As his eyes became accustomed to the gloom after the fiery room Miklos stalked around the room casting his eyes over the statues. Hmm, three statues, Witches Three, Rahasia is safe but two maidens are trapped, one we have seen. Two green stones, one red. Green for unactive, red for active? Surely no light would show if no magic were present? The palm print…like that of the teleport device that brought him here. Perhaps its is some sort of teleport?
He stalked around some more. Then suddenly the dwarf joined him.
The dwarf gave a shudder as he realised that once more he’d been unwittingly transported to like the mage before him. As he glanced about he took note of the statues and then the iron throne. He wasn’t of a mind to care about the glowing eyesocket gems—they would only bring about more magics, no doubt. The empty eyesocket of the smaller statue however was rather telling. “The Black Opal Eye.”
So they were in the right spot.. but where were the Witches? Or rather the possessed maids they were here to save? Feldard moved away from the center of the room and began an circuit, checking the walls, yet keeping a respectful distance from the statues. He had no desire to experience yet more magic.
Shortly thereafter, Hasan, Maruc and Saeth joined them.
“Ahh there you all are. Splendid,” said the young mage as he joined Feldard at the throne. “The Opal goes here then?” He cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “My friends you’ll notice that two of the statues glow a different colour to that of the third. My guess is that they hold some relation to the witches. As Rahasia is safe with her kin only two of these have been used. Perhaps in some dark ritual? My advice would be not to touch…”
As he spoke, Saeth had wandered over to the statue in the center and placed her hand in the carven spot along the neck. She and the statue were both bathed in bright red light, and then the elven swordswoman fell to the ground unconscious.