Mummy's Mask

Game Master Samy

Spellcraft Silver Ring: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"It is a lovely ring, isn't it? I wonder what it does?"

Polux appraises the anklet set to be worthless, the tray to be 35gp and the vase to be 75gp. The ring, as mentioned, is magical, so appraising it is impossible before knowing what it does -- it could be a cantrip ring or a wish ring.

These have been added to the treasure document.

While trying to appraise the ring, Polux takes it in hand, triggering another Haunt.

A ghostly scene superimposes itself over the ruins of the room, as translucent furniture and decorations like potted palm trees and richly upholstered divans waver into existence. In the center of the room, a ghostly young man clasps the hands of ethereal young woman. They speak in Ancient Osiriani, but any listener can mysteriously understand them, regardless of language.

“I’m so sorry,” the young man says. “I can’t find the ring I bought you anywhere. I just had it!”

“It’s all right, my love,” the girl replies quietly. “It’s not the right time to tell my family anyway.”

“Come with me, Ariseti! Come across the river where we’ll be safe!”

“Not just yet, darling. My father says we’ll be safe here. You go, and when all this is over, you can come back for me, and we’ll announce our engagement then.”

She pauses, and reaches out to touch the man’s forehead. “Are you feeling all right? You’re burning up!”

With this the vision ends, as first the figures fade from view, followed by the room and its furnishings.

Harmose's Spellcraft roll is insufficient to identify the ring's function.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Initiative: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
As the story unfolds, Harmose slams positive energy into the floor while a tear streams down his face. "අහෝ, එම දුප්පත් පෙම්වතුන් . ඇයි ඇය ඔහු සමග ක්රියාත්මක කල නොහැකි වුණේ ඇයි? "

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Untrained Perform: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sigrun will love this story when we tell it to her... Wait a minute, why did I understand what they were saying? Is this a pair of sylphs, like Aleris?

Harmose's positive energy harms the haunt but is insufficient to destroy it. It is still on track for taking effect.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
I assume I do not act, right? Cure light wounds is the plan.

Staring at the figments that appear. This is strange. And sad. Upon seeing Harmose cast positive energy Deseri realizes what has happened and does the same.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Although still a little on edge from their earlier encounters, Aleris' senses aren't quite sharp enough to detect anything unusual about the room or anything else until it's too late to do anything but watch as the little scene plays out before them.

Perform: Dance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

As she watches, an idle thought that Sigrun might appreciate hearing the story behind the ring drifts through her mind.

If we make it back to town alive...

Deseri's positive energy finishes neutralizing the haunt, but only after its effect takes place. The haunt is now disabled. However, Polux feels the hot flush of a fever and must roll Fortitude.

I'm assuming that I've already made my Knowledge Religion roll, and flubbed it. Anyone else want to take a go?

Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Staring at the ring.it has to be the ring Don't touch the ring. It has some lesser version of the Plauge of Madness in it.

Looking at Polux with wide fearful eyes. Polux are you ok?

Kn. Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Something clicks in Aleris' mind as she thinks about the ring and the particular nature of the haunt that clings to it.

Really? Of course, it's just like burying the unburied! But who...?

"Deseri's right! No one else touch it," she chimes in. She too looks at Polux anxiously, waiting to see if her companion is able to fight off the disease that the ring carries. "How do you feel?"

Yay someone needs to get married! Or we take it to the church and let them deal with it.

Turel at first is about to respond to the others, then he catches himself in time.

I must be more...thoughtful in my approach here, if I wish to convince the others of my views. Would that I have my Brother's silvered tongue here...

Knowledge, Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

This introspective moment causes Turel to completely miss the initial effects of the haunt. As the haunt is dispelled, he contemplates further and comes to a realization.

"The Plague of Madness! The ring has trapped a portion of the effects of the disease, and can only be reversed by the ring being used for its original purpose!" He breathes.

And I suspect I know who would use it here... He thinks as he glances back to Harmose.

As the haunt dissipates, Harmose's language skills return, and he catches the discussion of the ring. "It curses someone with the plague of madness? But, Polux..." He reaches out to touch his tall friend, and then the rest of Turel's words hit. "Wait a minute... Reversed by the ring being used for its original purpose?"

Harmose has never been slow. But here he is, aping another man's words, circling them around and around in his head as he looks to Aleris. And then he kneels on the floor.

"Aleris, I have a confession to make. Do you remember the ritual of sharing water?" He looks up at her with his brown eyes, and then reaches into his pack and pulls out a cup.* "That ritual... I told you it was for young people who were courting, and that's true. But the words that accompany the ritual, the words I said to you... those are words that someone says to the person they've decided to marry. Aleris, I decided on you that very night, but you were so nervous... I didn't want to spring it on you. Besides, that was my vow. Not yours. You... you can still back out. If you want to back out."

Harmose has never felt so vulnerable. What if she gets angry? What if she runs, frightened by the suddenness of it all?

"But if by chance, you still want this... if you still want me..." He takes the cup, waves his hand, and fills it with water. And then he swallows as he once again looks at the woman who means so much to him.

"I offer you water,
I offer you myself.
Drink deeply and
Quench your thirst."

"Aleris, will you have a broke, ignorant, flirt? Will you put up with the encumbrance of a noble title that you never asked for? Will you have me, and all the baggage that I bring? You can still say no. But I can't help but feel that the gods are telling me that the time to tell you how I feel is now. You're the one I want, Aleris. I love you."

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*Samy rule... There's got to be a cup that is under two gold, right?

Absolutely stunned by Harmose's words, a swirl of conflicting emotions rage in Aleris' mind and heart.

The water ritual is for engagement? That's...beautiful, actually.

But something that important and he didn't tell me just how significant it could be?

He meant well...and you probably would have bolted if he had told you.

This is crazy, he barely knows me!

Any crazier than traveling half the world on a lark?

She stares at Harmose but is keenly aware that all eyes are on the both of them. It wasn't just Harmose waiting to hear her answer; they all were.

What do I say? Oh Nel, what do I do?

"Harmose, I...I..."

"Come on Aleris, do you really need my help with this? I think you knew as soon as you figured out how to help the sad ghosts attached to that ring. Now quit standing around slack-jawed and give him your answer, okay? He's waiting on you!"

A genuine, radiant smile slowly creeps across the sylph's face as she feels her fear and hesitation melt away. Of course she knew the answer, it had just gotten drowned out for a moment by the part of her brain that always told her to look before leaping. That's all.

"It's funny...I told that monster downstairs that I came here to Osirion more or less on a whim, maybe to meet new peoples or creatures, just to say that I did," she replies softly. "But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I came here looking for something else, only I didn't realize it at the time because I'm silly and sometimes think too much instead of feel. Family..." her eyes travel over the others "and love," she finishes, blue-gray eyes locking with soft brown ones.

"I love you too, Harmose. Of course I'll marry you."

All lingering anger at Turel and concern for Polux vanish for the moment when Aleris gives her reply. Bouncing on her feet in excitement. Yay! That wraps things up very nicely. The haunt will.. and then stopping to look at Harmose, Did you try to trick her into marrying you before with the water?

Turel knew this day would come...he knew the significance of the water ritual, and he also remembered a night not long ago where Aleris bared her feelings to him...

As he feels a part of him dying, he steps away from the others and stares Am I strong enough to...to be there for him...for HER...They are my family and I cannot turn from them. My own feelings be damned.

As he stares back at them, he very nearly feels a sense of overwhelming despair flood his heart. As sobs threaten to erupt from him, he instead takes a few deep breaths remembering his training exercises.

Will it always be this hard...only time will tell. He sighs heavily and turns to face his family again.

He nods briefly to Deseri. "No Deseri, this is no trick." He puts a smile on his face and adds, "I...I am pleased...well pleased for the two of you. May you both find happiness among the sand dunes, and the oasis' waters.

Harmose's heart soars at Aleris's reply. "You'll have me!" He turns to the others, nearly leaping. "She'll have me!"

Then Deseri''s question hits.

"Trick her? No." He looks surprised by the question. "I would have never have trapped her. That's why I didn't let her repeat my words after I said them, that first time." He pauses. "I just hadn't found the courage to tell her how I felt yet."

Then he reaches out and hugs Turel in a fierce hug. "Brother, thank you for your blessing!"

Then he takes the glass, takes a sip, and offers it to Aleris. As he watches Aleris drink from the cup, he turns to Polux. "May I have that ring?"

Blushing deeply and looking at the ground. I meant no offence. Words sometimes just tumble out of my mouth. Sorry. Well done Sand Brain. I really need to work on the not blurting out what ever comes out of my mouth.

Cheeks still darkened, I am very happy for the two of you.

Don't be sad Turel there are a lot of fish in the sea doesn't work well in the desert so... There are a lot of Sphinx's in the sand, Scarabs in the Tombs. Janni in the desert. I am sad Hamy is taking Aleris off the market too. She is so sweet and innocent.

No worries Deseri. This is just a part of Turel growing up...and being hurt is a part of life. I know he will find happiness (whether with someone or alone. As for the Scarabs in the Tombs...well lets leave them alone shall we...I still remember the scene in the Mummy where those scarabs chewed up poor Bennie :(

Missed the haunt, but there is still a chance for her to catch some of the engagement! Was quite a surprise, 22 new gameplay posts waiting when I got home.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Knowledge: History: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Untrained Perform: Acting: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Kito is surprised to see all the furniture intact and doesn't realize until too late what is happening.

As people speak of the ring bringing on a plague, she immediately casts Guidance on Polux in hopes it would help him fight off any effects. She then asks "Who all has touched the ring?"

Hopefully if we act quickly enough, we can prevent it spreading. I wonder if this is contagious and we will need quarantine?

She is so wrapped up in thoughts of a plague that she doesn't react to the engagement.

A strange thought then occurs to her. Everyone understood the two lovers talking? I wonder what language they heard it in.

Samy, if you could tell us so that we can react appropriately.

Spellcraft to identify the ring once she is given a chance: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

"No, no trick," Aleris agrees, smiling happily. "Even though I'm sorry that you didn't feel like you could tell me the full story behind the water ritual. I'm not mad," she continues, holding up her hands quickly. "Just...it was basically a one-sided engagement of sorts, even if it was only for a few days. I'm sorry, that couldn't have been easy..."

Come on, happy occasion or not we've still got things to do! We can talk more later if we need to.

"Er, anyway! Thank you, everyone. It means a lot to me and to Harmose too, as you can see," she laughs. "But we probably shouldn't linger too much longer; we've still got the entire top level of this place to explore as well as the crypt outside if we're feeling brave. I know some of us are already raring to go," she says with a friendly wink at Qari. "We can celebrate tonight after we get back into town!"

Ra blinked finally, recovering from his astonishment.
"You proposed... in the middle of a haunted mansion?" He asked wonderingly.
He shook his head ruefully.
"That was either very courageous, or..." He stopped, unable to think of what he meant. "...really really bad." He continued, looking around for threats.

A strange thought then occurs to her. Everyone understood the two lovers talking? I wonder what language they heard it in.

Samy, if you could tell us so that we can react appropriately.

[dice=Spellcraft to identify the ring once she is given a chance]d20+10

Everyone heard it and understood it in Ancient Osiriani, as if they were briefly under the influence of Comprehend Languages or somesuch.

The ring is a ring of protection +1.

Qari laughed at Ra-Khefer's assessment of the situation. "Well, that's good for the both of you! As Ra-Khefer said, I bet neither of you thought that one day your engage,net would be confirmed in a haunted tomb, but love doesn't wait for any perfect situation, does it? Maybe we should head back to town to celebrate properly. This place has been abandoned a long time...one more night won't hurt anything!"

Turel shakes his head in reply to Qari. "I see no reason to return to town at this time. We are still reasonable healthy and able to continue onwards here."

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Once Polux has signaled his readiness to continue he starts up the stairs slowly, spear ready, watching out for hidden threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

As an aside, I think Aleris will be getting the ring here, no? :P

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Harmose stops. "Brother, a moment please?" Harmose doesn't know why Turel is shaken by the news of the engagement, but he can guess. Who wouldn't love Aleris? Hasn't everyone they've met found her as beguiling as a spring breeze?

Harmose turns to Aleris, Deseri, and Kito. "Can any of you do anything to help Polux fight off the fever? I'm all for us exploring the upper levels, but if Polux succombs, we'll need to go back town and get him rest and vials of antiplague."

Then taking Turel aside, back out into the courtyard, Harmose says softly, "Brother, I guess we have even more in common than I'd previously thought. You love her too, don't you?" He speaks gently, not a hint of accusation in his tone. "I'm so sorry I've hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

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Heal skill. Spend 10 minutes. Roll better than the Disease Fortitude DC of 16, and you can give Polux a +4 to his check. Can you guys try?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Something in Turel's voice catches pierces through the cloud of euphoria that Aleris had been feeling, stopping her almost dead in her tracks. As her eyes flicker to him and then back to Harmose, it finally becomes clear to her what Turel hadn't told either of them. She feels her face begin to flush and she quickly glances away again.

"That's right," she replies, trying to keep her own voice level. "And we've still got most of the day ahead. We'll have a look at Polux...it'll take some time though, so it looks like we're on break for the next little bit."

As Harmose and Turel move outside, she tries to busy herself with tending to Polux's injury...

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Although having something else to focus her immediate attention on helps it doesn't completely stop the shaking of her hands as she works, the events of the past several days replaying over and over in her mind. How had she missed it? Was she really that oblivious? Apparently so - and now she'd hurt the one other person besides Harmose that had been with her every step of the way since she'd arrived in Wati.

And that night at the Tooth & Hookah, I talked to Turel about Harmose and I had no IDEA. I'm such a fool...

As Turel follows behind Harmose, time seems to have slowed for him. He feels...disconnected in a way from his feelings. While not the fastest man to think on his feet, Turel has prided himself on being in touch with his feelings.

So why now could he not feel anything?

As he takes several deep breaths he feels a sense of...clarity coming over him. As he stares first at Harmose, then turning to watch Aleris treating Polux, he feels two conflicting emotions bubble forth.

One of Love...

One of Hate...

And Turel feeling both warring within him realizes now here a choice has been laid out for him, which path to travel down...

CHOOSE... The voice echoed from his bones, a voice he had heard before rarely, but still he knew it was a part of him.

I must choose here...NOW.

As Harmose addresses him directly, he barely hears the words uttered but is focused on the body language...happiness mixed with dejection...sadness...LOVE for his brother...him...

In that moment Turel knew that path he would take.

He smiles sadly, but his eyes are at peace. "MY brother, there is nothing to forgive."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Polux is still considering the implications, and the horror imprinted in the apparition they have just witnessed, when the first dizziness washes over him.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18

"I think I am well..." - he begins to reply to his companions, but then Harmose just takes off, and all of a sudden there's an engagement on the table. Turning to Kito, he reiterates - "I think I am fine"

Polux just smiles, and hands over the ring - "Congratulations" - he offers to both Harmose and Aleris, then busies himself with something else.

Grabbing a notebook from his pack, he notes down a name, while it is still fresh in his head - Ariseti.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Something is off on Turel's tone about continuing the exploration, but Harmose seems to be sorting it out with the monk, so Polux just shrugs it away, getting back ready to explore the rest of the ruins.

As Aleris approaches, he insists again, bowing - "I am well Aleris, thank you for your cares" - and moving to stand with Ra-Khefer - "Do the stairs look solid to you?"

Sense motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2 Blissfully oblivious as it should be. Maybe she is still mad and isn't paying attention to him. Going to go with that one.

Not thinking anything of Harmose speaking to Turel alone or the awkwardness that has settled over part of the group. Looking at Polux, Are you sure? We could come back tomorrow after having you checked out and with more fire bottles.

Grinning while looking at Aleris, I am sure the happy couple would like a little private celebration.

Once Polux starts asking about the stairs she mumbles to herself while shaking her head, All work and no play.

Sense motive 1d20 ⇒ 20

Qari puts her hand to her mouth at the realization of what was going on here. That's why Turel seemed a bit crabby! It makes sense now. . She didn't know the three in the triangle well enough to give an opinion. She pretended she didn't notice anything out of sorts.

Relieved, Harmose claps the shoulders of Turel. "Good. For there is no other man whose opinion I value so highly. Tonight, would you want to talk about it, or anything else, I'm here for you. I'm always here for you." Then he gestures back to the southwest chamber. "Shall we rejoin the others?"

Upon returning, he checks in with Polux. "Are you alright? Did you shake it off?" As Polux affirms his health, Harmose grins at his tall friend. "You are a hearty fellow, and I'm glad of it!"

As Polux takes notes in the mysterious Ariseti, Harmose takes the ring Polux offered him and offers it in turn to Aleris. "Would you be willing to wear this for me?"

Then taking a deep breath, he grins at the group like a man who's had all of his dreams suddenly come true. "Are we all ready to ascend the stairs? Standard marching order?"

"Do the stairs look solid to you?"

Ra stomped on the lowest riser.

"Yes! Forward, Let's see what the upper level of the House of Pentheru holds for us."

""I am well Aleris, thank you for your cares""

"Oh good...I was worried for a moment," she responds quietly, her cursory check agreeing with Polux's self-diagnosis. "And thank you."

Under other circumstances Deseri's sly grin would likely have caused her some embarrassment but with her emotions still reeling from her realization, all she can do is nod weakly. "Of course...but since we're already here it wouldn't hurt to go ahead and finish the job or at least make as much progress as we can."

When Harmose and Turel rejoin them, she gives them another quick glance. Although Turel's expression was difficult to read, Harmose seemed as cheerful as he was before they'd stepped away. So there was nothing to worry about...right? She does offer a genuine, if slightly weak, smile as he takes the ring and offers it to her. "Of course I would," she replies as she carefully slides it onto her ring finger.

As they prepare to head up the stairs and resume their exploration, she glides over to her betrothed and lightly places a hand on his arm. "Turel...Harmose, මම ඔහුට පසුව කතා කළ යුත්තේ හෝ ඔබ මම එයාට කාලයක් සඳහා විය යුතුයි නම් එය හොඳ වනු ඇත හිතන්නේ?" she whispers softly.

Looking at the ring without touching it, Kito says "Ironic."

Pointing towards the ring, she explains "The enchantment is commonly called a Ring of Protection." Looking towards Polux, she adds "Unfortunately, the protection it provides is a minor ward against getting hit in combat. It does not help against things like haunts."

Sense Motive, +2 for Thera: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Also a member of Club Oblivious.

Kito watches as Aleris treats Polux's potential contagion. I would help, but it seems Aleris has this taken care of.

She is puzzled by whatever Aleris says as they move towards the stairs.

Harmose takes her hand, and squeezes it. "ඔහු සෑම විටම කාලය ඔබ වෙනුවෙන්, අද රෑ එයාට කතා කරන්නම්. යන්න."

Then he releases her hand and turns his attention back to whatever lay waiting for them on the second floor.

Aleris feels a small bit of relief at Harmose's words. Speaking with Turel would probably be uncomfortable for both of them, but she knew that it needed to be done if they were all going to continue as a group and as a family.

But what do I tell him? That I'm sorry? No...can't let this distract me right now. There'll be time later.

She nods to Harmose and squeezes his hand in return before doing her best to bring her attention back to the task at hand.

[dice=Sense motive]1d20-2 Blissfully oblivious as it should be. Maybe she is still mad and isn't paying attention to him. Going to go with that one.

Not thinking anything of Harmose speaking to Turel alone or the awkwardness that has settled over part of the group. Looking at Polux, Are you sure? We could come back tomorrow after having you checked out and with more fire bottles.

Grinning while looking at Aleris, I am sure the happy couple would like a little private celebration.

Once Polux starts asking about the stairs she mumbles to herself while shaking her head, All work and no play.

"I'm sure they would" - Polux chuckles - "But we're in the middle of something, are we not?"

Upon returning, he checks in with Polux. "Are you alright? Did you shake it off?" As Polux affirms his health, Harmose grins at his tall friend. "You are a hearty fellow, and I'm glad of it!"

"I believe it is shaken off yes" - he smiles - "Heartier than I expected I'll say"

At Ra-Khefer's confirmation that the stairs look stable, Polux gets ready to move out.

Smiling at Polux. Well then lets get this bug infested tomb explored and catalogued properly so we can celebrate! Keeping her place but fidgeting until the group get to moving.

"Deal" - Polux winks at Deseri.

Aleris and Aleris alone can sense that the haunt is laid to peace, permanently destroyed, in the moment when she takes the ring.

The stairs seem quite solid despite their centuries-old age. You move onto a central landing on the second floor, which has doors to several surrounding rooms.

B20. Second Floor Balcony

This balcony wraps around a twenty-foot-square opening in the floor, overlooking the inner courtyard below and connecting the rooms of the second floor. Above, a square skylight in the ceiling provides natural light to the ground floor and ventilation for the entire building. To the southwest, two small staircases ascend from a landing on the grand staircase between floors. Six different sets of doors lead off of this balcony.

I have updated the map on Google to give an idea of the surroundings. The stairs are in the southwest corner, and the seaweed-looking square in the center represents an opening to the central courtyard below.

Knowledge:Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
"Looks like there used to be a safety railing around the balcony there. Don't fall." He said peering around. "And a shutter could be pulled across the skylight, for moderating light levels and temperatures." He thought aloud.

Harmose looks over the balcony. "Nice view of the courtyard. So we have six doorways. Shall we tackle the South Central one first? It's nearest the stairs. Do you want me to see if I can open the door with mage hand while the warriors stand by with weapons?"

Does it open with mage hand, or do we need Polux's deft fingers here?

The room at 6 o'clock from the central gap is not locked or jammed in any way, and will open with either hand or mage hand.

Harmose lets the warriors position themselves and then opens the door with magehand. "Shall we see what this one contains?"

"Indeed" - Polux agrees, returning to join the others after he has made certain no trapped mechanisms are in place.

Updated my position on the map, but am going to assume we will keep a semblance of the marching order, and Polux will not be alone there after the others have positioned themselves also :D

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"It's all laid out perfectly," Aleris comments as Ra-Khefer shares more about the house's design. "I bet it was very beautiful before the Plague." Her fingers absently play with the ring on her finger as she speaks, her thoughts on the ring's previous owner. Given where they'd found the ring, she could only assume that she'd been a daughter of Pentheru or perhaps another close blood-relative like a niece.

I wonder if Ariseti and her love had planned to one day have a house like this one?

"Huh? Oh yes, that sounds like a good idea Harmose," she responds as the party begins arranging themselves near one of the doors and hurries to move into position. "I don't like us all being bunched up in a single line and I'd rather not be trying to shoot over Polux's head if I stand behind him, so I'll move over to the other side of the stairs. It gives me a better shot and it'll be easier to surround anything that might come out."

Kito goes up to the edge so she can peer down at the inner courtyard. "I agree, the view of the courtyard would have been magnificent."

She then goes over to where Polux is and casts her Guidance blessing on him and Ra-Khafer before taking her position.

Qari nodded. "It would have been nice to have seen his place in all its majesty. With some work, it might even be suitable for a wedding, you know," Qari says as she looks around admiring the place.