Drake makes his way swiftly towards the fresh air, along the passage. All the time keeping his senses alert for any metallic objects either behind the walls, or on the ground.Arcanus wrote:The air is coming from the passage ahead of Drake.
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Ok, I will leave the ground and see where the wave of wind or force is heading.Curren felt whoozy, the culmination of wounds weighed heavily upon, but he sensed it he had reached the citedal, so the final answer lay here he thought.
Staggering, Curren looked around bleary eyed for his companion, but no sign of the gnome was evident.
The ground shuddered, Curren blinked a a circular wave of wind or force erupted from somewhere, flowing across sand and bricks like a tide.
Is it acting like a sea wave would? Building at points and pushing forward in a wall type shape? I would almost imagine from your description it would almost be like the ripples that are made from a drop of water hitting a body of water.
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A shiver of trepidation ran down Franks spine, the glyphs were like nothing he'd ever seen before, the only semblance of recognition he drew was a vague similarity to the periodic table for metals.Drake wrote: Logic + Willp: 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 3 3 2 (8 Hits!)
However their was something else, something that formed a dull ache in the centre of his forehead when he tried to read them.
Travelling slowly forward Frank started to descend a ramp, the square hewn corridors opening into a geometic chamber similar to something from Eschers drawings.
As his eyes became accustomed, he took in what looked like some kind of atrium, a rectangular pool lay in the centre, filled with a glutaneous fluid.
Further ramps descended at a gentle gradiant leading to archways in the opposite walls.
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Hovering Malthalamus took in the symbol, he pondered for a while, until a bird landed upon his shoulder.Curren wrote: 11 9 5 5 5 4 3 3 2 1 1 1 5 hits
Slowly and cautiously he turned his head, to see a perfect replica of a blackbird, but made or woven from strands of silver and brass wire.
The bird cocked its head, its strand eyes not so much as blinking but rippling from strand to strand.