[ Smart thinking on Mòrag's part—the wall of flame does seem to do something. Three ghosts dash through the fire, undeterred, and one fizzles as it makes contact.
Two, however, make it through. ]
For Ser Alec!
[ One, sword in hand, turns to slash at Mòrag (17), landing another well-placed blow onto her arm. The other, also armed with a sword, slashes at Kurapika (16) across his back as he retreats.
Kurapika, and any who join him afterwards, crosses the threshold into the vault. Now's the time to thank boyfailure Akira for the protection spell, because even with it on, it feels like the energy in here is unbearable, and the protection spell is doing all it can to keep the very fibre of your being from tearing apart.
An unusual energy, the sorts you have never felt before, pulsates painfully from the purple glow. It resonates with...something, in the air, but you can't tell what.
As you approach the crate, you see the source of the purple glow is medium-sized lump, about the size of a large housecat. There is no door on the crate. The container is open. ]
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Two, however, make it through. ]
For Ser Alec!
[ One, sword in hand, turns to slash at Mòrag (17), landing another well-placed blow onto her arm. The other, also armed with a sword, slashes at Kurapika (16) across his back as he retreats.
Kurapika, and any who join him afterwards, crosses the threshold into the vault. Now's the time to thank boyfailure Akira for the protection spell, because even with it on, it feels like the energy in here is unbearable, and the protection spell is doing all it can to keep the very fibre of your being from tearing apart.
An unusual energy, the sorts you have never felt before, pulsates painfully from the purple glow. It resonates with...something, in the air, but you can't tell what.
As you approach the crate, you see the source of the purple glow is medium-sized lump, about the size of a large housecat. There is no door on the crate. The container is open. ]