Mol – Zarantyr 23rd, 999 YK
Monday – January 23rd, 999 YK
“Where now?" Taveah asks.
The group navigated their way back to the hall of spheres from the chapel, dusting off, they each peer at their options.
“The only one we haven’t gone through is this one here." Sejik states as he walks towards a picture of Minara d’Vol.
“Then that is our path, lets move." Morthos says dryly.
The group moves through the sphere and spend a short time crawling down a small tunnel.
Taveah goes in first, followed by Morthos, Kohl, and Sejik. The group must crawl on their hands and knees to proceed. It is very cramped. At one point, Taveah is unsure of a section of the tunnel she is checking for traps on, so she motions for Morthos to squeeze next to her.
“Morthos, watch your horns,” Taveah hisses as he squeezes up next to her to inspect the stonework.
“Be grateful its only my horns,” Morthos replies.
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“It could have been something,” he says then pauses for effect, “unfriendly.”
The tunnel empties into a small chamber.
Aside from rubble on the floor, the only other thing you see in this chamber is an 8 foot tall statue of a four armed gargoyle. One of its arms has been broken off, and it rests on the floor at its feet.
“Now what is this thing going to do to us?" Taveah exclaims, readying her hands on her blades.
“I don’t think this is a trap." Morthos says.
“Well, that would be a nice change of pace,” Taveah replies.
Each of the statue’s three intact hands is carved with an indentation, as if some object is meant to be placed there. The fourth has no such concavity.
“Look there, on the floor and in its hand, gem dust." Taveah says, leaning down to inspect her find a little closer, she brings a small palm full of the dust.
Taveah looks at the dust, then to the gargoyle; peering at it intently she begins to see the weavings of powerful magic coursing through not only the statue, but the broken arm.
“This thing is magical, so what do we do here?" Taveah stands, blowing the dust off her hands.
“What does the poem say Kohl? Any clues?" Sejik asks the knight.
Kohl shakes his head.
“Perhaps the indents are there to set something in them, a gem perhaps?" Kohl ponders.
Morthos and Sejik take a closer look at the open palms of the statue, and the gem dust below. Both sharing a look.
“What is the reason for the sacrifice then?" Morthos asks.
“A token." The Kael says.
“Who has gems or dragonshards?!" Sejik asks the group.
Sejik and Morthos both produce several from their packs. Sejik eyes the Teifling as Morthos himself pulls 2 shards out of his pocket. The aged priest wonders to himself where his companion procured them and why he, of all members of the party is offering them up so freely.
Sejik and Morthos turn to look at Kohl, looking at his Siberys shard that is strapped to his armor, providing added light for the group. Kohl notices he is being looked at.
“What?” The Kael asks.
“We may…" Morthos starts but is cut off by Kohl.
“No. This is a permanent light source, something much needed in this dungeon. The last one of these I sacrificed, it was to some draconic god, and as far as I am concerned, it was wasted."
Taveah puts a hand on her cousin’s armored shoulder. “Agreed. I’m at my wit’s end with this Vol and her ridiculous tricks. We’re being toyed with.”
“We should have enough here." Sejik says, looking at the four gems, he takes two and gently places the stones in the open palms of the gargoyle.
The statues hands close and the gems are destroyed.
“Your sacrifice was not in vain. Look to the fourth to find your gain." Comes a voice emanating from the statues.
“Lady Vol needs to hire a better poet,” Taveah sneers.
Taveah searches the rubble near the fourth arm, using her ‘mage sight’. She spots a ring near the fourth arm, laying amongst the rubble. Grabbing it she stands, showing it to the rest of the party.
“It would appear we have our ‘Key’, shall we return to that door in the chapel?" Taveah asks.
“Hmm, perhaps we should make a second key in case we need one.” Morthos says.
Again the group comes up with the three gems, following the exact same process, they place the gems within the open palms, the statue crushes them into dust.
Taveah searches the rubble below to discover no ring.
“Nothing. I guess it didn’t work?” Taveah says.
“We have our key, I say we take it and get that door open so we can continue on.” Kohl says.
With their new prize they return to the Chapel and place the ring into the slot
With a grinding sound, the wall suddenly begins to drop. An immense wedge-shaped block of stone sinks slowly into the floor, revealing a passageway beyond it. The ring is crushed and destroyed beneath the sinking stone.