Strife in Sokara - A solo game for Brother Shatterstone

[Jarval]

"If we can't unlock it, I say we break it open." Ged says firmly. "There may be some clue or item of power belonging to whoever has created the undead inside it, and if it belongs to an innocent, then I will renumerate them for any damaged incurred. But I ask you, what chance is there of an innocent living so close to the undead we've found?"

Hestia shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not much use for smashing things anyway, so you two decide."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

Brystasia looks towards the ground as if she expecting to find the answer there but no answer forms and she looks apologetically at her friends, “I’m sorry but I’m uncertain how to proceed… I’ve spent most of my life in the forest and the idea of personally possessions was never something I truly encountered in till I came here. The lesion wasn’t hard to learn but it was embarrassing and I feel much like Hestia does. It simply doesn’t feel right to me.”

Casting her turquoise blue eyes on Ged she looks and speaks seriously, “My friend, I honestly don’t know what to do but I know I would not find you at fault and I that I would support your decision if you felt strongly enough to forced chest open.”

 

[Jarval]

"I do." Ged replies simply, bringing his sword down on the lock. Three blows later, and with a metallic snap, it breaks, the needle flicking out to strike the blade of Ged's sword.

"Poisoned, no doubt." He says, swinging the sword once more to break off the needle. "I think we can safely say whatever traps were guarding this chest are disarmed."

Hestia gingerly picks up the needle, dropping it into a glass vial.

"If it is poisoned, then the chances are that the same poison will have been used on any other traps we might find. If I've got this, it'll be easier to figure out what poison it is, and how to treat it." She explains at Ged's questioning look.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

Having step out of the way of Ged sword blows Hestia had failed to see Brystasia’s curious look as she watched her pick up the poisoned needle. Stepping back in to look at the chest again Brystasia lightly touches the other women’s shoulder as she speaks lightly to her, “Good call, my dear.”

Standing over the chest she again gives it a look over, “Let me inspect it one more time just incase I was suppose to find that needle.”

OOC: Take another 20 and if nothing is found she says so and will open it herself or if it looks real heavy she will let Ged do it.

 

[Jarval]

After another careful inspection of the chest, Bryastasia has found nothing. She slowly opens it, then inspects its contents.

Inside are two sets of rust red robes, a set of fashionable clothes, two plain gold rings, a silver ring inset with a blue gem, a small leather-bound book, half-a-dozen quills, two vials of ink, an unpleasant-looking curved dagger, a small grey sack, and two vials of nearly opaque purple liquid.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

Nodding her heard at the unpleasant looking dagger Brystasia replies softly, “I don’t think we need to worry about compensating an innocent.” She slowly pulls out the rust colored robe, “Do either of you recognize if these are religious garb? I mean with two identical robes it’s probably a uniform of some sort…”

As she waits for their answer she inspects the book for any traps…

OOC: take a 20 on the book also. If nothing is found and no one object she will page through it.

 

[Jarval]

"I can't think of any order who wears robes that shade." Ged says thoughtfully. "Of course, I'm not all that well schooled on the dress of many of the heretical cults."

"The dagger's certainly off-putting..." Hestia adds as she kneels beside the chest. She murmurs a quiet prayer, and looks closely at the items in the chest, examining both the small grey sack and the two vials of purple liquid closely.

"These all have some small amount of magic in them." She says. "I wonder what they do?."

The book seems to carry no traps, and Bryastasia opens it. It's partially filled with pages of neat handwriting in a script that she doesn't recognise. The book's only two-thirds full, the remaining pages still unmarked.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

As Brystasia turns to Hestia with a serious and concerned look on her face she places a hand over the vials, “I don’t trust them they could be poisonous. I suggest we leave them be and behind for now.” As she takes the vials and places them softly back in the chest she gives the book to Hestia.

With a curious look at he friends she asks, “I know a few languages but I’m not familiar with this one. Does either of you two recognize it?”

 

[Jarval]

"It's not a language I recognise. Even the alphabet's all... odd. Then again, I only know dwarven..." Hestia says as she leafs through the book. Ged looks over her shoulder at the text, frowning slightly.

"It's a little familiar." He says. "There are similarities with the Celestial tongue, but there's something very wrong about many of the letters, and the whole structure. It could be some obscure variation, perhaps? Whatever it may be, I have no doubt we can find someone to translate it for us, if the need arises."

"Oh, by the way, it's not just those vials that are magical. The sack is too, although it seems like a very odd thing to enchant." Hestia says as she passes the grey bag to Brystasia.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

Standing back up Brystasia turns to Hestia with an impressed smile, “Maybe you can teach me so sometime?”

Brystasia turns back to Ged and listens equally impressed as he goes into detail, “Ged, that’s simply amazing and I we might indeed need to find someone to translate it…” She gives a perplexed look as she looks at the various items, “As I have no idea what to make of all of this? Surely no person free of evil would have a dagger of this nature but to assume that with no other proof would be a jump in logic that I’m unwilling to make.”

She gives a small pained look as she waves at the various items from the chest, “We have no proof of evil, nor of ownership, so what are we to do with these items?”