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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 442706" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #196] Maternity Ward[/PLAIN]"Looks like a chance for a disguise!" Finian grinned as he held up on of the robes."Yes! We should definitely check these robes out," Draelond said excitedly. He stepped forward and felt the voluminous sleeve of the robe that Finian was holding up for them all to see. "If they seem to check out okay, we should wear them to conceal our identities as we pass into the misty area!""No," Kirnoth countered. "This HAS to be a trap! I really don't think we should try on those robes. It seems to obvious!"Draelond scowled. "If there's something going on on the other side we may be able to pass undetected," he pointed out, but Kirnoth still shook his head."Trap," he stated flatly."Okay," Ledare interceded, holding up her hands. "Let's let Draelond try on one of the robes first. If he seems like nothing more than Draelond in a robe with a pointy hood, then I agree that we should all put one on and proceed through the portal."Draelond nodded and took the robe from Finian. It felt greasy in his hands. "Kirnoth, could you detect if this has magic associated with it?" the man asked, holding the vestment out to the elf."I can, but that will leave me with only two of my most minor spells remaining," the mage told him as his left hand moved into the starting symbol for Divination. "I still want to do it, mind you. And if Ruze can detect evil, we should do that too."While Kirnoth muttered the incantation for Detect Magic, the Battleguard shook his head, his ponytail wagging in the air behind him. "Not today, I can't," the cleric admitted. "I've all but used up my allotment of divine grace for the day. Detecting Evil is beyond me for now.""Yaaa!" Kirnoth gasped, shielding his eyes from the mist filled archway. It flared with Evocation magic. He blinked and squinted. Beside it, the dweomored robes looked very pale indeed, but they radiated Abjuration magic. The statues of the mendicants weren't magical at all. "The robes have some sort of protection magic on them," he explained to the others. "The archway is tapping into some powerful energy. That would be consistent with a portal of some kind.""Protection magic?" Draelond muttered, looking at the robe skeptically.Kirnoth blinked again and the silvery glow left his eyes as he allowed the spell to dissipate. "Of the eight schools of magic, I would be least afraid of Abjuration spells," the elf said. "Spells of that school are principally defensive in nature.""The choice is yours," Ledare told Draelond and the man nodded.The robes were cut long. The hem nearly dragged on the floor with Draelond wearing it and the material pooled around the others' feet. The sleeves too were long and wide, completely hiding the wearer's hands. The conical hood completely masked the identity of whoever was wearing it. The vestment, likewise concealed the bulges of armor and weapons such that only Draelond's huge sword, Ledare's shield and Finian and Kirnoth's bows gave them away.One by one, they stepped through the mist, feeling a cold tug at their guts as they passed, but suffering no injuries and appearing in a room that was the mirror of the one they had just left. The dark hexagonal chamber was only dimly illuminated by the green portal. Six familiar statues stood in the corners, this time with arms outstretched as if to strangle passers-by. Directly across from the portal was an archway leading to a flight of stairs leading to a flight of stairs that descended to a dark chamber. The air smelled rank - stale and filled with the lingering stench of decay and mold.Ruze grunted and held his stomach. "Unhallowed," he cursed through gritted teeth. "This whole place is dedicated to the powers of Chaos and Evil."They heard a door open in the room below and the frantic sounds of chanting and the discordant piping of some sort of reed instrument spilled out from beyond. Just before the door closed again, they heard the laborious scream of a woman echoing outward.Without hesitation, the group moved forward and were halfway down the wide black stairs before they could make out the chamber below. At the bottom of the stairs, a lonely black brazier glowing with a greenish flame illuminated a small vestibule. Long green and brown robes hung on either side of the small room with piles of clothing arrayed on the floor beneath them. Across from the stairs was a set of heavy doors, beyond which came the muted sounds of chanting and the airy call of woodwind instruments.A fair-haired woman with her naked back to the group was donning one of the robes. Her head shifted in a curious manner as she began to turn toward the stairs.</blockquote>

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