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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephis" data-source="post: 9050079" data-attributes="member: 20459">ARUNNY watches the fleet dance of the Blessed through the air of the shadowy cavern, in aid of the Scrivener, and she is astonished at what she witnesses. The molecules through which Qamra flies fall away, swept along by a tide of whispers, these motes of dust reflecting light from the Radiant Downdraft of the Maiden's Keyhole. They ebb and flow through the currents of her thoughts and observations. The Searing Voice, listening to their faint melody, feels a breeze of cool fingers turning her focus onto a specific current, the journey of a specific wave of radiant motes, their journey taking them to the razor-sharp rocks, the rocks' reflecting their light as the light reflects their dangerously sharp edges. Now the Seer sees. She points her finger at the abandoned firepit. "Look, Ibhea. Do you see the bubbling magma below? It's making such a cacophonous sound, is it not?" Without hesitation, Arunny steps forward and carefully unearths the inert crucible - cool to the touch - and lays the beshadowed dagger into it. Then she lifts her morningstar, bringing it down upon them, smashing both into shards of dust.[HR][/HR]Arunny uses her Primary Skill Perception check to find (and destroy) the cursed crucible (and dagger): r(13) + 15 = 28 vs. 16 Moderate DC. Success.</blockquote>