Grim
First Post
The room is large, maybe 15 by 10 feet. It is lit by two glowing orbs embedded in the walls, magical things that swirl with ribbons of color. There is a desk with an ornate box on it on the left as they enter. Behind it is a bed, clean and freshly made. In the far right corner there is a chest, locked and barred. Weapons of all kinds hang in racks on the right wall.
Anna immediately notices the finely crafted bow, and Lynx is drawn to a set of five ornate daggers.
Four of them have blades of filigreed bone, probably human, and have intricately carved black handles. The fifth is the exact opposite, a glossy black blade extending from a leather and bone handle carved to resemble a reptilian skull, the blade a sick sort of tongue. It sparkles with an inner flame.
The bard starts to open the ornate box, but Lynx quickly warns her to stop.
“These could be trapped. Let me detect magic first.”
He covers his eyes with his hands, drawing them back and across. When he looks again, there are faint glows radiating from the box, the chest, the bow, and the black-bladed daggar.
Meanwhile, Taana is having problems at the door. She can not see her enemy, but knows he is there.
“Come out, little pale man. Little squishy man! Taana want to kill you!”
Slade’s voice reaches into her mind, and suggests an idea to the easily coerced half orc.
”Taana… Taana. It would be so good of you to eliminate your friends. Then we could fight. Just you and me. If I died, you would get all the gold yourself. Do it Taana. Do it… for me.”
Taana thinks. More gold. Less elves. Fight stupid demon. GOOD PLAN!
She turns around and enters the room, closing the door behind her. No point in spreading the mess.
Lynx keeps looking at the auras. The box is surrounded with menacing red, and Lynx can just barely make out white auras glowing inside. The chest glows green, with smaller blue patches wafting from within it. The bow has a weak white aura, one that seems incomplete.
And the dagger. The dagger burns strongly with magic. The blade is a hungry, consuming black. It writhes with energy. This is an aura that Lynx remembers well.
He used it often in his old days. It was the energy that collected in shadow. It was the energy that came from dullness, the empty feelings of doom, and ultimately from death itself. It was an energy he used often to destroy from within those who radiated it most: his… victims. It was his favorite of the energy types: negative energy.
Lynx turns to speak with the rest of the party as to who this dagger should go to. As he does, he notices that Taana too is emanating magic. It is like a black snake coiled around her neck, choking her thoughts.
“Guys, I think we have a problem…”
Taana draws her greatsword, her eyes glaring, pupils full of violence.
To be continued…
Anna immediately notices the finely crafted bow, and Lynx is drawn to a set of five ornate daggers.
Four of them have blades of filigreed bone, probably human, and have intricately carved black handles. The fifth is the exact opposite, a glossy black blade extending from a leather and bone handle carved to resemble a reptilian skull, the blade a sick sort of tongue. It sparkles with an inner flame.
The bard starts to open the ornate box, but Lynx quickly warns her to stop.
“These could be trapped. Let me detect magic first.”
He covers his eyes with his hands, drawing them back and across. When he looks again, there are faint glows radiating from the box, the chest, the bow, and the black-bladed daggar.
Meanwhile, Taana is having problems at the door. She can not see her enemy, but knows he is there.
“Come out, little pale man. Little squishy man! Taana want to kill you!”
Slade’s voice reaches into her mind, and suggests an idea to the easily coerced half orc.
”Taana… Taana. It would be so good of you to eliminate your friends. Then we could fight. Just you and me. If I died, you would get all the gold yourself. Do it Taana. Do it… for me.”
Taana thinks. More gold. Less elves. Fight stupid demon. GOOD PLAN!
She turns around and enters the room, closing the door behind her. No point in spreading the mess.
Lynx keeps looking at the auras. The box is surrounded with menacing red, and Lynx can just barely make out white auras glowing inside. The chest glows green, with smaller blue patches wafting from within it. The bow has a weak white aura, one that seems incomplete.
And the dagger. The dagger burns strongly with magic. The blade is a hungry, consuming black. It writhes with energy. This is an aura that Lynx remembers well.
He used it often in his old days. It was the energy that collected in shadow. It was the energy that came from dullness, the empty feelings of doom, and ultimately from death itself. It was an energy he used often to destroy from within those who radiated it most: his… victims. It was his favorite of the energy types: negative energy.
Lynx turns to speak with the rest of the party as to who this dagger should go to. As he does, he notices that Taana too is emanating magic. It is like a black snake coiled around her neck, choking her thoughts.
“Guys, I think we have a problem…”
Taana draws her greatsword, her eyes glaring, pupils full of violence.
To be continued…
