Akirra looks at Tebati somewhat perplexed, I'm sorry, what?
"The Third Treatise the voice demanded," she clarifies, looking around at the dead end. "It would seem that without it, even if we defeat the guardians, we might not be allowed to leave the level."
Yes, yes, Airra responds while returning to searching the wall. You might he right. I thought for a moment there you were expecting me to have spontaneously remembered it.
Pondering things further he adds, We have a few things left unsolved on the floor above. The map, and the chamber where I was discovered, for instance. Perhaps we need to risk trying to recover my memories if we are to leave this level.
Although he had slumbered for thousands of years, and was from all intents and purposes dead, as Qhude had pointed out many of times since his awakening, Akirra felt a pang of trepidation at subjecting himself to the machine. Knowing he owed his "new" life to his new comrades, something he intended to repay, he offered, If it is the only way, I will chance the machine.
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A thorough search both mundane and magical does not reveal anything unusual about the barren room. The walls are carved from thick stone, like the rest of the complex; and no signs of magical or mundane means appear to hide a secret door. What is somewhat unusual is that the veins of pulsing magic that were present throughout much of the rest of the structure also seem absent in this chamber.
While your memories are hazy and oft-confusing, your certain there is more to this complex. You remember little of the Order's purpose beyond opposing Angazhan, but it was built around something at the lowest level. This is not it.
Not finding anything, Akirra frowns. Although his memories are fragmented, he is certain there is more to this complex. Mumbling under his breath he remarks, I remember little of the Order's purpose beyond opposing Angazhan, but this was built around something at the lowest level. We must be able to go lower yet.
We are missing something.
"Hmm," Ansha murmurs. "I wonder if this is an illusion...?" The elven enchantress gestures around the room, her green eyes limned with the faint blue sheen of a cantrip. "Everywhere else in this complex has had veins of magic all over the walls, ceilings and floors. There's not a trace of a magic vein here in this room."
Having returned to the chamber above with the others Akirra asks, Anyone have any ideas to try? I'm fresh out.
Jakob raises his voice to compete with the whirling blades."May as well start with the spheres and pedestals...might be something there. Then I suppose we search this whole place again. We could try the memory machine as a last resort I suppose."
How long do you think they will spin like that? Forever? Perhaps stopping them from spinning is the key to advancing. Looking to Qhude he continues, Maybe you had the right idea, just not the right "tool" for the job. What else can we use to destroy the blades?
"Not sure how long they will run. Everything here has been in surprisingly good condition."
Jakob investigates the pedestals and sphere corpses.
"I suppose we could try shoving one of the stone statues into the blades. It would be fun but I doubt that kind of vandalism is what the order is looking for."
"I could perhaps try to see if there is some mechanism, possibly hidden, that makes them stop," Kieran offers, though his tone is something less than optimistic. "I have to admit though. I am not sure I know where to begin. It is not like I have encountered something like this before."