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

A few moments earlier...

Mayor sits by Shanterel, fully waiting until prying eyes are gone and on their way, watching his craftwork with great interest. But once the instant everyone is out of sight, Mayor quickly pinches one of the spoons between his thumb and middle finger, drawing something in the dirt, ignoring any complaints from the Sage about his spoon, he was always notorious for his whining. He had honestly lost count of the times he got in fights with their master.

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He points at the image, then turns to Shanterel, shrugging to him and trying to get some kind of response. After he is done and has answered Mayor's question, he gladly takes the new bow and runs off to give it to Bohw, giving him a quick hug before he leaves.

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Spoileryes thems was the kind of thing i was hoping someone would say before walking away but yes you are right there is relevance here.

"Eh, some mountain somewhere or so i hear." He says, in answer to the drawing. "Not that mountain, though, dont worry. Mount Valoth? Something like that. I really wouldnt suggest returning to her, though. Im almost certain she'll have some insane suicide mission ready to hand out like cheap candy to anyone who comes looking. Then again, you're already on such a mission, aint you?"

He shakes his head ruefully as he works on the bow, knitting both wood and magic with his spells. Soon enough he finishes his work, though, and he stares at the completed bow with melancholy. "Well, good luck at making everything better. Give this to the girl, perhaps it will offer some protection. Their artifacts didnt save the others though. I doubt they will in this case either, really."

Slowly, he gets up. He starts packing his backpack, extinguishing the fire with a wave of his hand and picking up his short, knobbly staff. "But we'll try anyway." He says, slinging the backpack over his shoulders. "Because, see, nobody ever gave us the choice not to. I'll be around another time."

He waves, then turns and strides away into the rapidly approaching night, leaving the bow lying there on the age-old cobblestones.

Bohw looks at her new weapon in awe, she's completely astounded by the size of it, with the weapon being as tall as she is. Given that she is rather short this is understandable, but what really is impressive is the detail, Bohw makes a note that if she ever meets Shanterel again, as curious as he was, to definitely was good at what he did and should probably send him her thanks next time.

She straightens up and stops appreciating the bow for a moment and looks around the room, addressing the others as she does. "Look lively you lot! This looks like a place for an ancient treasure if I ever saw one, look around a bit!"

Bohw herself goes over to examine the gap in the ground for now, just poking her head over the edge to see if there is anything of note down there.

As soon as you approach within a few steps of the circular alcove in the middle of the room, the orb of light you summoned earlier winks out and all traces of magic seem to vanish from your new bow. You feel calm, but also hollow. After a moment, you realize why; Your innate magical ability is gone! Horrified, you step away from the alcove, and suddenly your magic returns. It takes somewhat longer, but magic also seems to be flowing back into your bow. With your orb gone, though, it is suddenly incredibly dark in here, as only Watson had another source of light.

Before your magic fled, though, you did note that there seemed to be two pillars down in the alcove, one of them knocked over. Other than that you got a better look at the complex pattern of colors below. It seems to have once been yellow, red, white and blue, though it is very hard to tell the colors apart now, it is a wonder that the paints have stayed for as long as they must have. Other than the beauty the patterns once held, though, it doesnt seem to be significant.

As the group enters, Watson can see what Bohw is talking about.

"Why, yes! And these blue-hue walls can't be there for nothing..."

Watson walks around, examining the walls. He wipes some of the grime and moss off the glass walls with his hands.

"Maybe there are inscriptions or somesuch...", Watson whispers to himself.

Wiping the grime away proves harder than such, you have to scrub diligently to just get a little of the caked dirt off. You do manage to clean off a small space, though, restoring some of the wall's shine. It doesnt seem to hold any signs or inscriptions, but you can tell that it must have been magnificent once. Up close, you also notice that a small railing passes all the way around the edge of the room, though it is broken in places. You see faint signs of gild in places, but most of it is just a dull and rusted metal, now.

Savannah just kind of wanders around the room, mostly ignoring any attempts to converse with her. She does join the search for treasure, however, kicking a few piles of dirt to check for things within them. As she finishes her meal, Savannah decides she's going to keep it, if only so she can give it back later. She squats down to check one of the skeletons for anything interesting.

Poking through the dirt piles reveals a variety of metal objects, most of them so far gone that you cant even judge what they originally were, though you do find what looks to be an encrusted belt knife. You have better luck with the skeletons, though, as a little careful searching reveals old coins on the ground near some of them. They are badly tarnished, but nothing that cannot be fixed with a little magic, so they should still be worth something. All in all you find 47 gold coins.

Also of note is that there are very few plants in the vicinity, so you are rather magically restricted at the moment.