up, her eyes wide and luminous.*
"I'm very sneaky, very stealthy, you wouldn't have found me if the mojhy-mojh couldn't see my magic, no you wouldn't, I will come with you," she says, and with that vanishes from view. Mochor, you feel a faint brush of something by your cheek, "I'm here," Lornae whispers in your ear, "Let's go."
*Moving quietly up the passage, leaving your light sources behind, you use the walls themselves to guide you around the sharp bend. As you draw closer to the source of the voices, you see a faint bluish glow, like the kind that Primat had. It is enough for both the litortian and the faen to see their quarry clearly.*
*Before them the passage opens up to a wide, paved court, all of the walls covered with the most elaborate carvings you've seen yet. The court is about fifty feet wide and rises to a dome almost fifty feet high. An enormous pair of stone doors fill the entire wall in front of you with the largest carvings yet. Above them, near the curve of the dome, is writing in a strange slanted form in a language that neither of you can read.*
*Before the doors is the steely-skinned mojh who is in intense conversation with a young woman and man. The woman shifts her weight on the balls of her feet and holds herself with tightly-controlled muscular strength. A scimitar is sheathed at her side, and a banded wooden sheild lies at her feet. She wears a studded leather jack and has a backpack on. Her brown hair is tied in a tight ponytail and her eyes are pale and intense.*
*The man is utterly unremarkable, average in height and weight, medium-length hair of dull brown and brown eyes in an average face. He wears a chain shirt and has a longsword sheathed at his side. Two light hammers are stuck in his belt, and a heavy pick is strapped to the backpack on his back. The mojh has a pack at his feet and is carrying a greatsword in one hand, and a shimmering suit of armor formed of light encases his body. Even though you are closer, you can't understand the language that they're speaking in, though its clear from the gestures of the mojh that it is agitated.*
"I'm very sneaky, very stealthy, you wouldn't have found me if the mojhy-mojh couldn't see my magic, no you wouldn't, I will come with you," she says, and with that vanishes from view. Mochor, you feel a faint brush of something by your cheek, "I'm here," Lornae whispers in your ear, "Let's go."
*Moving quietly up the passage, leaving your light sources behind, you use the walls themselves to guide you around the sharp bend. As you draw closer to the source of the voices, you see a faint bluish glow, like the kind that Primat had. It is enough for both the litortian and the faen to see their quarry clearly.*
*Before them the passage opens up to a wide, paved court, all of the walls covered with the most elaborate carvings you've seen yet. The court is about fifty feet wide and rises to a dome almost fifty feet high. An enormous pair of stone doors fill the entire wall in front of you with the largest carvings yet. Above them, near the curve of the dome, is writing in a strange slanted form in a language that neither of you can read.*
*Before the doors is the steely-skinned mojh who is in intense conversation with a young woman and man. The woman shifts her weight on the balls of her feet and holds herself with tightly-controlled muscular strength. A scimitar is sheathed at her side, and a banded wooden sheild lies at her feet. She wears a studded leather jack and has a backpack on. Her brown hair is tied in a tight ponytail and her eyes are pale and intense.*
*The man is utterly unremarkable, average in height and weight, medium-length hair of dull brown and brown eyes in an average face. He wears a chain shirt and has a longsword sheathed at his side. Two light hammers are stuck in his belt, and a heavy pick is strapped to the backpack on his back. The mojh has a pack at his feet and is carrying a greatsword in one hand, and a shimmering suit of armor formed of light encases his body. Even though you are closer, you can't understand the language that they're speaking in, though its clear from the gestures of the mojh that it is agitated.*
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