Labalyn's memorial

Started by Anastasia, February 17, 2020, 10:36:24 PM

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Anastasia

We'll start this one with a quick check: What's your Fort save?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Anastasia

You feel a shudder as you come through.

Hm?

You stand in in a clearing amid a mountain. Ahead of you is a stone crypt built into the mountainside, rather quiet on a glance. It's all made of the same stone and blends in quite well. A glance back shows you're vastly high up, the ground below hazy and mostly obscured by clouds beneath your current vantage point.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore frowns at that, as he waits to make sure his friends come through as well!


Anastasia

Kaja, Cresiel and then Jetina all come through safely. The latter dusts herself off and adds, "So we made it?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Did any of you feel anything as you came through, by any chance?" Moore asks.

Is there any magic or anything in the immediate vicinity? Spellcraft of 113, mostly an idle curiosity more than anything else.

Anastasia

"Yes," Cresiel says, as you analyze the magic around you. The entire area is saturated in magic to hide this place. Magic to stop divinations, magic to block teleportation save from that portal, magic to make any who chance here without permission to turn around and forget it was here, and to never come back.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Well that just invites a question of a DC 85 spellcraft to identify the caster of these spells which is probably not going to work but he's gonna try!

Anastasia

Nothing. Whatever made it wasn't a creature.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"That's about what I expected." Moore says as he proceeds towards the crypt. "Whoever created this place... and put the magic in place is beyond my ability to recognize."

Anastasia

"That's impressive," Kaja says, "Worrying too."

"We're here," Cresiel says, "That's enough." Cresiel falls in besides you, shield at the ready.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I have a feeling it was the Guardian, or perhaps the Incarnation themselves." Moore says as he proceeds. "Speaking of, I assume... mm... well, I don't know what to expect from this one, or what form it takes. I assume we will find out soon enough."

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Anastasia

You approach the crypt. There's but one door leading in on a glance. It's a heavy stone door, closed tight.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?