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Creative Projects / Re: Vastaghen12 draws daily sometimes
« on: February 27, 2020, 01:06:50 am »
Sketch is more detailed than any previous one.
There was studies ;v?
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"I don't see anything orb-shaped AND made of amber in the listing of funerary goods-"
"Can we go inside now?"
"Right." Isidore moved toward the door, and Aliberti led others after him. The white-haired mage raised his palm toward the arch above the door. With a creak, the iron doors swung open.
"Well, the second rumor has just been proven true. My job has only just begun!"

"Hmm, well... I mean, make sure you don't displace anything."
"Ahem. And if we help you with your task, we keep the orb."
"Unless it is listed on funerary item list."
"You have the book, right? Apparently it's big, orange, with markings..." Dumt flipped the pages of his book, tracing his finger over them.
"Made of brass? Or gold?"
"Er, no I... I don't think it would be made of metal."
"No, I'm here to investigate two rumors. One, that the Tomb has been opened by some thieves and graverobbers. Other, that undead started crawling around the mountain. If possible, I'm also to check if any of funerary goods have been moved." He pulled out an old book from inside his robes. "That might take a while, though. The Book of Rest has many pages..."
"You would have to travel to Afen and send a letter to the capital, or visit the palace itself. That's about a month of travel from here. Faster if you have horses, of course. Either way, if you peacefully withdraw, and leave me to do my job, I would be happy."
"Great sea, huh? I've heard of a great sea in the far west..." Then, there was a great shine emanating from Aliberti - who has handling the mirror. The light was so bright it illuminated the cave well enough to see one of it's ends - blockaded by a polished wall of bricks and heavy metal door in the middle.
"Gah, what's with that light!?" Isidore grumbled as the light diminished and disappeared
"Apologies... another faulty trinket, I'm afraid." Aliberti pocketed the mirror and stepped back, right to Kostya, Baruk, Elana and others.
"The mirror pointed right towards the door."
"Hmph, you're not allowed inside, the entry allowed for members of Imperial Family, plus some others." He then looked at Callimachus in dull surprise.
"Honestly? How do you..." Isidore paused for a moment. "Arvadia. Empire of Arvadia."
"And yours? I don't know any civilized land that haven't heard of our mighty nation."
"Uh... what even is an archeologist? As for the White Tomb, how wouldn't you know? It's one of the many resting places for the deceased members of the Imperial Family. You know what, you're so clueless that I'm willing to accept that you're foreigners."
"If you were looking for a city with a scholar, then I'm afraid that whatever method of... transportation you're using is extremely faulty. Afen is four days horseback from here." He opened a large, gold-bound tome.
"I'm afraid I don't buy your story. Explain yourselves immediately." Aliberti stepped closer, hands open in a peaceful gesture.
"No, wait, this is all a misunderstanding. We're searching for an item that was taken from..." Aliberti paused for a moment. "Our homeland. This magic we're using was supposed to bring us to its location but we've ended here." Isidore looked at Aliberti, then Gaspar, and Callimachus, and others still bringing themselves up from the ground.
"I still don't believe you. And even if your story was true, I doubt the item you would be seeking was stashed away in the White Tomb, it's been sealed for centuries."
"Isidore. Isidore Dumt. What are... how, how did you get here? One thing I'm preparing for my task, and then suddenly there's a mound of people in front of me. For best of our mutual interest, I hope you're neither graverobbers nor enemies of the Empire."
"Or ar you foregneurs? Socoldati, maybe?"
"It works, after all!" The white-haired man rubbed his head in consternation.
"This is extremely tiresome."
"A... A shont orandash. Erem uaraitc?" The man looked about.
"Uh... " Aliberti looked at the bracelet. "Does this thing work?" The bracelet didn't do much but reflect the shine of the troch
"Hab je hiyet onenden hed? Jaur speach ise so slurriang I'r canda orandashan jaur..."
"Apologies..."
"Marsh hacak?" He spoke with an alien accent. "Erem j'uaraҫ?"