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Gusts of air swirl all around Eruaphen sending his long silky hair and man blouse rippling. The cruise director grabs Rosie by the arm, and pulls her away from the trap door to safety, That's not until the third act my dear! We're here to dazzle them Rosie, set the stage then leave them begging for more! With a new song qued up the magician gestures with his hands as his legs and body keep up the beat. The air pressure changes around Borak as an unseen force builds around the villain. Eruaphen spins and with a snap of his finger compels Borak to stand upright, held rigid by an arcane power the likes of which have not been seen since last Saturday night at Kitty Laverne's Boom Boom Club - but that's another story.
You never did Murphy. Eruaphen turns to the others and as he shoos them out the door mutters, Man's as smart as a post. Requested Parakeet once, poor chap sent me a pigeon.
Rolling his eyes in a kind of campish manner, the cruise director gestures with his palm up, Well, it looks like we've missed Borak yet again. I suggest we stop dallying here and make for the Engine Room; that's all Murphy had to offer, I'm sure. With a swipe of his golden phone, the magician walks off.
The Cruise Director laughs boyishly at Sampet's strong arm attempt, trying to play it off as a bad joke. Eruaphen remembers Murphy as being an annoyance at the most inconvenient of times, especially when one least expects - even after careful planning.
Eruaphen's face relaxes and he runs his fingers through his hair, The Gemini Hotel? The cruise director places a finger on his chin, You know, I did a show there not long ago. Went pretty well if I recall. There's a good chance the manager there remembers me! Pleased with himself, Eruaphen smirks furtively at the possiblity that he could provide the group with a figurative 'foot-in-the-door' to speak with the manager.
Looking like a mad man on the threshold of doing something insane, Eruaphan runs his fingers through his long glorious hair, his eyes wild in thought.
The music stops. Wait, what? Poisoned? Who's poisoned? There is clear panic written all over Eruaphen's face, like he just learned his producer has dropped his contract, Us?! So, so, so how long?
The ship's Cruise Director turns to congratulate Rosie, Well done girl! You see, the music sets the tone my dear! The magician taps his Golden phone, shuffling his selection of music. Strutting into the establishment, Eruaphen is just in time to witness Jensens firing upon the skeleton, Haza! Rosie, the battle continues anew! Strike your pose girl! Forming an elaborate gesture with his hands, Eruaphen flicks his long blonde hair and sets his eyes menacingly upon the skeletons. The air crackles with electricity sending the ends of his hair raising upward as if by magic. The magician finishes the pose, pointing a finger at the other skeleton thus sending a bolt of electricity slamming into the undead form.
From the opposite direction, the Angel's Cruise Director rounds the corner, background music blaring. Now face to face with the rest of the crew and seeing a squad of gun wielding security guards, Eruaphen doesn't even pause to break his stride. Throwing both arms up, he tilts his head in dramatic fashion, keeping beat with the music. His eyes return glaring, the magician spins and with his hands hurls red and yellow handkerchiefs towards the armed men. Confounded! It was supposed to be a ball of fire!
Ever the showman, Eruaphen bows graciously, We shall blow them away with our talents Rosie! Just you watch. Leading the way, the ship's CD's long confident strides causes his hair to wave and manly blouse to billow. I would not presume to impose upon you Rosie, however I find a little background music sets the stage. Flipping open his gold embossed communicator he selects his music app and furrows his brows in a most serious sort of way as a notes fill the air, Its an antique you know, Eruaphen gestures to his phone, All good magicians carry an antique or two with them, for credibility naturally. In no time at all the two crew members alight the Angel and make for Thirsty's in dramatic runway fashion.
By the time Eruaphen was ready, the ship had gone silent and everyone had left. Striding out into the halls the ship's CD was not pleased, No one tells me anything. Where have they gone to now? Groaning, If Zanbabe had let me take on an assistant I would not always be the last to know! Flipping open his communicator, an early 21st century Gold Samsung Galaxy Pro, Eruaphen checked his messages, Garbage, nonsense, who the devil is Frank? AH! Thirsty's.
I'll attach the puppet strings, but really there's not much going on...yet.
Maybe she upgraded to Windows 10...
Nothing seems to be happening. Perhaps the amulet merely unlocks the sarcophagus. Auric, lets try to get this lid off.
Nodding along with Rose, Eruaphen agrees with the witch's interpretation of the markings adding, It's a very old dialect.
Southern Canada, eh? East or west?
I've got a bad feeling about this...
Eruaphen pauses his investigations to listen for a moment as the women sort out their differences. Recognizing the timeless debate of ethics, the elf smiles to himself and this thoughts reflect on something his father seems to enjoy repeating, As long as the ends justify the means... As the discussion winds down, the elf diverts his eyes and resumes his check.
Rejoining the group, Eruaphen welcomes Rose's healing charms - indeed her particular blend of magic is a bit of a rush for the elf. Thank you fair witch. As usual, your charms are, thrilling. Flushed with his regained health, the disciple smiles and bows his head in gratitude towards Rose before he turns his attention to the sarcophagus behind which he'd sought refuge. Examining the markings and lid, Eruaphen tries to determine how to open it and more importantly, if he should. What do you think, should we take a look inside?
Stars float past Eruaphen's eyes. The elf quickly realizes this skeleton's hammer is too much for him and decides he needs to make tracks. Holding up his swords more for show than utility, before the skeleton can bring its hammer down upon him again, Eruaphen calls upon his training and tumbles left and makes for a position behind the sarcophagus.
You Jetsetter you :)
Can you do assists with tripping? SA to feint robbing the skeleton of its dex bonus? Knocking it prone is a better idea. Also, his protection may be limited to the type of attack. Auric is using his claws while Rennai and I have bludgeoning weapons.
Seeing he is not the only one to occupy this cell, Euraphen springs to action...and misses. I doubt I'm fairing any better than the girl...
Holding back his urge to gag, Euraphen tries to orientate himself. Drawing his sword, the elf's eyes take in his surroundings as he seeks to find the source of what may be creating such a stench.
Following the muddy tracks, the elf cautiously advances to the center of the chamber. The hammer may glow for Rose's eyes but I have a bad feeling about it. There is an evil taint about its design and markings, I will not touch it. Looking up, Euraphen wonders if perhaps the girl was lifted away or...his eyes shoot back to the floor, Did she fall further?
I can see the girl's foot prints. They lead almost directly to the chair and then, ends. Euraphen follows Rennai into the chamber, his keen elven eyes also seeking answers to the mystery of the girls tracks. Along the way, he tries to remember having read anything relating to the markings on the chair and sarcophagus or the armor and weapon clutched in the skeleton's hands.
As the witch's eyes look over the room, Eurphen adds, I can see the girl's foot prints. They lead almost directly to the chair and then, ends. There is a sarcophagus behind the stone chair, perhaps... He does not finish his conjecture but allows his companions to fill in the blanks, besides, with Rose here, the elf realizes the room is now light.
Surprised to see the skeletal figure Euraphen holds up his hand to stay his comrades, then puts a finger to his lips. As the elf's eyes take in the contents of the room he whispers, This doesn't feel right.Turning to Kalla Euraphen describes what he sees, There is a large circular chamber. At the center sits the skeleton of an ancient warrior. Looking over his shoulder he states to the others, Better have Rose take a look before we enter.
Offering Auric the crowbar Euraphen shrugs, Care to give it a whirl?
Euraphen shrugs, I see no harm in looking around once more. It will give Rose time to better discern where this protective magic is located.
As Auric draws near Euraphen reaches into his pack and inquires, What of the magic Rose detected in the area, did she say? Retrieving a crowbar, the elf looks at the wooden door for a sound place to start prying it open.
Amused by Kalla's acrobatics, Euraphen shakes his head and tries to be sympathetic, Sometimes the direct approach is the most effective Kalla. Hold on, we'll be there shortly. As Rose contemplates the meaning of the aura she has detected, Euraphen reaches into one of the larger pockets of his backpack and removes a rope. Form fitting, it's padded blue straps look comfortable. Looking for something to secure the line to, the elf remembers the pitons he'd seen earlier in town. Figures. I just knew I should have...
Adding to Rennai's assessment and Rose's translation of the stone, Euraphen remarks, If it landed here, where is the crater? As it is at the top of a hill, I suggest it was moved. Running a hand over the black stone and some of the symbols upon it, the elf reflects, This language is both ancient and quite different than any form of the common tongue once widely spoken here. Nearly 2,000 years ago, there was a race of savage warlike humans who raided and ravaged this place. The leader of these raiders was a legendary warrior-chieftain named Caragthax the Reaver. He was said to have been blessed by dark gods and invulnerable in battle. If this is true, perhaps such a being would have the resources to accomplish such a feat of moving this stone and marking it such. With Rennai making preparations to descend, Euraphen interrupts her, Rose's advice is prudent, let me go first. Grabbing hold of the rope, Euraphen makes his way into the sink hole. He is careful not to touch the walls along the way as he keen eyes search for anything out of the ordinary.
Standing ahead of the group upon the barrow-hill, a tall blonde haired elf carefully examines the ground near the stones. A pair of dark lenses shield pale light sensitive eyes. If the girl's weight managed to break through... Be careful Rose. The ground here may yet be unstable.
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