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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6746009" data-attributes="member: 11146">Fulgrim spent a hair's breath over ten minutes casting detect magic in a ritualistic way.&nbsp; He muttered to himself as he worked the spell, his fingers weaving an arc of white sparks in the open air as the ritual built.&nbsp; When he was done casting, Fulgrim stood up straight and had a keen look around at his surroundings.&nbsp; He'd cast in the hallway, just to be safe.&nbsp; The ritual had definitely worked; Fulgrim spotted necromancy magic in the gold ring born by Roscoe.&nbsp; The neatly coiled 100' length of rope carried by Spec glowed, too--though with transmutation magic, not necromancy.&nbsp; The bag of holding gave off a faint aura of magic, also transmutation.&nbsp; The small vial of clear blue liquid that smelled of almonds in Colden's possession gave off an aura of evocation.&nbsp; The small vial of opaque orange liquid that smelled of fragrant spices gave off an aura of necromancy.&nbsp; And--what was that?&nbsp; Fulgrim spotted the glow of something magical, something very small, inside the bag of holding.&nbsp; At the bottom of the bag.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it gave off a faint aura of transmutation.&nbsp; When Fulgrim at last turned his attention to the door, he noted first that the rime of frost on the handle was gone.&nbsp; Nothing on the door glowed with magic.&nbsp; He turned and examined the short corridor and hallway leading from the room to the door, but found no aura of magic from the walls, floor, or ceiling in the narrow passageway.&nbsp; None in the room, either.&nbsp; The only magic to be seen was on the persons of the party.[gm]KoK(2d)[/gm]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6746009, member: 11146"] Fulgrim spent a hair's breath over ten minutes casting [I]detect magic[/I] in a ritualistic way. He muttered to himself as he worked the spell, his fingers weaving an arc of white sparks in the open air as the ritual built. When he was done casting, Fulgrim stood up straight and had a keen look around at his surroundings. He'd cast in the hallway, just to be safe. The ritual had definitely worked; Fulgrim spotted necromancy magic in the gold ring born by Roscoe. The neatly coiled 100' length of rope carried by Spec glowed, too--though with transmutation magic, not necromancy. The bag of holding gave off a faint aura of magic, also transmutation. The small vial of clear blue liquid that smelled of almonds in Colden's possession gave off an aura of evocation. The small vial of opaque orange liquid that smelled of fragrant spices gave off an aura of necromancy. And--what was that? Fulgrim spotted the glow of something magical, something very small, inside the bag of holding. At the bottom of the bag. Whatever it was, it gave off a faint aura of transmutation. When Fulgrim at last turned his attention to the door, he noted first that the rime of frost on the handle was gone. Nothing on the door glowed with magic. He turned and examined the short corridor and hallway leading from the room to the door, but found no aura of magic from the walls, floor, or ceiling in the narrow passageway. None in the room, either. The only magic to be seen was on the persons of the party. [gm]KoK(2d)[/gm] [/QUOTE]

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