“What a clever way of resting we’ve discovered,” Saeth murmured. “How long before this wizardry consumes us both?” She tried to keep a touch of fear out of her voice, but this was really not how she wanted to die; on her back, immobile, and quite possibly of starvation.
The priest turned around, “Miklos what do you think?”
Miklos stepped in next to Maruc. Feldard, quite possibly the stronger of the two, had limited movement. Saeth, he could see, had a good degree more she only seemed pinned by her sword. What was strange was the way Feldards chainmail seemed to be being sucked onto the surface it a bizarre gravity-defying way and the flat of his axe blade firmly affixed to the object his iron helmet making a valiant attempt to pull his head off by the chinstrap. Possibly this was some sort of giant lodestone?
“Maruc, you were wise not to enter the room. See how the stone seems to suck at the metal, yet not at Mistress Saeth’s leather armour?” He paused, “I will need your help. Remove any metalic items you have and place them safely away from this area.” Miklos, not taking any chances, removed his silver daggers. He tied a rope around his waist and looped it around the railing and gave the other end to Maruc. Leaning his staff against the railing within ease reach he gingerly stepped forward to untie Seath’s scabbard.
“This is no wizardry. This is a giant lodestone as our mage suggests. I should have recognized it before but for the size of it” The dwarf mumbled grumpily. He had managed to get his helmet off and turn over onto his back. His battle axe laid next to him. With enough effort, he was able to raise his arms, and even his shoulders slightly, but could not get up on his own.
With her scabbard released, Saeth was able to rise. Though she still had a few small pieces of metal on her person, such as her belt buckle, the magnetic pull was not strong enough to restrain her.