Planescape 3.5e - Cold Black Mask

With all the others engrossed in conversation, István is content to remain quiet and simply listen; an arrangement with which he is quite familiar and much more comfortable. Truth be be told, the whisper-gnome felt as if he'd spoken more in the past few hours than he had in the previous fortnight. The restless wayfarer goes about his task of securing the room by examining the window; seeing whether there is an exterior sill, how high off the ground it is on the outside and whether the exterior wall would provide sufficient hand & foot holds for a burglar to climb. Once he's finished his examination, István closes and bars the shutters and carefully places a handful of silver coins and iron nails along the bottom edge of the window; a ward against evil spirits among his people.
 

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Inspecting the wall just below the window, the ever-wary gnome notes with some dismay the numorous cracks that could serve as handholds. A sprawl of the dry, black ivy he had seen elsewhere could also provide handholds for determined infiltrators.

The good news was that, with the shutters shut and secured, it would be hard for anyone outside to exert enough leverage to break through and enter the room.

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The Hive Ward was the blackest part of Sigil figuratively and literally; even though both Anthony and Lilly could see perfectly in pitch darkness -- a legacy of their very different ancestors -- the steadily-thickening nighttime mists served to obscure the way ahead. Still, the aasimar tout knew his path by heart. A body didn't need sight to tell him when he had entered the Hive Ward; it was the stench of death and still water coming from the Boneyard Pond; the sucking, muddy, unpaved ground pulling against your boots; the unintelligible ranting of bubbers lying in the streets and the short, wet screams of the poor sods who met their ends in dead-end alleys.

Anthony knew better than to linger in any one spot for long, and Lilly -- who had apparently taken his admonishment to "stay close" to heart -- was practically treading on his heels, nervously peering this way and that. Odds were, the Sensate was seriously re-considering her decision to accompany him in the first place.

A scattering of impromptu bonfires marked the boundary to the Marble District, home to the ward's high-ups -- which, here in the Hive, meant that the cases were (relatively) large and (generally) free of leaky roofs and cranium rat infestations.

The house of Dinah Harin was a squat, razorvine-covered building that served both as a residence and a place of business for herself and her small network of touts and runners. As the two plane-touched entered, Kalel, the grizzled old bariaur who set himself up as something like Dinah's bodyguard, greeted them inside.

"Dinah's in the her quarters," the bariaur grunted, straight-to-business as usual. He then gave a slight grin. "You taking care of yourself, Anthony?"
 

"Then it is settled," says Heinrich, "We will rest the night and then tomorrow seek alternate means of passage back to our homes. I believe it would be best if we thought of this as hostile territory, and posted watches. I will stand the first."
 


Anthony inclines his head to the old Bariaur and gives him his usual irreverent smile. "You know me." He heads up to Dinah's quarters, leading Lilly behind him and knocks on the door. "It's me. Sorry I'm late."
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Just a few minutes ago," Pierce says with a curious tilt of her head. "Didn't you all hear it too?"
István merely nods in response at the odd bladed woman while making a quick and discreet warding gesture with his right hand. To his friend Hagen the gnome says "I believe the mask has overlooked you with the evil eye. We should sunder it now and have our popa drive its curse from you. It is mokkadi, the tool of the devils and no good can come of it."

The wayfarer accepts the priest's offer with a nod in his direction. "Parika tut popa. And I shall keep watch the rest of the night; I sleep little."
 
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István Angushtri said:
We should sunder it now and have our popa drive its curse from you.


"I don't think so," Hagen all but cut in, a sudden edge to his voice. He looked around the room. "What if we're unable to find another means back to Marsember? We'd be stranding ourselves by destroying this mask!

"István, you may be right," the older man continued, his tone now more gentle, "and this thing may be exerting some kind of dark influence over me. But I don't think that we can justify destroying what is possibly our only way home just because I've uttered a few cryptic words!"

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The door opened, and Dinah emerged, greeting Anthony with a quick embrace. She looked more haggard than the last time he saw her; dark circles under her eyes hinted at sleepless nights.
"Tony, it's good to see you again. Come on in; your friend, too."
Once inside her modestly-furnished room, Dinah shut the door behind them.

"So," she began a bit awkwardly. "How's the Cage treating you, Tony? Chant on the street's that you're turning into a bit of a planewalker." Dinah gave him a quick teasing smile; a flicker of her usual, cheery self. The aasimar could tell that she wanted to say something, but was hesitant in the presence of his tiefling companion.
 

"Planewalker?" Anthony asks with subdued incredulity, and obvious amusement. "Heh, Planewalkers usually mean to go through a portal. I've been peachy though." He glances quickly from Dinah to Lilly. "Oi Lilly, you look 'ungry. You could go and see if Kalel can help you scrounge somethin' up. Don' worry, Dinah's real good about keepin' vermin out o' her case."
 

István shakes his head disapprovingly as he turns and walks back to peek through the shuttered window. "No good can come of it."
 

"I don't think so," Hagen all but cut in, a sudden edge to his voice. He looked around the room. "What if we're unable to find another means back to Marsember? We'd be stranding ourselves by destroying this mask!

"István, you may be right," the older man continued, his tone now more gentle, "and this thing may be exerting some kind of dark influence over me. But I don't think that we can justify destroying what is possibly our only way home just because I've uttered a few cryptic words!"

Sindr frowns, then softly chants the words to a spell.[sblock=in Draconic]"Great Ones, guide my eyes to visions of your glory."[/sblock]His eyes take on a soft blue glow and he focuses his gaze on the black mask, attempting to glean any knowledge from it he can - Hagen's reaction is troublesome, but his words ring true all the same.
[sblock=OOC]Detect Magic. Sindr will concentrate on the mask long enough to determine whether it is indeed magical, and attempt to figure out what school(s) of magic were used in its creation (Spellcraft +12). He'll also sweep the room for other unexpected magical auras and concentrate on them as well.

Oh, and now that I think of it, he'll stick his head out the window and see if he can find an illusion aura about the size of a raven.... :p[/sblock]
 

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