|Anubisemonekeh the Dreadseer|
Amunet-Ra listens to the dreadseers words and then nods gravely, herding the group towards the entrance after the druid took off, untill Cae runs forward.
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[Dice=Perception]1d20+14 (+2 vs traps/+1 vs surprise round)
What are you talking about there weird poet? Amunet-Ra asks as she walks over, followed by an Oh..
She looks from the gory debris to Cae, mustering him deeply.
Do you recognize the remains of anyone you have known here? You seem shocked?
Is this already in the tomb or at the entrance, outside? Also, should i know something there? Or would Amunet know something about that?
The highly-attuned senses of the Serpent Singer elf detect a pit trap at the entrance of the tomb. It was avoided by the recently-felled beasts by means of their winged locomotion, but the pressure plate installed under a large stela set into the floor will assuredly be triggered by the steps of one of the present company of would-be interlopers.
The unexpected death of the elf Malkaer unleashes a roiling torrent of necromantic energies, a powerful aura which gradually becomes physically-perceptible to the naked eye. It churns in tumultuous currents of aquamarine light, laced with the inky web of a shadowed matrix. Churning within its storm-like interior is a flickering energy that pulses with a veritably organic rhythm.
Even more unexpectedly, the tumult detaches in a high-vaulting arc to graze Amunet-Ra with one of its flailing tendrils.
The spasmodic touch of the electric tentacle stirs something primal within the elven maiden... an unquenchable thirst for life, and a brooding darkness.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Dreadseer speaks again in the tribe's tongue of hands,
"Daughter of our people, you know well the strange climes of these ruins. I see your aura, and you have assuredly been blessed among our number, and been reborn by the passing of this brother elf as one of the holy half-dead. Assuredly, the Sisters of the Gloamingtide will welcome you amongst them when you return again to your people from this quest for knowledge," the Dreadseer refers to the small retinue of the half-dead Serpent Singers who occupy a place of unique prominence among their people.