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Old Jul 19th, 2022, 05:18 PM
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All The remaining mummy flees, turning quickly back the way it had come. The pile of ash that was the imploded mummy grows smaller and smaller, a child like weeping sound flowing in the smoke from it's burning. Pippa gasps out, almost dropping her flask of unlit oil. She looks at Father Jol, her face twisted in horror at the weeping sound. Pippa is barely conscious of doing it, but she clumsily moves behind Father Jol, trying to protect herself from the noise, from the whole horrific scene.
Father Jol grips his holy mace, holding himself together as he hears the trapped and tormented soul fleeing the mummy and returning...but not to its resting place. Father Jol knows that soul remains here, returning to a circlet, jar or vase, some holding vessel so the soul can be used again for another mummy or other purpose at a future date.
In the dimness of the cellar beyond, Father Jol glimpses the shadowed forms of two goblins fleeing up the stairs. Only the mace tells him they are not goblins. Father Jol now knows Pippa is not just affected by the burning mummy but a fear spell of some kind cast by a demon known as a Barghest. Such creatures are known to take the shape of goblins or large jackals and to often hide themselves among normal goblins while they feed on the souls of their victims.
Owain and Tambovksy feel no such horror as they intently pursue the retreating mummy. Lady Danicea is right behind them, her sword still glowing white and lighting the room. In the pale, saintly glow of Lady Danicea's sword, Tambovsky stabs the mummy in the back. The mummy stumbles, causing Tambovsky's second attack to miss. Owain is right there though, following Tambovsky's missed swing with a slash of his own. Both men are dimly aware of movement in the room ahead of them and a foul stink of wet dog. Owain's blow knocked the mummy to it's knees and Owain finished it, cleanly slicing it's head off with his next blow.
The two men stopped. Looking around the room, Tambovsky remembered rolling down the stairs, wrestling an orc. He remembers seeing Sylana's prone, unmoving body on the floor right next to where he now stood. The light from the early morning sun dapples the stairs coming down from the alley and illuminates two goblins in black, studded leather armor running up and out into the morning light. Both goblins have long, wiry gray hair and a tint of blue to their skin. Tambovsky and Owain see the rest of the room now. In the far corner are two dead women, heavily made up with kohl and rouge and strange glyphs on the skin of their naked stomachs. Swallowing the urge to vomit at the sight, they both know the goblins were about to have breakfast. Two other heavy trunks are against the wall. Next to trunks is a eight foot armoire of dark wood with a white heart shaped knot on the front. Green and gold sigils decorate the Armoire and they can feel the protective magic of the Sainted Fey protecting the armoire. For Owain that wasn't troubling at all. In his homeland he had often came across ancient standing stones that felt the same. He was told the Stones came from the "Green Knight," of Gawain fame. The one who lost his head in a game of honor and then calmly put it back on. For Tambovsky, the mixing of the two felt so odd, yet not evil, not necessarily even bad, more distasteful, like putting too much salt in a soup or not having enough butter to spread across bread.
There a number of piles of old clothes and blankets lying about that look like dogs or some animal or goblins had nested in them. Hanging on the wall opposite the armoire, is a black mask shaped like a Jackal's head. Light glitters off the mask made of what looks to be compressed sand. Tambovsky senses a harsh evil radiating from the mask.

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By the time Owain looked up to see the pair of goblins silhouetted against the morning light in the alley where he first met Tambovsky, Father Jol, and Lady Danicea, they were already nearly gone. "That's right, flee you cowards!" He shouted up the stairs, "Tell your friends what you saw here. We are taking this town back!"

He turned to the other warriors, "Some of Plomfleet's finest, no doubt. I'd wager we'll be seeing them again." Probably going for reinforcements now, the Welshman thought, let them come. Owain wrinkled his nose at the smell and then noticed the bodies. He shook his head in disgust at what they may have interrupted but was glad they weren't slower.

The armoire with the heart-shaped knot and sigils of green and gold caught his eye. He recognized the knot as they were popular back on the island and the feeling of Old Magic surrounding it was comforting. It felt clean and natural in the midst of all the filth and decay. Owain walked over to open the armoire and see what might be inside.

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With an almost macabre fascination, Jol watches the remains of the mummy burning away, first into ash, and then into nothing. Suddenly Pippa clutches at him in fear, startling him out of his reverie. He stares at her, his eyes wide.

"That weeping, Pippa! You heard it too, did you not? It is a lost soul, still bound and trapped. We must find the vessel that it returned to, or it will never know peace. Quickly, help me. It will be a jar, or a vase, or something similar. And it will radiate magic, I am sure. If we find it, we can help."

Jol murmurs a spell that he hopes will locate the vessel to which this soul has returned. Although, in truth, even if they do manage to locate it, he is not quite sure how to go about freeing a trapped soul. Does one smash the vessel, consecrate it in the name of the Creator, something else? The Greyfriar is sure he read something about this in a tome of arcane knowledge in the library, back at the Abbaie de Corbie. It was a treatise on the practice of rituals by heretical cults, and not one he would have expected to find in a library of a Church Abbey. Such things are usually burned. But there it was, and so he read it. Jol clearly remembers the name of the book - "De Res Occultis Prohibitis" and he also remembers the librarian scolding him when he put the book back on the wrong shelf - "the last thing my predecessor did before she left was arrange this library just so! I'll not have you leaving the place in such disorder!". Why is it that he can remember these things, but what was in the book regarding the capturing and freeing of souls is so elusive? Jol racks his memory, trying to remember.

 

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Tambovsky sees the goblins rush out the stairs, but stumbles briefly on a loose rock and regains his footing only after the goblins are clear away.

As Jol and Pippa begin their search for a soul--Tambovsky doesn't understand at all what they are saying, but accepts it as something that Jol and Pippa are wont to do--and as Owain examines the chest, Tambovsky turns to Danicea and asks.

"Would a Lady and a saintly warrior as yourself know how to destroy objects of extreme evil, such as this mask?"






 


 


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AllOwain looked up to see the goblins fleeing. Tambovsky rushed by him, but then stumbled on debris in the room and went down to one hand. By the time Tambovsky regained his feet, the goblins were out of sight. The men could hear the goblin’s footsteps running down the alley. Just after Owain calls out, Flee you cowards! They hear the distinct thump of a bolt hitting flesh, followed by a pained goblins squeaks. Two streaks of blue lightning flash by, followed by the sound of crashing and mewling. Two more bolts zip past. They hear both bolts hit and no more sounds come from the alley. They hear Brossard shout, Clear! then I hit one! Did you see? Soskia, I hit one. The voice is a mix of surprise and joy. Owain and Tambovsky both know it came from Bauman. Brossard says, Nice shot cobbler, now quiet down and wait for whatever else Tambovsky and Owain might chase out. Reload the heavy crossbow too. You can’t shoot with no bolt. A moment passes before they hear Soskia ask, Do you think they are okay? and they hear Brossard answer, If the creatures are running, the ‘boys’ are chasing. Now, let’s be quiet. Both Bauman and Soskia reply, Yessir, quiet it is, no more noise from us “Brossy.” They can feel Brossard’s scowl, but all quiets.
Owain turns to the large armoire while Tambovsky picks up the grisly mask and moves to Lady Danicea. Owain carefully approaches, the hair on his arms rising in response to the enchantment on the casket. His boar helm sends a tingle and he stifles a yawn. Anyone approaching the Armoire will have to get past a sleep spell. Owain blinks, yawning again, his helm sending warm tingles up and down his spine trying to fend off the charm and keep Owain awake.
Owain tottered on his feet. Now that he was closer, he could see old sigils, runes of the “little people” said to dwell under the hills and waterfalls and in the lonely parts of the moors. The Fey trapped this Armoire, the Fairy people from ‘the other side’ across the veil between worlds. Owain blinked again.

Tambosky shows the mask to Lady Danicea. She grimaces, not wanting to touch it. Instead she pokes it with her knife. The elven enchanted blade turns a light blue and small tendrils of smoke rise up where the blade touches the mask. [B] I am not sure Tambovsky. I think we could burn it though. Father Jol or Father Keth could bless a candle and then use that candle to light a fire. I think that could burn it. I honestly don’t know. I am still learning. That is a horrid thing. I have a hard time imagining doing that to another human being. To any living creature. Even orcs and gnolls deserve a cleaner death than that. Lady Danicea pauses, poking the skin mask again. She looks up at Tambovsky, We have been collecting a huge sort of evil and cursed things. I am sure if Father Jol doesn’t know the answer of how to get rid of it, Dame Almira or that Dr. with the dragon bone arrow in her heart would know. Soskia might know too. She is a librarian, she may have read it about through her work. I am glad you are here with me. Will you take a moment to pray, to give thanks we survived that horrid spider thing and the rest? Lady Danicea reaches out, her hand touching the top of Tambovsky’s.

Father Jol holds Pippa as the gnome desperately clutches him for several moments, the wave of fear flowing through her. She is too caught up in the fear to do anything but mumble and hold him. Her fear ridden grip is so tight, if not for his armor, she would have surely bruised him. Father Jol manages to pry Pippa loose and look around while he casts his spell. Light flickers, then flares and flickers again as many items in the room light up with enchantments, including Owain’s newly acquired Boar helm. The bright flare came from the Armoire with the ancient sigils on it. Powerful magic has been cast on the Armoire. Binding enchantments to keep it locked and warding enchantments to keep it safe from prying thieves. Fey magic, stronger than any Father Jol has detected before radiates from the Armoire. He can see Owain growing unsteady on his feet as he reaches for the Armoire.
Father Jol also sees the spirit loosed in the room. Taking the form of a small gray glob, it is bouncing from wall to wall, ricocheting around the room with no real direction of its own. Judging by the color of the spirit and one of the emanations coming off a finely made porcelain vase decorated in flowers and Oriental dragons, Father Jol knows that is where the spirit has to go, unless he wants to try and give it last rites and put it to rest forever. Four vials radiate healing magic and two others are potions of neutralize poison. Five vials are prepared to take curse spells and three more have solutions with enchanted mandrake root meant to kill or put someone into a heavy sleep. There are also two scrolls of Sleep, prepared at fifth level (11d8 of hp). Two scalpels, enchanted with runes of sharpness for cutting more than just normal skin. Eleven pieces of Behir spinal bone, two Ogre Magi ears, a basilisk eye, a vial of Chimera blood, two vials of ogre blood, ready to be used in a strength potion, two vials of troll’s blood, a patch of sylph hair, two tins of powered zombie bone and a wight’s skull, all radiate degrees of magic.
Father Jol finishes his first look around. The glob of spirit energy is now worn out and laying on the work bench next to the wight’s skull. The small glob now pulses like a beating heart.


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Tambovsky nods as he listens to Lady Danicea, trying not to be distracted neither by Pippa's waning cries nor by this object zinging back and forth across the room.

It is easy to pay attention to Lady Danicea's thoughts on the mask because Tambovsky finds her strangely transformed. Up until this moment he has regarded her as an impetuous younger sister, a woman still negotiating her way in the world, still naive but fearless. But as she talks about the evil and begins her prayer, Tambovsky sees something come over her, a maturity and conviction that he respects. He is proud of her. And hopeful for her future, as surely as he would be for one of his beloved sisters.

Bowing his head, Tambovsky clears out the sounds and smells of the basement around him and he listens to Lady Danicea's words, losing himself in the familiarity of the Saints' Prayer and remembering the times he shared this prayer with his family back home.

The memory triggers a strong visual familiarity--almost a vision--and then, yes a vision ... as he not only sees the scene but smells the familiar rye of the fields on the outskirts of his village. He is walking through the field of rye, in his work clothes, not the armor of a soldier. There is no sword in his hand, but his hand holds ... another hand. He follows the hand to its arm, the arm to its shoulder and the shoulder to the face ... of Soskia, who smiles back at him and urges him on as she points to something, a small chapel in the middle of the field.

Together, they run through the field, the rye giving way effortlessly. They arrive at the chapel and climb the three wooden steps to its entrance, Soskia throwing open the doors so they can step in and see ...






 


 


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Owain was pleased to know Bauman, Soskia, and Brossard were across the street ready to rain arrows on anything that escaped the derelict inn. At least those two goblins wouldn't be causing any more problems. With a smile back on his face, the Welshman turned his attention to the armoire with the familiar touch of old magic.

As he stepped closer, a feeling came over him like a warm, heavy blanket. His eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. Owain felt strangely calm through all of this, more like he was in front of a fireplace with a cup of scotch than in a cellar used for murder and necromancy.

His new boar helm was fighting the feeling. It sent tingles of magic down his arms and up his spine. When Owain reached out to open the armoire, he noticed, through blurry eyes, sigils from the fair folk. Interesting. He stifled a yawn, blinked slowly, and then tumbled to the floor with a heavy sigh. Sleep cradled his mind as it ran the hills and mountains of Snowdonia under the watchful eye of a falcon.

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Jol watches the spirit bounce around the room, carefully noting where it settles, before turning his attention back to the other magical artifacts that his spell has uncovered. His gaze is immediately drawn to the armoire with its powerful protective spells. And there is Owain reaching for it...

"Owain!" he calls. "Don't go near...oh dear." Too late. The Welshman is already slumping to the floor, his sword clattering to the ground. There is a loud thud as Owain's head makes solid contact with the stone floor. It's fortunate that he just acquired that helm, Jol thinks to himself. And just a few seconds later comes the sound of loud snoring from the now unconscious warrior.

"The armoire is protected by magic" Jol warns his companions, somewhat too late. Still, better late than never. "I would advise against approaching it." Nevertheless, he does just that, to check on Owain. He does his best to keep his distance from the armoire as he drags the Welshman away from the fey magic that felled him, placing him on his side so that he can breathe easily.

"I think he is fine" he says, after examining Owain. "Just sleeping. No harm done."

Once he is assured that all is well with Owain, Jol turns his attention back to the spirit. All he can think of to do is to perform the ceremony of the Last Rites. Normally this would involve anointing the soon-to-be-departed with oil, while saying prayers over them. In this case, Jol is not sure that the oil will be of much use. But perhaps the rest of the ceremony will help. Briefly asking for the Creator's guidance to help him give this soul some peace, he stands, holds his arms out in supplication and begins uttering the first sacrament, attempting to draw upon the power of Orion to send the spirit to an eternal rest.

"May the Creator in his love and mercy help you. May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up..."

The ritual is not short, but Jol has performed it many times before. He knows it well. Although this is the first time he has recited it over a soul without a body.

 

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AllFather Jol shouts his warning seconds too late. Owain, reaching for the armoire, succumbs to the powerful Fey magic imbued in there and falls senseless to the floor. His head bounces against the stone, his new helm making a ringing sound as it hits. Father Jol rushes to Owain, joined by Sherrock and Brother Mattias in pulling Owain free from the Armoire’s influence. That is not just magic Father Jol, says Sherrock, that is powerful Fey magic. Even I, and elf, feel drowsy from its presence. Brother Mattias yawns, showing the Armoire’s effect on him too. Stifling his yawn, Brother Mattias says, I have felt similar in some of the woods in the Marne Valley. We always suspected Fey or Fey like creatures lived close. Dryads, Nymphs, perhaps a Sylph. We thought it their way of protecting their homes without causing true harm. Brother Mattias slumps over, half asleep and shaking his head, bringing himself back awake. Sherrock pulls Owain’s head into his lap, holding him there. The Moon Elf gently brushes Owain's hair from his face as the elf looks at Father Jol, saying, I have him now. I will care for him and keep him safe.

Hearing that, and trusting Sherrock, Father Jol turns to other matters at hand. Pippa still sits on the floor, holding her hands to her face. She no longer cries and her breathing has steadied. Father Jol can she is slowly coming out of the fear spell or whatever it was that shook her. Father Jol moves over to the work table. Staring down at the pulsing glob, figuring on what to do, Pippa surprises him when she reaches up and hands him the vase connected to the spirit. I think we put the spirit back in this jar and then put it to rest. This jar is like coffin. See the decorative art? This is fine work, so delicate. I wonder who did it? The Vase looks Khitai in design. Don’t you think so? She doesn’t say any more, simply standing and watching Father Jol perform his ceremony. He is halfway through when the glob stops pulsing. A green smoke rises from the glob and flows up and then into the Vase. The entire glob is turns to smoke and disappears into the Vase by the time Father Jol finishes. He can tell the spirit is at peace.

Tambovsky sees his mother's face, then the rest of her slowly comes to view as he steps through the doors of the Church. His mother is sitting in the front pew. His brother and sister sit next to her. All three crane their necks and smile when they see him. They sit close to the Altar where a faceless priest recites the liturgy of Saint Arn. The priest is joined by Tambovsky's grandfather and oldest brother, who died fighting to protect his family and the people of his village. Seeing his brother sends a mix of emotions through Tambovsky. Seeing him here, in this “place” is a relief, knowing his brother lived a true life and is now with the Saints, and a sense of sorrow that his brother is no longer with him. Tambovsky carries his sword. He feels the blade now, warming with pride and love as his brother looks down upon him.
His brother looks out and Tambovsky finds himself sitting in a pew as Lady Danicea, dressed in a white bridal gown with gold doves woven into the fringes, strides down the aisle, passes him and steps to the altar. His brother's voice rings clear and certain as a Church Bell, We walk in the grace of the Saints, we shall fear no evil, we shall bear great burdens, we shall strive for redemption and justice till the end of days, amen. When they finish, Lady Danicea erupts in white flame in the shape of a sword. Tambovsky hears a chorus of a thousand voices or more, “I am Tizona, the Fire of Reckoning” “Hail Eru, full of grace, Orion be with me.”


Tambovsky gasps as the vision passes and ends. Lady Danicea, her face white as bone glances at him. Tambovsky sees the sweat trickling down both sides of her face. Tam, she says, her voice trembling, Tizona is the name of my sword, handed down from my father's fathers father, Sir Rodrigo Diaz, known as "El Cid." Danicea pulls the blade out. Tambovsky feels the blades holy power, knows this blade was blessed by Saint Arn himself and that this blade can destroy not only the mask, but other evils as well.

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Tambovsky hears Father Jol reciting a prayer for the dead. That prayer brings him out of the reverie of his vision.
Quickly looking around, Tambovsky sees Father Jol praying over the blot of flying sludge that had been flying around earlier. The blot was slowly turning to green smoke and flowing into a Vase that Pippa held, her small hands wrapped around the base, holding it steady. More alarming though, is the sight of his friend Owain, lying on the floor, his head cradled in Sherrock’s lap. Owain’s tongue, bleeding and swollen to twice normal size, flops out of his mouth bouncing to and fro across Owain’s chin. Sherrock looks up, Och! He is okay Tambovsky, just sleeping and dreaming of bunk house Belles when he should be fighting aside us. Sherrock gives Tambovsky a wink and a grin before becoming more serious when Lady Danicea comes over as well. She kneels down, touching Owain’s forehead and the Welshman stirs, his eyes flutter as he looks around, confused, but smiling as he slowly wakes and regains his senses.
Owain feels the snows of home blowing against his cheeks. The warmth of his coat and horse keeping the chill at bay. He is riding over the hills, hawking with his father. Up one hill, down the next, the rhythm of riding lulls him to a yawn. He nods his head, lifting it in time to crest the next hill, only he sees not the snow covered hills of home but a dingy room, smelling of blood and sweat and foul ichors. Sherrock is looking down at him, as is Lady Danicea, down on one knee, her soft hand cooling his forehead. Over Sherrock’s shoulder, Owain sees Tambovsky as well. They are all staring at him. That is when he realizes his tongue is sticking out and sore from his having bitten it when he fell. Then he remembers reaching for the Armoire and recent fight with the mummies…
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Owain's eyes fluttered and blinked open, "Da." The word clumsily tumbled out over his swollen tongue before he looked around to get his bearings. A smile spread across the Welshman's face when he looked up to see his friend Sherrock and the fair Lady Danicea looking down upon him. Tambovsky was close too.

It came back to him suddenly, they were not in the snow-dusted hills of home but in a musty cellar underneath an abandoned inn. They all had fought horrors, both natural and not, throughout. The last thing he remembered was reaching out to open an interesting armoire. "That chest is more formidable than any orc or band of goblins," Owain chuckled, "I haven't been laid out like that in some time." He sat up and rubbed his head where it bounced off the armoire. "Head's gonna hurt come morning, good thing I don't use it for much, huh?" He winked at Sherrock, picked up his sword, and slowly rose to his feet to shake off the grogginess.

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Jol looks down at Pippa when she asks him if the urn is Khitai. He has vaguely heard of this place. Perhaps somewhere in the east? The urn does look to be of an eastern style. Not that Jol is any expert on crockery fashion. He has no answer for her, but it is good that she is recovering. He gives her a smile and proceeds with the ceremony. Somewhat to his surprise, the ritual works more or less the way he had hoped it would. He gives thanks to Orion, for smiling upon his unworthy servant and helping him to put this unquiet spirit to rest.

"It is done" he says to Pippa. "We have brought peace to this poor soul."

He finally takes in the rest of his surroundings - a large room, stairs down a passageway at the far end leading back up. Jol is still not sure quite what they have discovered here - cultists of Set, certainly, but why are they here? Who are they in league with? It feels like events in Blaud Hill are far larger than a simple friar such as Jol can contend with. This all needs bringing to the attention of his superiors in the Church, if they are not already aware of it. Perhaps they are, given Almira is here.

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Tambovsky knows little of El Cid, only that he was a holy knight who liberated his lands to the south and west, where the ocean narrows and a splinter of water beckons adventurers to another land (or so said the travelers who stopped by his family's blacksmith shop, though their tales were often exaggerations--they spoke of turtles who held worlds on their shells and magnificent creatures with long legs and long necks they called Grrr-affs!). But he has heard from all those who told tales that El Cid fought for good with his instrument ... this very sword.

Tambovsky bows down, as much as to the sword as to Lady Danicea.

Without rising, he says: You, my friend and daughter of the line of Sir Rodrigo Diaz, bear an honor and a burden. There is no question of what must be done with it.

He takes the mask, and places it gently at her feet, stepping away so she can pierce it with her sword ... and waiting to witness.



When this is done, Tambovsky becomes alert again to the world around him. More confident in the purpose and success of their mission.

He looks to see if Owain, still slightly unfamiliar in his new helmet, is carrying off the Celtic chest. And he catches the end of Father Jol's question.

"Yes, yes, by all means," he replies, "let us go up and join the others."

"Loy, Frans, Brother Mattias," he calls up the stairs, "we are ascendant! "




 


 


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Tambovsky lays the mask on the floor and steps back. Lady Danicea slowly lowers her sword, saying a prayer as she does. Lady Danicea touches the tip of the sword to the mask. A slow curl of smoke rises, followed by a flash of golden orange flame. The flames turn a bright azure blue. Flecks of silver limning the growing edges of the flames. The mask burns quickly, filling the room with the rich scent of sage, thistle and Oak. Lady Danicea, still holding her sword to the flame, drops two of the scrolls onto the fire. They too catch and burn normally at first before also turning blue and silver. She adds another scroll and some black krrf and two packets of opium. The scent of the sage increases and the tang of the sea arises from the burning drugs. Tambovsky, who has never seen an ocean or a sea, suddenly feels a salty wind across his cheeks and for a moment, he sees an expanse of blue water from horizon to horizon.
The smoke fades as the fire wanes and disappears altogether. Nothing of the mask, the scrolls, or powdered drugs is left. Lady Danicea lifts her sword to her lips and kisses the pommel, giving thanks.

Tambovsky and Lady Danicea move to Owain and Father Jol, who is looking quite pleased. Behind him Pippa is wearing the "green hat." Plomfleet's hat, the once Mayor of Blaud Hill. Pippa seems to have recovered and Father Jol has put the spirit to rest. The room is quiet and 'normal' as a room like this could get. Sherrock is over looking at the Armoire, a quizzical look on his normally smiling face.
Owain is sitting up, rubbing his head and looking back at the armoire. The Welshman is grinning and making fun of the armoire, letting all know he is okay.
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asks Father Jol. Sherrock turns to look at him, then glances around the room before saying, I suppose we should, but do we just leave this room unattended? And this Armoire is not just enchanted. It is rare. I don't know what kind of wood was used in it's crafting, but I have never seen such before. I have traveled through many forests and wood, never have I seen it's like. Unlike the rest of the room, soaked in the foul magics of these evil folk. The enchantments laid here are not foul or even evil. They are Fey. Not Eladrin, not elven, not Faerie, but most definitely Fey. Powerful Fey at that. See the drag marks? They took this from somewhere else and dragged here. I think these 'priests' tried to break the enchantments and having failed, brought it here for another try. See this odd rounded cross shape? Sherrock points to a what could be a celtic cross, That could be a Celtic Cross, or an Aegyptian Ankh, a symbol of Life. What do you make of this Father Jol? Could these cultists of Set be trying to open something that has to do with the more decent gods and goddesses of Aegypt?
Pippa walks over, almost falling asleep before she steps back in surprise. She flutters her hand before her face like a fan for a moment. I think Sherrock has something here. Owain, did you feel anything? Sense anything before the armoire put you to sleep? And Father Jol, Tambovsky, see how the top of the cross shape is formed more like a teardrop than a circle? The teardrop is one of the symbols of Isis. That poor Tiefling on the table was a follower of Isis. Do you think they are connected?
Brother Mattias has come down the stairs. He walks up to Father Jol, Are you well? I think we may need more people to help here. For the time, I can stay with Loy and keep an eye on all this while the rest of you finish searching and securing the rest of the Inn.
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"All these arcane mysterious might be true," Tambovsky says to Pippa and Brother Mattias, "but I do not know about priests of Isis and their confluence of holy symbols from the green folk and Owain's kin. Perhaps you can better study them in the chancellery with the collaboration of the other brothers, and Soskia--she knows her scholarship, she does," he adds, belatedly realizing he has revealed a definite bias.

"But as for venturing on, I agree. I feel refreshed and if the rest of our numbers are prepared, we still have areas to clear. The question, though, is are we cleansing these buildings of evil, or are we merely chasing them like dust from one structure to another, with them floating in the wind and landing back into their dark crevices again as soon as we leave?"

And with that, and if the others are ready, Tambovsky will head up the stairs and which, I believe, would be back in the cellar, and moving to room #5; is that correct?proceed to the next room.





 


 


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Owain answered Pippa with a smile and shrug, "I felt the spellwork, aye, same as always. It tingles and tickles at my skin like jumping into a cold spring or maybe the touch of a special someone." He winked at the gnome and continued, "Only it didn't feel evil or malicious as Sherrock observed. It did, however, feel familiar and ancient. Like the standing stones scattered across my homeland. I could try the armoire again, maybe I've built a tolerance?" He was mostly kidding, he knew magic didn't work like that. Probably.

As for the other part of the conversation, the Welshman agreed with Father Jol and Tambovsky. He was glad Mattias came down and offered to stay with the relics. "Yes, let's have a look over the rest of the inn. At least Soskia and Brosard are ready with crossbows for when we sweep out the filth. Hopefully there's some good scotch left in this miserable place." Now that would be a treasure worth finding. Owain joined Tambovsky as he stepped into the next room of the cellar.

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