Crystal escort

[Anastasia]

Instead, Moore is taken within. Within the the fortress, to a room of free growing crystals. A rainbow of colors here, bright and with a light from within that reflects and refracts all about. You are simply lead here, along with but a single word: "Wait."

[Nephrite]

Moore dutifully does as he's asked!

[Anastasia]

You wait.

The colors of the crystals are an ever moving thing, ever changing. A beautiful rainbow of them.

Perception real quick.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 67.

Take 10 for 95 on K:P to identify the crystals if they're special.

If It'd be something under K: geology or whatever that one is it's be 10 for 75.

[Anastasia]

The crystals aren't special, merely beautiful.

You notice the light is a long but repeating pattern of colors. It isn't random, but instead repeating over about 70 seconds or so a loop.

[Nephrite]

He's not much of a color-ologist, but maybe there's some significance to the color pattern? Or maybe it's just a language that's spoken in colors, as opposed to words...?

[Anastasia]

Give me an Intelligence check in that case, you earned one.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+25 : 12 + 25, total 37[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

It's patterned like a language. It feels like one to your senses as you study it more and more. Some sort of color-words?

[Nephrite]

For whatever it's worth, Moore does have Polyglot!

All he can do is continue the study... if it's a language, it's probably unique to Mineral. Maybe if he compares it to the languages he knows...

[Anastasia]

I'm aware and that does help.

You're studying it, working on it intensely when, "You understand." A soft voice beyond him, not projecting at all.

[Nephrite]

Moore is pulled from his study by the voice. He turns to greet and address whomever it is!

[Anastasia]

It's a younger man, no older than 18, if that. A teenager, soft voiced and mild. He looks plain, except for hair and eyes of woven crystal, glimmering in the air.

In that moment you feel it, the presence of the divine, an overwhelming sensation. Crystalle stands before you.

[Nephrite]

"I barely recognized you from last time, Lord Crystalle." Moore says, offering a deep bow.

[Anastasia]

"There is war," Crystalle goes on, "The stones sing of it and the gemstones lament it. How fares your own efforts?"