Feldard backed away from the ceiling column of fire, and edged towards a wall. More damn hoity-toity elfspeak, and spellcraft. He didn’t envy the mage in the least.
Maruc glanced swiftly back at the doorway wondering if he had time to grasp Miklos and drag him into the main antechamber—but events where overtaking him, to die in a conflagration would not serve Halav, but he could not leave a friend in peril. Valuable seconds passed in indecision….
Nicolai backed immediately out of the room expecting the onrush of his friends as the flames danced across the ceiling.
The mage glanced across to the Elves. Neither the cleric, rogue or dwarf would understand the riddle. He bearly grasped the translation himself. Still, the riddle was not about to defeat him. The Obelisk gave the first clue; “Beyond the Temples of Elements Three”. This was plainly the Temple of Fire.
“The temples of Fire,” he called in elvish, the others clicked into place—that which runs and is never weary—obvious, “Water,” that which cries and is never seen? Certainly not Earth! “and Air!”
Hasan stepped toward the mage, confident Miklos had deciphered the riddle correctly. Besides, the elf thought with a wry smile, with magic this powerful, a few steps in either direction likely wouldn’t avoid any ill fate.
For a moment, the column of fire running along the ceiling of the room flared up, but then it quickly receded as the altar and Miklos were bathed in amber light originating from the handprint. In a flash, Miklos disappeared the light upon the altar continued to pulse.