Strife in Sokara - A solo game for Brother Shatterstone

[Jarval]

"It's possible, although I have trouble thinking just what would require this kind of security." Ged replies as Brystasia searches the door. "This would look more in place as the front door to a moneylender's house than in a basement."

"Of course, given how clean this place is, it's pretty hard to tell how long this door has been here. It could be that it wasn't a original part of the theater." Hestia nods towards the brooms.

Having completed her painstaking search, Brystasia has found no sign of anything untoward on or around the door. Ged steps forwards, taking hold of the latch, and trying to push the door open. There's a booming explosion from the door as a glyph glows brightly, and Ged is flung backward. He lands heavily on the floor, groaning in pain, his skin ruptured in several places.

"GED!" Hestia rushes over to his side, again invoking Morwyn's prayer of healing. Divine light closes most of Ged's wounds, leaving new pink skin in it's wake.

"I think the door's locked..." Ged mutters, putting a hand to one of his ears. The fingertips come away covered in blood. "That was loud..."


(OoC: Ged takes 8 damage from the trapped door, of which Hestia heals 7.)

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

As Brystasia joins Hestia as she screams Ged name she quickly forgets the door as she rushes to his side. Falling hard on her knees she quickly and frantically starts to beg for forgiveness , “Ged! Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you I honestly just didn’t find anything!”

Reaching down with her lips she lightly kisses him on the forehead, “Please forgive me.” As she waits for his replies her eyes turn to Hestia looking for both sympathy and forgiveness.

 

[Jarval]

"I'll be alright." Ged reassures Hestia and Bryastasia, although he still sounds rather groggy. "And there's nothing to forgive. It was a cunningly placed trap, and I doubt anyone other than a mage could have found it."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Hestia asks with concern, placing a hand on Ged's chest to stop him from standing. "Give yourself a moment before throwing yourself back into action, for me if not for yourself." Ged grumbles in annoyance at Hestia's fussing, but stops trying to get back to his feet.

"Good." Hestia takes a few steps back from Ged, tugging Bryastasia along with her by the sleeve of her robe.

"What shall we do now?" She asks quietly. "Will the trap have gone now, or do we still need to avoid the door." Any fear that had been in her voice has now vanished, replaced with only determination. She looks ready to tear the door down herself, if it would let her get her hands on whoever set the trap.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia gives Ged a reassuring smile of agreement as Hestia fusses over and is on the verge of saying something when Hestia tugs her off to the corner.

Blushing slightly at how easy Hestia dragged her away Brystasia turns serious as she looks back at the door, “Like Ged said no one beside a mage could be sure if the trap is gone. I hate the idea as much as you do but maybe we’ve gone as far as we can, or that we have gone as far as we should. We can either turn back taking the time to find a mage to help us…” pointing towards Hestia and then back at herself she continues, “or one of us can try to open the door.”

She flashes a small reassuring smile as continues, “With your healing and the number of undead around your far to valuable for this. My faith is strong and I’m sure if ward is still in effect than I shall be little worse off than Ged was. Obviously, if ward still there when I touch it we’ll have to find help as it’s simply not going to go away and if not then we can continue on hoping that there is no more such wards. What do you think? Do you know a mage who would help us?”

OOC: Brystasia leaning more to going to find help though she’s not really a coward but is rather just cautious.

 

[Jarval]

"No no no, I wasn't suggesting you should try to open the door." Hestia says quickly. "I don't want you getting yourself hurt too.

"I'd hate to give up now, but you may be... hold on... why didn't I think of that earlier? Idiot!" She chastises herself angrily. "I can look at the door with Morwyn's sight, like I did with the vials we found earlier. Why didn't I thin of this sooner? I should have checked the door, and Ged wouldn't have got hurt." She looks unhappy at this line of thought, but moves to stand in front of the door. She prays briefly, then stares intently at the door.

"What's she doing?" Ged asks Brystasia, having got back to his feet while Hestia's attention was elsewhere. His voice is louder than normal as he speaks, although he seems unaware of this fact.

"There are still faint traces of magic on the door, but I think that's just the residue of whatever spell was used to ward this door." Hestia says. "There's another aura coming from behind the door as well. It's the color of necromancy." She looks away quickly, ending the spell.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia gives Hestia a stern but reassuring smile as she addressing her quietly, “I will not allow you to blame yourself, and you’re still new to you powers and known of us thought twice about the door. It was a lesson for all of us, okay?"

Hoping to distract Hestia from her guilty feelings she points to Ged with a huge grin on her face, “Besides your man is escaping.”

Brystasia with an amused look waits for the two to react to each other...

OOC: You can have us pop the door if they both agree that Ged is aright and it's apparent that he not to worse for wear.

 

[Jarval]

"Ah, yes, I'm making a bid for freedom." Ged jokes. "In truth, the floor had started to get a little uncomfortable. But don't worry, I'm fine." He adds quickly as Hestia moves to examine him.

"If you're sure you're OK..." Hestia smiles, letting Ged shoo her away. "And no fair, making a run for it while I was looking at the door." She winks to Brystasia, obviously cheered by her and Ged's words.

"So, lets give this door another go." Ged gingerly takes hold of the latch, and puts his shoulder to the door. After a moment of effort, he relents. "Locked. Only to be expected, given the lengths someone has gone to in guarding this door."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia realizes quickly that that their chance to cleans the theater without get more help was official. Signing, frowning and sounding disappointed she replies, “I guess that’s would be that. We simply most seek out help now. Should we go back to the Lyceum and show the fairest sister what we have found and witnessed and ask her opinion on how to proceed?”

Not really wanting to give up Brystasia scans the room one more time for any thing they had missed the first time as she waits for there suggestions...

 

[Jarval]

Ged puts his shoulder to the door, and tries his strength against the lock, but gives up after three attempts. Bryastasia glances around the room once more while he does this, but finds nothing of use. Other than the two small piles of ash and bone and the brooms, the cellar is empty.

"Well, whoever did this certainly knew how to make a good door." He says bitterly, scowling at it. "You're right, Bryastasia, we need a locksmith or a battering ram before we'll get into here. We'll take the book back to the healing hall, and perhaps someone there can translate it for us."

"And we'd better let the Mormekarinites know what we've found here. I'm sure they'll be interested." Hestia says. "Plus, we can let them dispose of the body upstairs."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Giving a reassuring smile Brystasia lightly touches Ged’s shoulder, “It’s meant to be this way, and all we can hope is that it’s for the better. The tarp in the door might not be the only one of its type on the other side.”

Turning to Hestia Brystasia replies happily, “Indeed that sounds like a great idea. I don’t know the city that well so you two will have to lead once we hit we leave the theater.”

Once everyone is in agreement Brystasia leads then quietly from up the stairs and out the main door.