The Whispering Cairn (Team Diamond Lake) - IC

[sblock=ooc] Sorry for the delay. I've been trying to find my muse for the character. I can't seem to find it for the short story's end, but I'll post that soon (good stuff, too). I know where I'm going with it, but writing it down is killing me.
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Eldariel takes a good long look at the strange object, alongside Aria. He is impressed by her observations, and tries to see if he can glean anything more from it.
 

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[sblock=22!] Sweet! I'm familiar with the Vaati, I think, from a certain 2e module from when I first started playing D&D; if I'm right. Never did play through it, but I've heard of them from various D&D sources. I'm reading up on real world occult history, and I might argue that, if he recognizes the language he might remember the tidbit of history I remember. Like if I learned Greek I'd know about certain Greek myths, even if I couldn't quote the Illiad or read Greek myself.

Can I get what the name is, or do I need to speak Auran?[/sblock]

Eldariel looks at the glyph. Mmm, yes. It's familiar to me: the Vaati form of Auran. It would explain why this is a "whispering" Cairn: Auran is the language of Air elementals. There may be some here. I doubt it is spirits. I would like to see more, though. And I could be wrong: some old air-mage might have died down here, or some necromancer thought to use it as a lair and left servants behind. If the place hasn't been picked clean, we may have treasures to find!

Eldariel peers through the next doorway.
 

"Umm, its great that you two know so much about the symbols, but what does that get us?"

"What practical application can we use your knowledge?"
 

Knowledge means we won't be bumbling about totally unprepared. And we'll have a better idea of what to expect in terms of traps, warnings, or the creatures that could still be here. I expect we'll run into air elementals down here. Does that seem practical information to you?
 



Aria nods and looks up the north passage.

"Looks like this is the only way clear to go."

She fidgets uncomfortably, hoping someone else will take the lead, but unwilling to compound her cowardice by asking.
 

Vixtrin shifts her weight from the west wall and moves toward the front of the formation. "I'll go first, unless someone else wants to be trap fodder." Vixtrin's eyes flash blue, even in the dull light shed by the group's sunrod.
OOC: Move forward in a straight line 30' forward down north passageway. Readied action, spiked chain +3, 2d4+3 dmg --- if anything attacks, she'll swing back.
 

"Bah, you worry to much, this place has long been picked over, I'm sure there's no traps around here" Jules declares confidently, walking next to Vixtrin, his own weapons our though.

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I guess take 10 for Perception of 14 as he's sure that there's nothing around here ;) [/sblock]
 

"Cocky." Vixtrin winks and gives Jules her best cat-eyed smile in amusement at his nonchalance but shifts slightly in order to make room for the pair to walk the lead together down the passageway.
 

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