[AU] Stone Bones


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*Further delving into the akashic memory reveals that the Twilight Chamber has always been the home of these terrible creatures, both the vrex swarm and the hideous bat-creatures, the cloakers. The cloakers lord over the chamber, killing the curious that come into it, attacking their lights. The chamber is said to be haunted by all those that have died in it, and more than one death can not be laid at the cloakers' feet, such as they are.*

*Because you were following the yellow veins of rock, and the next color to follow is green, it might be a bit difficult to find the right passage to take. However, judging from the direction the greyfolk were taking, you narrow it down to about three. One of them provides complete cover from the chamber through a bend in the rock, enough so that you can raise your lights again.*

*You all breathe a sigh of relief as you see the green rock walls around you, and settle down to rest. Behind you, you can hear the very faint scrabbling of the remaining vrex (mouth-rats), and the occasional haunted moan. The place seems oddly cold.*
 

dak

*Indacalis the Rock is exhausted. Mentally, physically, spiritually, he is at his limit. He turns limps around in a tight circle two or three times before collapsing onto the floor. He folds his legs under him in a characteristic sibbecai crouch, and closes his eyes, reaching for his pouch. He pulls a pinch of powedred iron out, sifting it from his thin fingers into the palm of his other hand. He smudges a bit of the powder on his forhead, a bit on each cheek, a bit on his tounge. The rest he sprinkels on the ground in front of him. Anyone looking sees him mouthing the words "thank you" over and over as he rocks gently back and forth. His rocking eventually slows and he becomes quite still, but not ridged. His eyes remain shut and his tounge hangs from his mouth in an idiot pant. After an hour, he collapses into a heap and falls into a deep, deep sleep.*

[ooc: Dak swaps out spells before he rests. I'll post to reflect the changes in the Rogue's Gallery when I can; mean time, you'll have to trust me.]
 

*Atlas finishes healing himself with the bracers. Then rest to recover his vitality, both fatigue and con.* Upon the morrow he asks "I can use the items I was given to contact the dead. Or we can simply follow the green. What does everyone say now that we have options?"


OOC:How many charges is Atlas down on the bracers?
 



Wil

Atlas said:
"I assume there is more, if not why were we following them? We knew to follow the rainbow already." Atlas responds to Kelthet.
"I think we should use the statue and talk to the greyfolk."

sigh. We came across these items for a reason. Use it already, Atlas.
 

"Well, the akashic memory didn't tell me anything too terribly useful about this room," Leesea says.

"I agree that we should try to speak with the grayfolk. Remember that they were sent to find us, just as we were sent on this quest. I feel that meeting with the rest of their people might be critical to the success of this endeavor."
 


*Kelthet shrugs.* "Then let us do it, and be done with it." *He stills seems somewhat uncomfortable with the idea, and makes himself noticably busy with patrolling the area, feeding his snail, checking his witchbag, and the like.*
 

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