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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 2876001" data-attributes="member: 11146">"он видит, как язычники входят во святилище его, о котором Ты заповедал, чтобы они не вступали в темный Твое.  Язычник, бойтесь вашей души."Lyssa, Zarra, and Prixo spend a minute to look up and gaze at the arched lintel over the black malachite Lower Bar.  Though the inscription seems to be deeply chiseled in bold lettering in archaic Undercommon, neither Lyssa, Zarra, nor Prixo makes out what the runes mean.  Zarra comes closest, finding the root of the Undercommon for "soul" in the lettering.Zarra, casting detect magic that she might have a better feel for what powers of enchantment lie over the gate, finds two auras lie in a dark pall over the Bar.  One moderate aura emanates from the inscription in the lintel, the other aura is strong and emanates from a relatively small black iron lockbox inset into the righthand (near the bottom, within reach of someone standing on foot) gate.  Zarra's lack of trained ranks in Spellcraft prevent her from knowing more about the auras.Eydis, I'm not seeing Spellcraft on Zarra's skill list.  Let me know if I've overlooked it.Despite her attempt to conceal her spellcasting, K'yorl, Blite, and Hael notice Zarra casting her spell.  K'yorl recognizes it as detect magic.Lyssa flutters out front of the entourage with Zarra, Ardyth, K'yorl, Prixo, Alex, Hael, and Blite in tow.  Butting to the head of the queue and menacingly pointing the tip of her blue-aura'd longsword with meaning in the direction of the guardsman taking papers beside the closed iron door, Lyssa lifts her chin and in loud disdainful tones decries, "K'yorl, Matron of House Vrinn of Maermidyra and Handmaid to the Dark Mother wishes to pass the Bar with her entourage.  My mistress has no patience for niceties and is prone to reducing her lessers to smoking piles of ash.  Should you decide you do not wish to spend the rest of your career scrubbing the backsides of svirfneblin slaves in the baths above, you will make way."  From the back of the entourage, Blite draws himself up to his full height just as both Alex and Prixo ready their weapons in mute threat.Loud as Lyssa's declaration is, an iron-shod window slides back with sudden force from inside the iron door.  A moment later, the entire iron door opens with an audible click and a male drow steps out.  The drow's garb and black-and-red-striped flaring armament delineate him as an officer of the Szith Morcane guard.  With eyes that glitter keenly in K'yorl's direction, the officer abruptly shoves past his lesser and bows before the party.  "Captain Maerstith Morcane at your service, Matron Vrinn.  The Council is sorry for your absence and bids you safe passage on your journey to Calimshan.  Naturally, you needn't wait for mere paperwork...simply sign the Ledger of Houses and my guard will conduct you safely through the throng at the Bar.  'Twould be a pity if your robes were tattered by the crowd."  Captain Morcane, despite his diplomatic tone, levels a deadly and interested gaze at K'yorl, recognition writ plain on his face.  Producing a leather-bound tome, Captain Morcane indicates he would have K'yorl enter through the iron door to sign his ledger...alone.  Thoroughly intimidated, the lesser guardsman clearly shrinks away from both K'yorl, Lyssa, and the drow Captain.</blockquote>

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