As the dwarf left the room in a huff, Maruc shrugged. Oh well, if Feldard finds anything interesting he’ll come and get us, he thought.
Saeth shrugged slightly, cleaning her blade. She supposed a few minutes made no more difference at this point—who knew what time it was now, anyway? Besides, it wouldn’t feel horribly to sit down, just for a bit.
Hasan, curious about the heirloom, agreed with Miklos and stayed behind. As he was about to hand over the pendant to the mage, he once again saw the inscription, and now, without a gargoyle trying to rip him apart, he had time to read the elven script:
Stone of Power/Stone of Bright
Giving Men Their Rays of Light
Forces Dark Will Thou Make Small
Weak’ning Men of Night’s Dark Call
Putting Ring into the Back
Vengeance Give to Those in Black
After reading the passage in Common for the others, he handed over the pendant to Miklos for examination.
“What do you make of it Miklos?” pressed the cleric
“”Patience!” the mage snapped. “How is one supposed to think and study with all this racket?”
Hasan shared interest in the study Miklos was undertaking, and listened closely as well to the incantation the human used to better divine the amulet’s powers. “Such a useful skill for one so young to have acquired,” he thought. Warming to the familiar tingling of magic being summoned, he thoughts continued, “The ingenuity of these humans is impressive. And both Miklos and Maruc appear well grounded in causes beyond narrow self-interest. There is much even an Elyan could learn from people like these.” In silence, Hasan passed Miklos his ring and showed him how the two pieces fused together.
He continued his study of the spell book and, after combining the pieces together to create the talisman, he cast an analyze spell. As in the laboratory, there was a bright flash of light the moment the ring was fused to the pendant.
Though his spell was limited in scope, Miklos quickly understood that the item he held in his hands was the most powerfully enchanted piece he had ever held. It was an incredibly powerful ward against the dark arts, creating a radius of protection around itself. However, its power was waning, for only one, perhaps two, charges remained.
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The dwarf meanwhile had, come to the realization that the others hadn’t followed him out from the mirror’d hall. He glared sullenly at the closed door before him. The wiser part of him knew he should return to the others.. or at the very least wait for them here WITHOUT opening the door, but the dwarf was growing impatient and slightly on edge with all the magicks. He was warrior.. what need did he have for rings and amulets? He put his trust well made steel. His thumb tested the edge of his axe for a moment, and he nodded. Let them wait. He’d clear out the rest of the chambers alone if need be! He tested the handle of the door and strode through.
The dwarf found himself in an empty prison cellblock. He stood in a hallway that was approximately 60 feet long, with six cell doors—three on each side.