Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

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[Anastasia]

Nice.

You walk.

Amid cries. Amid splashes of fluids dodged and best not thought about.

Past cells, so many cells, going on and on and on and on and on.

Once cell you pass. A pale green hand reaches out and waves a white feather, back and forth and frantically.

[Nephrite]

"Peace." Moore says, as he turns and stoops in front of the door. "You have my attention."

[Anastasia]

Amid all the cries and all the leers, a voice whispers, "H...help. I...I don't remember, but I'm not supposed to be here."

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 80 on Sense Motive, do I depict any dishonestly here?

"Do you remember anything at all?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

Yes. A skilled liar to be sure, but you can detect the ring of falseness in its words.

"Just that I'm not supposed to be here." Is the answer, pleading. A pleading lie.

Cresiel stares ahead into the cell. "Begone with you, you speak with a tongue of a serpent."

"Ignore him, Moore," Sylvie thirds, "It's the voice of a liar, you are one of hers." Her voice is cold, disdainful. "Nothing but lies come from this, lies that seek to become true. There's nothing fruitful here, be it to slay it or to free it. Let it rot."

> roll 1d20+56
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 74 > [d20=18]

Cresiel sense motive.

> roll 1d20+72
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 88 > [d20=16]

Sylvie's check, same as Cresiel's.

[Nephrite]

"Know that should you decide to change your ways, you may pray to me and I will find a way to bring you hope." Moore says as he turns to continue on.

If needed.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

"You know a lot," Xandra remarks, "I understand being cryp-"

A quiet shake of her head as Xandra speaks, before Sylvie gently interjects, "Details can be later. It's best not to go into details where ears here will hear. There's a good reason I spoke indirectly."

[Nephrite]

"Once we find the warden I imagine we can have more answers. We still need to find Kaja- come, let's not tarry." He says as he continues on.

[Anastasia]

You begin to go forward.

Cell after cell after cell.

So many cells.

They seem to go on forever.

Long minutes pass, longer and longer and longer.

At last you come to an end - stairs going down, as you endure the cries of the inmates in this place.

[Nephrite]

Is this the evil floor?

Moore proceeds down the stairs!

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 43, total 43[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Down, down down. As you go down you find the walls of the stairwells to be cell bars. More are glimpsed within, watching as you descend.

Ah!

One reaches out, a battered, clawed hand stained red. "Help," A voice within breathes, "Let me out!"

[Nephrite]

Hm, could this be it?

Moore stops. "You have my attention. My name is Moore, you may have heard me from above." He says.

Will be Sensing Motive here again for any deception! 80.

[Anastasia]

The voice is not lying.

"Help me," the voice pleads, "Get me out, get me out! In the name of Mielikki, I beg you, free me!"

[Nephrite]

"Peace." Moore says. "Please, tell me, what is your name?"

Does the door itself radiate any magic? Spellcraft for 113 and K:A for 118.