Whirtlestaff's Wizards' Academy Reprise, IC03

"Now that you're done, let's get this stuff packed away. Fran's right, we need to get a move on before anything else shows up." They pack up they newfound loot and move on.
 

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Tylara

Tylara examines the hearts with a certain gory fascination, curious as to their origins.

OOC: Knowledge nature check to determine species.
 

Cappie hands back the alabaster boxes with a thought in his eyes. He prepares to leave with the others , but he will let the thought continue to mull in his mind.

EDIT:
Cappizzio is thinking on the application of these items as a form of material component or such as that.
 
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Tylara examines the hearts with a certain gory fascination, curious as to their origins.

OOC: Knowledge nature check to determine species.
With horror, Tylara realizes these are elven hearts.
Cappie hands back the alabaster boxes with a thought in his eyes. He prepares to leave with the others , but he will let the thought continue to mull in his mind.

EDIT: Cappizzio is thinking on the application of these items as a form of material component or such as that.
It could be done, Cappizzio supposes, but the funerary connotations of the alabaster boxes, whose contents are creatures' hearts threaten to lead Cappizzio down a very nasty, necromantic path that he is not certain that he wishes to tread. Suffice to say, it's somethin' BADDDD.
 
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in a voice that is barely above a whisper, and while he is moving as fast as a snail due to the spider poison's weakness effect, Cappy says, " I think we need to bury the contents of these boxes as soon as possible, of give them a funeral pyer. Their use in magicc is most disturbing."
 

Tylara

The elf's already pale face fades to near translucence as the horror of what she is holding dawns. She sets her jaw with grim determination and says, "Those are Elven hearts and they will be treated with proper reverence. No filthy necromantic rites will befall them." The temperature seems to drop in the air around her as chilling thoughts of what she will do to the perpetrators of such an atrocity if she finds them course through her imagination.
 

Though no thoughts of using the hearts for any thing at all come to mind, Cappizzio still shudders at her words, or maybe it was from the tangable chill . . ?
 



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