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Isen nodded, holding his now weaponless hands out.
Isen considered the small figures, wondering if they were younger acolytes or simply from a smaller race, but moved to a place they could see and waited for a moment to see if there was any response. His recent experience as a rock certainly gave him patience and practice.
Isen nodded. "We'll do more when we can." He hoped they were unaware and resting peacefully, but there was nothing to be done for them now.
Isen looked at statues. "Perhaps we can store them in the creature's lair, seal it, and return when we have the power to repair and then revive the people here." If they were like him these people were not dead, but frozen in this existence. It was horrifying.
As the yolk flowed over the stone form of Isen it slowly reverted back to flesh, cloth and metal as the effect slowly spread across the fallen Elf a piece at a time. Suddenly he lurched upwards, taking a gasping breath as the stone released its hold on his lungs and he discovered a deep and impressive need for air once more. "That...was...deeply...unpleasant..." the Rogue panted, laying down again. "Did you win?"
Suddenly, I imagined the black dragon wearing a big furry hat and cane.
I assume the blood doesn't revert Isen to flesh?
Isen used Harden...it had no effect.
Isen was mostly fine, just very stiff. A little chipped here and there.
Isen feared he heard faint cries of 'Nii! Nii!'
Isen continued his new career as an ornament.
Isen turned to stone, and fell the to the ground.
Isen joined in the ranged attack, floating to the side of the group, and spending more power to do so.
I think we have a plan of action, boss.
Isen sighed. "If it follows true dragons, red would be a poor sign. And we don't even know if it's intelligent enough to speak to. I can try calling out to see if it will speak, but I agree with Phai - it will likely end in a fight."
Thinking for a few moments, Isen said, "I can speak Draconic, so we if it's intelligent as a dragon then it's possible. Did your friend note what colour it is? It might not be the same with this one, but metallic coloured dragons tend to be friendlier. It might be the same with this." He tried to think of anything else useful.
"It might be a more recent development, and explain why they haven't heard from this other abbey for some time." Isen glanced at the others. "Does anyone have any idea what might turn people to stone with a bite?"
"I fear those statues may have once been people," Isen murmured to the others as he drew his sword.
Being a cautious fellow, Isen checked out the sandblasted statues, partially to make sure that they weren't some kind of sandblasted golems instead.
Isen rested with the others, and then made sure his warm-weather clothing was clean and in good repair before changing into it. He had no desire to suffer heat stroke. Once done, he was ready to leave.
"What you can do will be appreciated," Isen said with a nod.
Isen considered. "Would you be able to trade for garb that would help us resist the heat?" he asked hopefully.
Isen considered, and shook his head. "Alas, I am better equipped to deal with the cold than I am the heat."
"That seems completely reasonable," Isen agreed. They weren't racing against the clock, so time was a small price to pay.
Isen watched to see how the monk felt about this idea, and how likely they were going to be swarmed by angry devotees.
Isen shrugged. It was less about whether they had won the right and more about there host's reaction. "We need it, and they do not. It is simply a matter of whether or not they need to know it's gone."
Isen nodded placidly. "Then do we try and explain to our hosts that we have taken a major religious artifact in the hope that we will repair there world, or do we hope that none of them will notice since they don't come down here often?"
"We planned to leave a copy of what we have," Isen considered, "Would a copy of this one be enough for what we need? Or do we need the original?"
"I suppose dismantling it is one way to protect its secrets," Isen mused, and hoped it wasn't somehow encoded as well. He always struggled with such puzzles as a child.
Isen moved around the room cautiously, trying to determine what was happening.
Isen smiled, a little proud. "It comes at a cost, and requires a certain focus. I can cast limited destructive magics, these healing spells, and some illusions...and that is all for now." He glanced back to Phai. "How does that feel now?"
Nodding, Isen repaired some of the damage that the creature did. "I'm using what my people refered to as 'Life Magic'. It's somewhat less potent than the style of spells you seem to use, which are more focused and powerful. These are more weaker but broader in design."
Isen sighed as the creature fell. "What do you need, Phai? It seemed to do a lot of harm to you."
Sorry I'm slow, stuff is happening. Used Restore.
I can restore ability drain, if you'd prefer.
Given how ineffective he'd been so far, Isen moved to Phai and tapped her, giving her back some of the health she had lost in this fight.
Isen tried again.
Isen winced as the torrent of attacks struck Phai, and tried to attack again. Perhaps being a little more successful would help.
"I really hope this is not the saint we're looking for," Isen murmured as he readied his sword to attack. Hopefully it was some kind of defender.
Isen scanned the area for traps, as he wasn't sure that the the monks would recall if there were any, or tell them if there was. He was likely simply being paranoid, but it was better to be paranoid and alive.
Isen gestured to the walls. "It should be safe enough to remove the bricks, and be simple enough to leave them in a state to be reused. My own concern is more why did the brick up these passages? It's hardly a barrier, really, and yet they did so." What were they trying to keep out, or keep in?
Isen attempted to determine if mining out the passages was actually wise, safe or possible.
"But they don't come down here," Isen said, clearly confused. "How long have the people in these tubes been...here?" Isen could think of few things worse than being trapped, dreaming, in some kind of strange mud prison.
Isen looked at the cylinders with curiosity, attempting to divine there purpose.
Isen tilted his head, having not found much of either use or danger, and considered. "Perhaps I misunderstood. I was under the impression that the Opus Aeterna was some kind of book, or a series of writings?"
Isen checked the area for traps. Since no one had been down here for quite some time he wasn't sure that such things simply hadn't been passed along.
"Moss is fine, and thank you for it." He glanced at the others. "However, I believe I am quite eager to begin this journey, if my colleagues are."
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