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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 0:18:41 GMT
The spell fails, because there is no physical lock but nor does it seem to be barred from inside. Magic is holding the door shut.
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 0:20:45 GMT
Urias looks at the door trying to find a way that he would be able to unlock it or open it.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 0:27:10 GMT
There is no gap in the floor or at the top and no handle. If Urias wishes to enter the room he will have to break the magical barrier.
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 0:30:00 GMT
Urias tries to enchant the wood that the door is made of to try to break the magical bond that is sealed over them.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 0:46:43 GMT
Urias gets really really lucky and manages to break the barrier upon the door. He realises that all he needs to do now is push the door to open it. It also occurs to him that he has learned much on his travels.
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 0:48:04 GMT
Urias's eyes widen as the magical barrier falls, He shakes his head at his luck and pushes the door open, careful to defend himself against anything on the other side.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 1:05:46 GMT
There is no enemy creature to attack him this time. Instead he enters a quiet scene. The room is decayed and stinking of rot but in the middle is a scene of beauty. A beautiful woman lies upon a bed. Unlike the bed on the other floor, this one is perfectly preseved with purple hangings embroidered with the silver eagle. The woman has loose golden hair, gently waving, and a curvy figure. She is clothed in a deep pink gown in the gap-sleeved Roman style. She wears no jewellry. She lies on her back, hands crossed across her chest. Her eyes are closed and her face is the stark white of death. Around her the walls are hung with half rotten tapestries and a man sits on a throne. He wears a toga, plain white, and on his head is a silver crown fashioned in the shape of a laurel wreath. The man is old with wrinkled skin and liver spots. He seems dead. His hand holds the hand of the dead woman and he seems to be looking on her with love.
All around Urias can see books scattered about, many open. Strangely, none of them have disintegrated.
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 1:11:49 GMT
Urias walks into the room, not sure what to think. Of all this this is not what he expected, He looked to the old man to the woman and back to the old man. trying to figure out how this was the cause of the land's illness.
"Hello?" He says seeing if the old man was dead or just trying to look like the crypt keeper.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 1:21:31 GMT
The old man's head turned sharply towards Urias. His eyes were pale blue and clear.
"Who are you? How dare you disturb my rest?"
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 1:24:32 GMT
"I am Urias, a druid from the kindgom south of here." He tells the old man, "I have come here to heal the land, and this is where my quest has brought me. So if that disturbs your rest then yes I dare." He says withholding an angry tone until his last statement.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 1:33:45 GMT
The old man glared at him.
"Fool!" He spat. "The land cannot be healed. The gods punish me by cursing my domain to eternal sickness and corruption. Because of her."
He indicated the woman with his hand.
"She is beautiful, isn't she? I love her so much even after all these years."
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 7:38:42 GMT
"The Land will be healed, the Gods will have no say in this matter. No matter what must be done." Urias says wondering just how he is going to pull this off.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 11:44:03 GMT
"And how are you going to do that?" The old man sneered. "You know nothing, stranger. Now leave me to my enternal grief."
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Post by Urias on Nov 12, 2011 21:24:50 GMT
"Then enlighten me, so that I may know something." Urias replies back showing no signs of going to leave.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 12, 2011 21:40:46 GMT
"I'll tell you nothing," the old man snapped. "Why should I?"
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