The circular pool of water in the center of the room is the epicenter of the effect judging from the powerful Abjuration, Transmutation, and Necromantic auras emanating from it.
Cale's body confirms this, as the moment it's dropped it also begins sliding toward the pool.
The mage's body reaches the edge of the pool and slides in without hesitation. That seems to enhance the effect on Cale's body, and it moves even faster toward the pool. After a slight thump when his body hits the upraised stone lip around the edge of the pool, Cale is also pulled under the water.
At that, the calm blue water begins to slowly spin in a clockwise direction. The speed picks up over the next few moments and it starts to make a sound not unlike waves breaking on a shore, rhythmic and much louder than such a pool would normally be able to make.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
I don't blame them. I still pre-scan all of your posts for "dracolich" just out of Pavlovian conditioning.
The man, relatively oblivious to the state of the corpses, quickly scanned the room for anything that could contain his missing equipment.
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When he finally becomes aware of the corpse's movements, his mouth hanged agape for a few moments. When he managed to collect himself, he said, "I agree. We got what we came for; nothing good can come from a place such as this."
Tiran votes with his body, moving away from the pool and towards the exit in a slightly frantic manner. He also remembers to draw his sword now that both of his hands are free.
"Abjuration..." Disell mutters, "The temple has decided we're not welcome."
She hurries to follow the others away from the pool and back to the safety of the cave.
Or maybe it's decided you can't leave.
The spinning pool speeds up rapidly, turning into a veritable maelstrom of roaring water. As the group speeds past, the waters turn dark blue, then purple, then pitch black. Before they can get past the water, the entire pool explodes outward with devastating force. Fortunately, it being a not terribly significant amount of liquid in the pool, the only thing that happens is the group is pushed back several steps by the blast and soaked to the bone.
In the center of the depression where the pool was, there is now a figure. A woman, more specifically. Dark hair and pale skin. She's also completely naked. And... very good at it.
Before anyone has time to be embarrassed or ogle, she falls to her knees and begins to gasp for breath. That progresses to coughing and vomiting copious amounts of water after a few seconds.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Erik regained his footing after the burst. He readied his morning star. "Identify yourself." He said, hoping to mask his uneasiness with the situation, still trying to keep a safe distance from her. Whoever this was, was no one to be trifled with.
While the group argues the woman continues to cough wetly and struggle for breath, though she appears to be getting just enough air to not pass out or drown. She apparently hasn't even realized anyone is nearby yet.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The man turned to Disell, who had him by the arm, "And what are you suggesting, that we just leave her here to suffer? I'll grant you that her entrance was...worrisome, but what if she were trapped here before? Are you willing to leave a woman defenseless and disrobed to her own devices when she is gasping for air?"
"I'm not saying we leave her, but I wouldn't go touching what could be a lich queen either." Disell nods toward the exit, "We should at least watch her from over there, just in case."
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I'll bet you wish you had a non-unglued/unhinged card that shared your first name.
The man hesitated, clearly unsure of what the correct choice was to make. "Suit yourself," he said finally. "I can understand your caution, but I will not leave here until I know what is going on."
The woman's coughs subside as she vomits up the last of the water in her lungs.
She staggers to her feet, looking dazed. Her eyes are unfocused; while she looks directly at Erik, Disell, Tiran, and Roland she doesn't seem to recognize that they're strangers. In fact, after a moment, she says weakly "The siege is over? Good. Bring me my robes. And someone fetch Yew so she can help me assess the damage."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Sorry guys, RL has been hectic as hell lately. New job with fairly unpredictable hours, friend just got out of the Marine Corps and has moved back home from California, massive water leak in the house... All sorts of nonsense.
Roland knows nothing of anyone named "Yew" from history.
The woman blinks a few times at Erik. "...What?"
She shakes her head feebly several times as though waking from a deep sleep. The woman finally seems to see the four people standing in front of her for who they actually are. Then her eyes widen with sudden realization. "Oh... Oh no," she whispers.
After a few long moments of her face shifting in a variety of warring emotions, from shock to anger to deep sorrow, one finally seems to win out: Resolve. Her posture shifts (quite noticeably in certain places) as she straightens her spine and squares her shoulders. Her brown eyes are filled with fire as she locks gazes with Erik.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
...I might have forgotten what year this was supposed to happen... I swear I had it in my notes at some point.
117...1? 1176? It's definitely 117... something. We'll call it 1171 AS (After Silence) unless Yukora can remember and correct me. I'll explain The Silence in more detail when I've got some time. Probably tonight. It doesn't have any effect on the current conversation at any rate, so feel free to proceed assuming it's 1171 AS.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Aha! I thought I remembered that there were three repeating numbers. Not sure where the 7 came from. The particular year doesn't really matter, so we'll go with what I originally said and stick with 1101.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Cale's body confirms this, as the moment it's dropped it also begins sliding toward the pool.
The mage's body reaches the edge of the pool and slides in without hesitation. That seems to enhance the effect on Cale's body, and it moves even faster toward the pool. After a slight thump when his body hits the upraised stone lip around the edge of the pool, Cale is also pulled under the water.
At that, the calm blue water begins to slowly spin in a clockwise direction. The speed picks up over the next few moments and it starts to make a sound not unlike waves breaking on a shore, rhythmic and much louder than such a pool would normally be able to make.
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Erik looks at the phenomenon with wonder for a moment, before snapping to his senses. "I...ah...I think a hasty retreat is in order."
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She hurries to follow the others away from the pool and back to the safety of the cave.
In the center of the depression where the pool was, there is now a figure. A woman, more specifically. Dark hair and pale skin. She's also completely naked. And... very good at it.
Before anyone has time to be embarrassed or ogle, she falls to her knees and begins to gasp for breath. That progresses to coughing and vomiting copious amounts of water after a few seconds.
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The man didn't wait for a reply; he began making his way to the mysterious woman.
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She staggers to her feet, looking dazed. Her eyes are unfocused; while she looks directly at Erik, Disell, Tiran, and Roland she doesn't seem to recognize that they're strangers. In fact, after a moment, she says weakly "The siege is over? Good. Bring me my robes. And someone fetch Yew so she can help me assess the damage."
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
"This is all kinds of odd," the man thought. "Who is she?"
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Roland knows nothing of anyone named "Yew" from history.
She shakes her head feebly several times as though waking from a deep sleep. The woman finally seems to see the four people standing in front of her for who they actually are. Then her eyes widen with sudden realization. "Oh... Oh no," she whispers.
After a few long moments of her face shifting in a variety of warring emotions, from shock to anger to deep sorrow, one finally seems to win out: Resolve. Her posture shifts (quite noticeably in certain places) as she straightens her spine and squares her shoulders. Her brown eyes are filled with fire as she locks gazes with Erik.
"When are we?"
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
117...1? 1176? It's definitely 117... something. We'll call it 1171 AS (After Silence) unless Yukora can remember and correct me. I'll explain The Silence in more detail when I've got some time. Probably tonight. It doesn't have any effect on the current conversation at any rate, so feel free to proceed assuming it's 1171 AS.
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The story we discussed for my character can work with whatever date, though, so that can change now if you'd like.
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