GlassEye
Adventurer
Aquos is easily cajoled deeper into the fortress though he continues to wax pedantic about the doors. "Yes, yes, of course I shall, Master Borric, since you and Master Sylvain insist! The reliefs show scenes of what one presumes is dwarven life at the time. Proper study would have to be made, of course, which could take a lifetime to fully understand the significance of the scenes. I find particularly interesting the curling tendrils at the edge of the central scene..."
The arrival at the site of the gate shuts off the flow of words from the tiefling as he gazes at the patterns inlaid in the floor. Zelena sees no indication that anyone has been here since they were last here and the room seems safe. Aquos paces around the room studying the pattern and muttering to himself.
"Regular markings, much like a scale on a map... A spiral dotted with indentations... The stone is different there and each indentation has a unique pattern surrounding it... Almost as if something could be set into it."
He hurries to the edge of the room and unceremoniously dumps the contents of his pack onto the floor. Gear and supplies for the pursuit of scholarly activities spills out everywhere and Aquos scoops up an empty journal and a narrow charcoal writing stick. He begins furiously making notes, snatches up a book flipping through it until he finds something of interest then goes back to scribbling. After long moments he scrambles through his stuff until he finds some sort of measuring device then begins taking measurements of each small section. He mutters to himself and looks like he could be quite a while before he finishes his examination.
Eventually he looks up at Borric, Sylvain, and Zelena. "My dear Zelena. Your theory of a programmable gate is intriguing. I'm not sure how such a thing would be accomplished but the possibility that you are correct exists. I have no certain evidence to uphold such a hypothesis, alas. If I were to speculate, I would say that differing artifacts could be placed in the indentations. Did you, perhaps, find bowls or crystals or some such in your investigation of the fortress? And you still have the bronze key that you found? When the time comes I would like to stand back and make observations of the effect of using the key."
The arrival at the site of the gate shuts off the flow of words from the tiefling as he gazes at the patterns inlaid in the floor. Zelena sees no indication that anyone has been here since they were last here and the room seems safe. Aquos paces around the room studying the pattern and muttering to himself.
"Regular markings, much like a scale on a map... A spiral dotted with indentations... The stone is different there and each indentation has a unique pattern surrounding it... Almost as if something could be set into it."
He hurries to the edge of the room and unceremoniously dumps the contents of his pack onto the floor. Gear and supplies for the pursuit of scholarly activities spills out everywhere and Aquos scoops up an empty journal and a narrow charcoal writing stick. He begins furiously making notes, snatches up a book flipping through it until he finds something of interest then goes back to scribbling. After long moments he scrambles through his stuff until he finds some sort of measuring device then begins taking measurements of each small section. He mutters to himself and looks like he could be quite a while before he finishes his examination.
Eventually he looks up at Borric, Sylvain, and Zelena. "My dear Zelena. Your theory of a programmable gate is intriguing. I'm not sure how such a thing would be accomplished but the possibility that you are correct exists. I have no certain evidence to uphold such a hypothesis, alas. If I were to speculate, I would say that differing artifacts could be placed in the indentations. Did you, perhaps, find bowls or crystals or some such in your investigation of the fortress? And you still have the bronze key that you found? When the time comes I would like to stand back and make observations of the effect of using the key."
