The large oaken doors stand tall and mighty in front of the brothers. They seem to quiver in anticipation as they approach them, as if a long held breath will be released when they are opened.
A voice from the shadows wispers “Adventure awaits behind every door, how cool does that sound when said like this, adventure awaits behind every door, huh pretty cool”
“Yes very cool. Would you like me to open that now? I believe I picked it more than a day ago.”
“would you like me to open that now do you see how you sound, not like me, adventure behind every door” We walk through the door cautiosly and I scout about, maintaining cover in the shadows
The brothers come into a well lit room, a short stair case leading to a platform. Three knight statues stand facing outward, their swords buried in the ground. One is missing his sword. Inside their circle, almost imperceptible to the natural eye, is a young woman. Her hair is like a raven’s, her skin a deathly pale, and her eyes a vibrant blue. She looks up as the brothers approach, almost as if she knows they are there.
Marcusio advances into the room. His eyes notice the woman, but move over her as another piece of the room to be analyzed. As he looks about he also casts his mind outwards, looking for the mysterious woman out of phase.
As the brothers move about the room, they blink and notice she has changed positions very rapidly without appearing to have moved.
“Marcusio, she’s in a powerful trap, maybe you could try and find out what happened, I will study the trap a bit more”
People. It’s been a while since some people came in, but the men are flitting about like little fish, and it is difficult for Zia to tell through the barrier whether they were people she really wants to associate with or not. Oh well, people were people, and soon she was standing, moving toward the barrier, she could put her hands up to the illusory cage like she was trapped in a glass case.
I am making contact I believe brother. Though I am not sure if she can understand us.
“Do what you can, I will continue to try and deactivate this thing. You know we have a perpencity for freeing people, before we know if they’ll kill us, but I suppose that’s just the way of things. Lets get her out of there”
She doesn’t seem to know much about the trap or its trigger. She walked through the temple alone, then the trap sprung. She seems excited to see us helping.
"_"See" you helping, I am invisible…in…vis….ib…le…like a shadow that can’t be seen. So if she’s happy to see you, wait until she sees the hansome one, hey I think I’ve got a leed on this thing, still working on it _"
True, though I showed her both of us. So she knows which of us is the handsome one.
“well that’s convinient I wouldn’t want her to be overwhelmed by my amazing physique”
Guillame moves closer to the swordless knight, his hands moving on nothing. Suddenly, the sword appears in the knights hands, as all 3 swords light up with the green anchor symbol. The symbol is reflected on the air in front of the woman, and suddenly the imperceptible wall is gone, leaving the woman on the platform.
With the trap gone, Zia peers through the lack of a barrier and gathers the bit of her materials and supplies that she’d scattered around, including some masterwork instruments in antique styles from the material plane and some other trinkets. With a clap of her hands to express her delight with being free, she attempts to communicate again, trying the common trade dialect from when she was imprisoned.
Before responding to her, I maintain hidden and investigate her a bit, trying to get a feel for her nature and origin. Makes conversation easier if you know a bit about the person to whom your speaking.
Marcusio holds his hand up in greeting. “Hello, I am Marcu-”
I swiftly step from the shadows, and abruptly interupt my brother “And he is boring, totally, in fact he has killed many people by his droll. I on the other hand am pure excitment, a real treat” I then lean forward to grab her hand and kiss it followed by speaking in the most romantic tongue of the time I estimate to be hers, judging by what she has, and how she speaks. “And you my dear are also a treat.” back to the normal tongue. “As my brother was about to say. His name is Marcusio, and mine is Guillame. What is yours?”
“He hasn’t bored me yet. Where are you going, fair traveling friends? Do you have business to attend or were you just going to stay here trying to charm me all day?”
“Well I could do just that, I have been known to be charming. However as you, mentioned we do have matters which need our attention. I must inquire of you though. How does such a gorgeous sight, find its way into a place like this?”
She was a detective, a spy, whatever she needed to be to find her way into places and get around them, get out of them. The mission, however, seemed to have been compromised by the possibility that things had changed greatly since she had been put in that trap. “I am here on an epic adventure,” she chirped, the half-truth coming easily, natural. “What is the time if I may ask?”
“As ti the time of day, I haven’t the slightest clue. We’ve been in here for a while. If you wish to know the date, then its autum, of the 700th year of our calander. Standard trade calander the 15th century since the unification of language. The draconic calander puts that at about the 8th age of becoming. I’m not sure how much more information you want. Now if that adventure was intended to lead you to somewhere not in this dungeon, then I would offer our company by your side, and asky for yours by our side, as we continue our journey which is intended to get us out of here at the moment.”
“Settle down dear brother, you’re meant to be the smooth one. Not babbling at the sight of a pretty girl.” He begins in the language of their homeland, though ends in the common tongue ensuring comprehension by all the room.
Guillame turns to his brither and says “Well she is a very pretty girl. Also as I have told you on multiple occasions, relaying all relevant information is not babbling, its being thorough.” he then begins to turn back to the girl, but swiftly looks back at his brother, saying “Who are you to tell me to be smooth anyway?” he then completes his turn back to the girl.
“That only illuminates my point.”
“Gentlemen, please, I am Zia, and I believe you are both charming, but since the time is as you say, I have a bit of catching up to do. My adventure was a mission, one that is no longer pertinent, trying to find the ulterior motives of the sect that was in this place. Thank you, by the way, for releasing me, though I fear you may need to fill me in on what may await.”
“Zia, well that is a fittingly beautiful name. Judgung by your dialect I would say more than a bit of catching up to do, as such I suggest we do that later, possibly over some dinner. As for freeing you, well thats sort of our lot in life, after all of the people we have freed who then turn around to try and kill us, well a pretty woman like yourself who doesnt seem to want to kill us, its more like a dream. To the matter of what is to wait, I could extrapalate a few theories on it, but neither of us actually know more than you do on that.”
“We’ve been here a short while only. What can you tell us about this sect?”
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