Hauling elfmaids to and fro was more tiring than he expected; but then Feldard was still dealing with many number of wounds and an astounding lack of sleep. The dwarf was almost grateful to have Miklos discover another teleporter which deposited them back in the midst of the statues once more. Even though the mage insisted that the magic would be reversed once the Opal touched the obelisk, he couldn’t keep his gaze from the now green gemstones. “You sure, it’s not as simple as just touching the stone again?” He grunted, as he did his best to manage the elves as they struggled against their bindings.
Maruc laid Saeth down as gently as he could, pleased to be relieved of the weight. He was concerned less about his burden than the fiery gaze Hasan was giving Miklos and the bazarre change that had come over Miklos. Hasan had not deserved Miklos’s haughty words. He crossed the chamber to Hasan and put a friendly hand upon his shoulder. “Have no fear for Miklos, he is well meaning, if a little clumsey.” he said with his old grin paying across his lips. “What he lacks in common sense he makes up for with intellect. Mighty Halav would not have gathered us together lest each had a part to play. Place your trust in Halav Incarnate and He will not lead you false.”
Miklos strode from the teleporter with purpose. He withdrew the Opal from his pocket. He mulled over his mind what words would be appropriate at this moment, something grand perhaps?
He pulled himself up to his not inconsiderable height and announced. “Well, ….erm lets see if this works?” He paused for a moment. Some part of his mind was fighting against itself.
Hasan smoldered still as he watched Miklos. Invoking the obelisk’s was Hasan’s plan too. He felt compelled to grab the stone from the human, and claim it for his clan. He stopped himself. Where were these thoughts coming from? This group had saved his people from a horrible fate, and now, here he was gripping his scimitar in anger. He shook his head, and willed the dark thoughts away. What the mage did next with the Opal, if it survived the obelisk’s touch, would determine their fate.
Slowly, the young mage’s hand brought the Black Opal Eye nearer and nearer to the Obelisk. At last, he pressed the dark gemstone against it, and the Black Opal Eye shattered into dust in the young mage’s hand.
The elven maidens ceased struggling against their bindings as they slipped into unconsciousness, as the eyes of the dragonheaded, blackstone statues became aglow with bright white light. The effect only lasted for a moment, as those gems too were shattered into dust, and the ominous statues crumbled into thousands of pieces. And lastly, its work complete, the obelisk’s white stone faded into a dull gray as its power had been drained away.
“A pity. I seem to have missed out on the climax to our quest,” muttered Saeth. “Having been trapped in that accursed statue will no doubt hinder me in properly finishing the composition of my epic.”