“Ashira,” Maruc said walking around the statue. “What manner of man is Dentiata who would waste the art of a sculptor in some weird door opening device. No only that, he has concealed his own dungeons, but I suppose that is because he wanted to prove to the locals that he was really harmless. That is up until the point you actually look at the tapestries concealing the entrance. This man was obviously insane, either that or he hated the sculptor so much he locked him up with his own work.” Maruc grinned at his own macabre joke. “Can you explain the nature of the inscription?”
Saeth stood back, taking in the scenery, as the humans discussed the situation. The statue was most intriguing, and she wondered if it was magical, placed here out of place as a tool rather than decor.
“Here, let me show you how it works,” said Ashira responding to Maruc. She turned towards the statue. “Down, please.” The statue then abruptly changed the direction in which it was pointing from north, to east. Ashira then walked to the east wall, and pushed on one of the blocks of stone, revealing a secret door. “There are three small secret rooms behind the walls in this chamber. All provide passage to the lower level, but only the one the statue is pointing to shall function.”
Opening the door, she revealed a small 10′ by 10′ room. She entered the room and waited for the others to follow.
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“So either Dentiata was either working alone to re-establish these “Sons of Night” for his own uses, or he thought he was. In which case, it is likely that others more powerful than him using him without his knowledge. Could Sevastian have made himself into that undead creature of his own volition? What was his position in the fraternity he was a member of? And could other more powerful members have learned how to turn themselves into more powerful undead?”
Nicolai thought for a minute, and added “And if so, how much have we annoyed them by destroying Dentiata? And who exactly is Nyx? It’s not a name either legendary or Immortal that I have heard of.”
Miklos looked up, he must have been talking aloud to himself but the quiet Nicolai had patiently reading over his shoulder as he studied the book. Miklos leafed though the black parchments that maruc had left on the corner of the desk in passing. He glanced up. “This must be very boring for you, I thought you’d have been with the others, they’d have need of your skills no doubt in opening lock as so forth. Still its pleasant to have some company.”
He paused thoughtfully concidering the young rouges words. “Dentiata wanted to start a Sons of Night group here with him as Grand Darker, perhaps we have missed a point. What the point of the location of the tower might have been was its proximity to Specularum itself. There are few places in the world that offer the resource he is looking for, namely learned acolytes. Educated people he could convince to join him in his studies. Specularum has its own Mage guild. It would be a small thing to poach four students from the guild, we are all taught that knowledge itself is not evil but its application. I now see, thanks to your help Nicolai, that this is a dangerous premise. A student with ambition and little patience could easily be beguiled by such as Dentiata.”
Miklos leant back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, “As to your point that Dentiata is the pawn of some hidden agency, we have little proof. It’s an interesting thought though, but we mustn’t let our theories mold the evidence. More the other way round. It is more probable that Sevastian wanted to prolong his days beyond the Dread Night, in this it would be logical to desire the half-life than no life at all, wouldn’t you agree? As to whether he could do it, these texts may hold the key. What is evident is that he certainly succeeded. The book holds no references to Sevastian or others of his group that I have discovered so far. But I am not relishing your train of thinking.”
At his last comment Miklos nodded grimly, “Maruc also mentioned this to me eariler, he said we may have unbalanced the power within Sevatian’s group, if indeed he was in one, we have no definite proof yet. As to what will happen is anyone’s guess so we must be vigilant and tread carefully. By Dentiata’s records he has made no mention of any success in recruiting so we do not know what numbers we face. Possibly another four if he was fortunate but I doubt in the timescale he has had here he has managed to form a particularly well informed group.”
“As to Nyx, my guess would be that she is either an evil Higher Power or some form of Greater Undead that was once a powerful Mage or Priest. Saeth might know, Elves have their own unique histories that are clearer than ours.” Miklos snapped the book shut and gathered up the papers and stowed them in his bag. “We shall talk more on the way down. Let us see what our friends are doing downstairs.” With that Miklos left the room in search of the rest of the party.