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Chaosforge 4e PBF - IC
slave:
Berak, who has been watching the others examining the room, steps closer and says:
- It is highly unlikely that putting the Scepter into the column would have any effect. Any magic that would have made it possible is no longer active. Consider this: The column and the scepter most likely kept this place frozen. Why do you think the Winter King sent the ship to fetch the scepter? I doubt his intention is to get frozen again. He would not just give us such an obvious chance to make that happen. He most likely wants the scepter to end up in his own hands.
After a moment's thought, he continues.
- Also, we should not forget that part of our reason for being here is making sure of Winter King's intentions. Should he prove to be a threat to the lands, it would be advisable to not let him have the scepter.
thelaptop:
"Well, nothing's going to happen if we just all stand here. Quill, please put the sceptre into the pillar. Pelor will protect us," Marek said, eying the Kobold.
slave:
Turning to face Marek.
- Wait, think about it a bit. What is it that you hope to gain by placing the scepter into the pillar? I think we should leave it be. At best, it would do nothing, at worst, it is a trap. Lets see what is behind these doors first. Perhaps later we will have a reason to try the pillar.
Turning to Quill.
- Perhaps it would be best you hide the scepter for now. Just in case.
Xander Morhaime:
"Quill trusts Bahamut more for protection. And Quill wants to know how we are going to get back. We should find the king and make sure he makes the horrible cold stuff go away. THEN he can have his ice stick back," she said, tucking the sceptre under her cloak for the time being, then heads over to open the door.
Malek Deneith:
The door seems to be a bit stuck, but not stuck enough to withstand push made with all of Quill's superkobold strength. It creaks open and a wave of warm air bursts through, bringing with a scent of rich foods and wood smoke. Beyond the door you see the source of those scents - a table laden with plates of food and goblets of drink, standing in a room lit and warmed by burning braziers. Behind the table sits a bearded man dressed in furs, accompanied by demure young woman and a pair of hunting hounds lazily lying at their feet. The man turns his head towards the door and speaks to Quill:
- Come right in, along with your friends and rest after your journey. Just close the doors behind you before the cold from outside sets in.
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