In the basement of a Velusian temple...
Luke attempts to resist the temptation of loot!
Unsurprisingly, he fails, keeping to the principle of "loot now, questing later" that has served him well so far.
[Search roll: 6]
He goes out of the ritual room and down the third path from the left. There's got to be something down one of these paths, right? He walks down the path for quite a while, marveling at the strange lack of traps! Eventually he reaches a very heavy-looking door. Heavy-looking doors usually mean one of two things - horrible things or loot.
[Perception roll: ?]
There seem to be voices coming from the other side. One of them sounds kind of familiar, actually.
In a treasure room...
Darren points out that the looters really should leave now. And stuff.
[Looter roll: 1]
They reply that they don't think they will. Darren doesn't really respond and remains in the chest he's been hiding in the whole time, though he keeps the set of clothes and swords flying about regardless.
[Looter 1 magic roll: 3]
[Looter 2 magic roll: 6]
[Looter 3 magic roll: 1]
The first one manages to make a tiny spitball-sized ball of glowing... er... something. The second guy does much better, summoning another ball of glowing something the size of about a bowling ball. However, they are all outdone by the third guy, who summons up a third ball of glowing something about three feet in diameter! The three of them gesture in sync, in what is pretty clearly some kind of launching gesture. The first two balls fly well enough, striking the set of clothing and leaving two differently-sized holes in it. Not the third one, though. The third one just explodes, releasing vast quantities of energy right next to the three fellows.
[Looter 1 dodge roll: 6]
[Looter 2 dodge roll: 2]
[Looter 3 dodge roll: 4]
Two of the looters seem used to this kind of thing and dive away immediately! The one who summoned the bowling-ball sized energized globe, however, does not. His reward is far more heat than the human body should reasonably take. He is set on fire and covered in burns!
[Looter 2 endurance roll: 1]
He falls to the ground, screaming for a good minute before going still and silent. The other two mages look at his charred carcass for a bit.
[Looter morale roll: 1]
They agree that they should probably run after this incident. They run over to the door and hurriedly push it open, only to come face to face with what looks like a zombie made of wood. Well, that sure is strange.
In an empty, dusty lounge...
Vincent, not content to wait any longer, looks for a good escape route from this awful place!
[Search roll: 4]
Well, there's the skylight back in the garden. He could fly through that.
[Flying roll: 2]
He has a bit of difficulty gaining altitude in this place, however. The air seems... heavy, somehow. Hm.
In the ruins of a fletcher's shop...
As Mark contemplates what exactly the fuck just happened here, he comes to the conclusion that it's his buddy's problem now, not his. He decides to resume his quest for a pair of legs.
[Search roll: 5]
Wait, down the street over there! Is that... it is! It most certainly is! It's a collection of free-standing skeletons, in an exhibit titled "Glory to Velusius, Our Great Provider"! Most of them look to be entirely real and made of honest-to-goodness real bones! Oh, joyous coincidence! Thank Velusius!
In the court of Almiria...
Yorinnsud launches into a speech about how he should be exempt from the Golden Rule due to technically predating it. And ignorance as well. He also tries to explain the alien notion of pleading guilty or not guilty to the Lower Judge. Furthermore, he points out that he can't be killed due to reasons of being already dead, and demands full recompense of all his bodily assets due to being a victim of a most horrid miscarriage of justice. It's the law and everything.
[Lower Judge interest roll: 2]
The judge rolls her celestial eyes and sighs.
"We always get undead trying to sneak past us with silly technicalities like 'I'm not actually alive' and so forth. It's getting quite boring, actually. They actually believe that we wouldn't have provisions for something that happens virtually every year. Why, the very notion is silly. We've been at this for several thousands of years, after all. And the concept of anyone pleading their guilt or lack thereof in a situation where we likely know exactly what you did, how you did it and even why you did it is equally ridiculous. In fact, if it were up to me, I would get rid of the choice of punishment altogether. Would save a lot of trouble."
"I hear that."
"Finally, you seem to misunderstand the entire creed of the Office of Order. We are not here to uphold the laws of the mortal world. We are here to keep order. Know the difference between those two. Now, unless you wish to plead some more, we should really get on with your execution."
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