Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

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"This is completely strange," Myra breathed as she walked towards the seal, "I can't even make out what's going on. Just...something big, and it's all moving in behind that stone seal." Myra gave a small groan under her breath. She really wanted to figure this all out, but did they even have the time to do so?

"If you guys want to try breaking it to see what happens, be my guest," the ravenfolk announced to the others, "but I'm moving ahead as soon as I try this..." Picking up a rock the size of her hand, Myra took a chance by chucking it at the stone slab. Myra watched it the best she could as she crept further towards the exit that will lead her even further into the cavern.

You throw the rock at the door-seal-rock! It bounces off as you would expect it to... Although, to your keen eyes it is repelled an inch or so from the door rather than on actually striking the stone. The rock clatters to the ground near Razan's feet. Predictably, he doesnt react.

Then you move closer. When you are fairly near, the stones forming the sun symbol light up and all the interlocking rocks forming the door split apart, weaving aside to let you pass and revealing a circular room on the other side. It is apparent that this room was crafted by people, as is evident by the carved walls and floor tiles. In the center of the room is what looks most of all like an elevated fountain which is obviously the focus of the magical aura you've been sensing. Flanking the fountain are four circular stone pillars inscribed with magical runes, each reaching the roof of the room. Around the room are various pieces of furniture, including two tables, several chairs, two large bookcases covering nearly one fourth of the available wall, a small cot with matching nightstand, a washbasin and a wardrobe. Most of it looks terribly worn, not to mention horribly out of place against the spell-inscribed stone floor.

A middleaged man is sitting in one of the chairs. Before being disturbed, he seemed to have been admiring a runebound length of ivory, obviously some kind of tusk or horn, straight and about the length of a forearm. As you intrude, however, he looks up sharply, staring at you with bloodshot eyes before leaping to his feet. Despite his swift reaction, he doesnt appear to be in a hurry as he grabs the unusual glaive that was leaning against the wall and makes to move past the table between you. On the table is a pile of books, an orb nested in a magical device of some sort, a jagged, pale crystal and a water pitcher with an accompanying mug.

"Do you have my flame?" He demands in a rasping voice.

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