Strange Keys
Twenty Fifth Day of the Third Month 294 AC
"Why don't we just make a pit for them?" Waymar's question echoed strangely in the crystalline cavern. The 'guardians' of the cavern lacked the wits to see through Tyene's veil and illusions, allowing them to converse practically at their doorstep once Garrin had lead them through the tunnels.
"I suspect that such creatures would not be inconvenienced by a pit, or a crevice for that matter," Vargo interjected, motioning at the clicking pile of crystal that squatted upon the gate. "We have not the strength to dig that deep, nor the time." From his expression Waymar rather suspected the man would object strenuously if asked to pick up a shovel, unlike Marwyn whose strong back and calloused hands made him seem more longshoreman than mage, at least until one got to his eyes. He had already guessed the plan.
"Who said anything about digging?" the knight asked, feeling a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "Just magic one up." If anyone had told him five years ago that he ask for a magic door to capture crystal monsters, he would have thought them mad, or more likely given his age at the time, he would have thought it a grand game to fill a lazy summer afternoon.
"We should check the auguries just to be sure before we start luring the things," Tyene cautioned, glancing at Marwyn, the more adept diviner in their ranks.
"Humph... I suppose the smell of incense is not the worst thing that has permeated my robes." He groused half-heartedly before sitting down to throw the bones and seek the patterns in the dirt.
The answer was not what any of them had expected:
'Bright is the key and the lock, its song sapphire, the treasure that devours'.
For once the riddle was no riddle, though that did not make answering it much easier. "The portal is inside the big one. It's not just sitting on it." It wasn't as surprising as seeing a vein of bronze in a wall, Waymar thought, but it certainly looked to be more dangerous. After a moment, he asked, "Just
how hard would it be to get through?"
Vargo looked at him like he had lost his mind, but Marwyn had obviously heard stranger questions in his day. "For most of us here there should not be more than a one in twenty chance of crystalization and the Dead Ones should do well enough with enough preparation, but still there is some chance to losing them."
"But then we could just pull them back, break the curse and try again," Waymar pointed out. Not that he wanted to be turned to unfeeling crystal, but he had suffered worse. He still dreamed the slow dreams of a starfish sometimes, half nightmare, half reverie.
"We cannot be certain of how such a large specimen will affect its victims unless we make the attempt..."
"Which we probably should not do until the King Crystal's subjects are safely stored away," Garin interjected thoughtfully. At Waymar's curious look, he shrugged. "We can't just keep calling it 'the big one' it will look strange in a report."
"Old Gods preserve me from reports," Waymar shuddered theatrically before summarizing more seriously. "So we need a way to draw all the other oozes into a demiplane safely without drawing in the' king' and then we need some way to harden everything that goes through the dimensional gateway against the effects of binding and crystallization, does that cover it?"
"A way for any creatures we send through to get back safely would also be useful for any infiltrators," Vargo interjected. "Mortar it into a wall or something."
What d you do?
[] Collect the oozes, bind the crystal king and ward any creatures passing through to Casterly Rock against its magic (Fort DC 27)
[] Collect all the non royal oozes and search for another path (one more remaining)
[] Write in
OOC: Poor Vargo is starting to worry about the... eccentricity of his new employer and his friends. Marwyn on the other hand is if anything excited about the possibilities. Not yet edited.