Ascaria follows the giant in silence, not wanting to risk not seeing the vault for questions he probably can’t answer anyway.
He is intrigued at Mort’s memory though. ”We should totally try that. Good remembrance there Mort!”
Eidi raises an eyebrow and smiles at Mortimer's comment "This place... the protections... it definitely makes my thoughts remember of those past places"
The half-elf descends the giant steps with deliberate care, the his staff softly scrapping the narrow stone shaft "My, my... such a long lineage of guardianship you come from. Tell me, Bram, has it always been like this? The Vault silent, untouched, unquestioned? Or have there ever been... giants wondering what, exactly, they have been guarding all these centuries?[/b]"
The elder taps the stone wall lightly with the staff as the party descends "Stone remembers, you know. It shifts when stories shift"
He peers up at the giant "And you, my lad, have you ever thought of seeing more of the world? A giant warrior like you could carve his name across any horizon he wished. There must be someplace you have dreamt of testing yourself. A mountain peak, a battlefield worthy of your axes...?"
The elder chuckles softly, waving a wrinkled hand "Oh, forgive an old elf his rambling. I simply wonder how one keeps their spirit sharp when bound for so long to halls that do not change. A duty is a duty, of course... but even a duty has its story"
"We were there? Oh! Is that when I was wearing my cool black booties, but before my pretty blue booties? Is that when that was?"
”Er, aaah, yes I think so...” he replies. ”It was a while ago.”
Mortimer admires Eidi’s skill in trying to jog the Giant Bram’s memory. He hopes the enormous humanoid doesn’t break down and sob.
He hastily writes on a napkin: ”Endless dragons, and for what?” and hands it to Bram.
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The descent continues to the First Level of the Citadel Dungeon. You emerge into a rectangular hall. To the north, a closed door. To the northeast, another set of stairs, presumably connecting to another lower level. To the east, and a little north, another closed door.
"Tell me, Bram, has it always been like this? The Vault silent, untouched, unquestioned? Or have there ever been... giants wondering what, exactly, they have been guarding all these centuries?"
Bram pauses in his continued path towards the next set of stairs, and points at the east and a little north door.
"And you, my lad, have you ever thought of seeing more of the world? A giant warrior like you could carve his name across any horizon he wished. There must be someplace you have dreamt of testing yourself. A mountain peak, a battlefield worthy of your axes...?"
Bram frowns, taking Mortimer's hastily scribbled note, then looks back to Eidi. The fire giant lets the napkin fall from his hand.
Bram brings up his left hand, forefinger to thumb.
From the back, Gazzilfek makes a small wretching noise, displeased with the imagery.
Bram looks back on the Outcasts.
Ascaria shudders at the thought, dwarf skulls? He's reminded of the evil they're dealing with, and he wonders what they should do once the dragons leave...
"Yes Bram. One more floor please."
The way Bram puts it puts Ascaria on edge a bit. He considers adding another layer of spells, but he's happy with the prep that's flowing now. He tries to relax and heads downstairs with the others.
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"Are we passing by the kitchen? We could stop by, maybe?" Solrisa asks as she follows along, thinking about cheese and cookies...which is better than her thinking about smiting all the giants within these halls, which is what she might be thinking if not for the focus on cheese and cookies.
For the moment, she is more focused on food than the popping of dwarven skulls.
Eidi's ears perk at the mention of Vercinabex "Aaahh, a reading one. Sounds like a lad I could share some cookies with, that is for certain. I wonder what might he discovered about the Vault"
The half-elf elder makes sure his mage armor is on place.