Post by K Man on Nov 25, 2014 17:20:40 GMT -5
[Those in the tower]
Your closer inspection of the deceased gives you a few more points to ponder;
The tip of the blade is extremely well made. It is etched with recursive designs and leafy patterns seemingly worn straight into the steel itself. These patterns continue down the blade to the hilt gripped firmly in the dead man's hands. The steel is sharp on the cutting edge and shows no signs of wear of rust since the sundering. It must have been a magnificent blade...which makes you wonder what could've cleaved the blade so easily? The edge of the cut is sharp from steel burrs, a sign that whatever went through it did so without heat...just force.
An inspection of the stairs and the surrounds reveals no hidden cache of a blade or wires that might have done this. Indeed the stone is old and the mortar older, lichen thick throughout most of it. If something is hidden here....it is well hidden. However, you do spot something strange as you scan the ceiling and walls looking for the source. About five feet before the body, a bit of the stairs seems...off. One step is slanted down while the rest remain straight an intact. Looking closer, that stair has been gouged through the stone much like the sword. The gouge continues - about a half inch thick at most - past the body and to about ten feet before the door exiting the tower.
You deduce that something - originating at the door - struck out in one clean arc with something incredibly sharp and thin...and large enough to sweep the whole room, and sharp enough to kill this man and cut is blade in two.
You feel the lump in your throat difficult to swallow.
The stairs still beckon upwards, darkness their calling card.
[Those with the Lizard man]
The strange reptilian figure regards you like an insect, tongue flicking out, scenting your emotions. His black eyes flick twice, trying to understand your meaning. It finally retorts "Why would you sssstay? What do you think hasss called you here?" it looks out of the rubble strewn opening, to the foggy lands of the Old World beyond. Every decade your kindssss come from the New World. But you do no know why. You anssswer the call of it...you feed it your ignorant sssoulssss. If you continue to ssssstoke the firessss, it will consssssume usssss all."
It reiterates its initial warning, deadpan and serious. "You sssshould leave..."
The creature begins to take a few long, slow steps towards the opening - intending to leave...
Your closer inspection of the deceased gives you a few more points to ponder;
The tip of the blade is extremely well made. It is etched with recursive designs and leafy patterns seemingly worn straight into the steel itself. These patterns continue down the blade to the hilt gripped firmly in the dead man's hands. The steel is sharp on the cutting edge and shows no signs of wear of rust since the sundering. It must have been a magnificent blade...which makes you wonder what could've cleaved the blade so easily? The edge of the cut is sharp from steel burrs, a sign that whatever went through it did so without heat...just force.
An inspection of the stairs and the surrounds reveals no hidden cache of a blade or wires that might have done this. Indeed the stone is old and the mortar older, lichen thick throughout most of it. If something is hidden here....it is well hidden. However, you do spot something strange as you scan the ceiling and walls looking for the source. About five feet before the body, a bit of the stairs seems...off. One step is slanted down while the rest remain straight an intact. Looking closer, that stair has been gouged through the stone much like the sword. The gouge continues - about a half inch thick at most - past the body and to about ten feet before the door exiting the tower.
You deduce that something - originating at the door - struck out in one clean arc with something incredibly sharp and thin...and large enough to sweep the whole room, and sharp enough to kill this man and cut is blade in two.
You feel the lump in your throat difficult to swallow.
The stairs still beckon upwards, darkness their calling card.
[Those with the Lizard man]
The strange reptilian figure regards you like an insect, tongue flicking out, scenting your emotions. His black eyes flick twice, trying to understand your meaning. It finally retorts "Why would you sssstay? What do you think hasss called you here?" it looks out of the rubble strewn opening, to the foggy lands of the Old World beyond. Every decade your kindssss come from the New World. But you do no know why. You anssswer the call of it...you feed it your ignorant sssoulssss. If you continue to ssssstoke the firessss, it will consssssume usssss all."
It reiterates its initial warning, deadpan and serious. "You sssshould leave..."
The creature begins to take a few long, slow steps towards the opening - intending to leave...