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Re: Trouble in the Deep (sturm) GMed by thetwo
"Perhaps you do not entirely understand the nature of stone. As things stand, I will not remain here a year. Or a decade. A century, or a millenium. A thousand times a thousand years. You could perhaps stay a minute. Maybe, if you were truly desperate and honest, you could talk with me periodically for a century. One down, ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine to go? No thank you." The statue went quiet again for a moment. "On the other hand, you did make it this far. Rubbish at logic, but even locating this place would require a powerful mage. "
The statue stared straight into Amber's eyes after another momentary pause. "Free me from this rock, and I will open the door."
The magic in the room stirred as the raven spoke this last, shifting, power enough that even the untalented should have felt something amiss. When he stopped talking the currents stilled, leaving things in a slightly different place. And now Amber could make out clearly the spells on the statue, at least some of them. The spells didn't animate the bird, they trapped something within a flexible skin that was itself secured firmly to the perch. Other spells dipped through and around these, opening strictly limited magical conduits to other places, but whatever was in the rock couldn't move an inch, and couldn't touch the spells that sealed it.
"Perhaps you do not entirely understand the nature of stone. As things stand, I will not remain here a year. Or a decade. A century, or a millenium. A thousand times a thousand years. You could perhaps stay a minute. Maybe, if you were truly desperate and honest, you could talk with me periodically for a century. One down, ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine to go? No thank you." The statue went quiet again for a moment. "On the other hand, you did make it this far. Rubbish at logic, but even locating this place would require a powerful mage. "
The statue stared straight into Amber's eyes after another momentary pause. "Free me from this rock, and I will open the door."
The magic in the room stirred as the raven spoke this last, shifting, power enough that even the untalented should have felt something amiss. When he stopped talking the currents stilled, leaving things in a slightly different place. And now Amber could make out clearly the spells on the statue, at least some of them. The spells didn't animate the bird, they trapped something within a flexible skin that was itself secured firmly to the perch. Other spells dipped through and around these, opening strictly limited magical conduits to other places, but whatever was in the rock couldn't move an inch, and couldn't touch the spells that sealed it.