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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 26, 2020 17:36:38 GMT
“Why are you just mentioning this now?”Thalia asked, not looking impressed, but trying to Devine what magic was holding it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2020 17:58:01 GMT
Zavier arched an eyebrow. “I got it from Searshe, the giant dragon who hired you all to break into the vault. I’m just not a wizard so I’m not sure why this isn’t working like it was supposed to.” Thalia sensed strong abjuration magic around the vault but the entire structure is radiating a dozen different kinds of magic.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Aug 26, 2020 19:21:12 GMT
Tehol keeps playing with his dagger pointing up and silently motioning people to actually take heed of heading to the top of the structure or wherever the dagger takes them.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 27, 2020 0:12:27 GMT
"What giant dragon? We were hired by the Countess of South Vittoria!" Herneiros was so incredibly confused. "I fear your wits are sleeping, friend Zavier, or this was a very, very tiny breed of giant dragon hidden in her bosom..."
Nevertheless, he took the stone from him and examined it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2020 5:24:29 GMT
The bauble is dull gold and Herneiros feels a strong magical vibe coming off of it, but he can sense the abjuration magic suppressing it. It’s nearly as strong as the vault door’s enchantments. Zavier just shook his head at the barbarian’s talk. “Right, we can talk about that whole employer thing later. We need to bust that door open before this whole place comes crashing down.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 27, 2020 6:13:58 GMT
“Let’s just get this Done, we’ve jumped head first into everything else.” Motioned for the other magic users to come help then focused her magic on trying to overpower the spell on the bauble.
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Post by Ceutinde on Aug 27, 2020 16:27:59 GMT
Ceutinde took her arm off Justine and stepped forward. They had a long sail home to discuss all that. "What do we need to do, exactly?" She asked Thalia and the rest. "I've much more experience mending people than breaking doors."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2020 19:41:57 GMT
Elise looked over at the elf. “Just link hands and Thalia can draw power from us to give it a shot. Or whoever wants to take the lead.” She reaches for her left hand.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Aug 27, 2020 19:54:55 GMT
While they do that, Tehol getting bored just heads upstairs and follows the dagger's compass.
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Post by Ceutinde on Aug 27, 2020 20:45:23 GMT
Ceutinde gripped Elise's hand with an appropriate level of firmness. Her hands were a bit drier than usual, but still fairly well-moisturized by most people's standards. After all, the HoP&RfOH had an excellent line of proprietary lotions, with all proceeds of course going to the support of Reclaimers injured in the line of duty.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Aug 28, 2020 4:50:03 GMT
“Boooooooored,” Nigel proclaimed impatiently. “Hurry it up ladies, we’re on a tight schedule. Self destruct countdown and death lasers and all that.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 28, 2020 5:35:10 GMT
Thalia wanted to tell him to go jump into the cage with the gorilla, and be patient, but decided against it. She waited for the magic users to all link hands and then, as she did posts before, so she didn’t know why nigel was passive aggressively posting, tried to channel wind magic as a medium and overpower the pell on the bauble.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 28, 2020 15:17:56 GMT
While not a lady, the impressively maned Herneiros joined hands as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 28, 2020 16:05:50 GMT
Ritual: 289
The wizard’s circle focused their attention and abilities on the magic restraining the bauble’s link to the outside world. Sweat beads on their faces as they concentrate and the friction caused by the competing energies makes a grinding sound like they are driving a mortal into a pestle and cranking it back and forth.
Nigel and anyone not in the circle heard the distinctive creaking sound like something was physically snapping as the lights that have lined the floors in their starlike patterns dim and flicker and then suddenly flare up like miniature suns a moment, then they all die out in a reverse rainbow of colors, ending in a dim red that peters to nothing. The bauble suddenly lights back to gold as the soothing female voice from earlier spoke. “Security spells deactivated. Cell restraints disabled. Calmly find a safe room until the Warden restores order.”
Zavier’s bauble flows a bright green suddenly and the patterns on the vault door glow and they hear a lock tumbling inside. The treasure inside awaited.
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Post by Ceutinde on Aug 28, 2020 16:14:02 GMT
Ceutinde pulled a cloth from her medical bag and wiped her forehead off before glancing around. There was a hint of panic in her eyes. "Cell restraints disabled? How many monsters are about to charge in behind us? ...Gods above, where are Silvia and the Comte? Someone needs to warn them!"
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