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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2978849" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #350] The Silent Scream[/PLAIN]"It's an alarm!" Huzair said, shouting to be heard over the screaming. "Time to buff, Morier!" Ayremac fumbled in his belt for his handkerchief and made to stuff it down the severed head's throat, but Ravaged was suddenly between him and the thing. He looked angrily up at Morier and the albino shook his head and then nodded toward Shamalin.The priestess was already chanting the words to some spell. She gestured at the pitiable thing on the table and the room was suddenly blanketed in magical Silence. As soon as it was quiet, Karak raised his waraxe and then brought it down, crushing the head into a disturbing, pulpy mess.Ayremac looked at his handkerchief and then put it away.They all backed out of the room then, except for Huzair. The mage activated his Ring of Blinking and studied the group's surroundings in the Ethereal Plane. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary to be seen there - no incorporeal assailants were approaching that he could see. The area beyond the mist-filled archway was oddly twisted and stretched, leading off into the ether for what seemed to him like a very long way. He'd never seen such an effect from his current perspective, but he possessed enough knowledge of arcana to recognize it for what it was: a portal.He deactivated the Ring and joined the others in the outer room."-around the room," he heard Morier say as he breeched the radius of the Silence spell."What about that portal?" Karak asked. "Should we nae see where it leads?" Morier shook his head."I don't think we should try to go anywhere using the portal until we've checked out this entire place first," the albino said, cocking his head toward the corridor. "It might be good to remember this room though, in case we need to make a hasty departure after we get our hands on the keys." he paused for a moment and sighed, adding, "If we get our hands on the keys.""Oh, so it's 'if' now? Great," Huzair snorted and produced a cigar from some hidden pocket. Morier glared at him."It's always been 'if', Huzair," the eldritch warrior corrected. "There's no guarantee that we'll succeed here or even survive the attempt. The only thing certain is that we have to try.""Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine," Huzair grinned, smoke leaking from between his clenched teeth.Huzair stood on the perimeter of the Silence effect and cast Detect Magic, studying the room and pointing out the few items of interest within. The mangled thing on the workbench in the center of the room retained a lingering aura of Necromantic magic. Three vials contained potions (two with a Conjuration aura and one bearing Transmutation) but none of the group was able to determine what they were exactly. The rest of the room was filled with various powders and unguents and all the material components that a wizard needed to cast just about any spell that struck his fancy.Looking at the portal struck Huzair momentarily blind and broke his concentration so that he lost the Detect Magic spell and fell backward clutching his head in pain. It radiated epic-level Conjuration magic and felt a bit like staring directly into the sun.</blockquote>

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