Re: Trouble in the Deep (sturm) GMed by thetwo
"The results are interesting. Not quite what I had hoped, but still showing promise. More study will tell me more."
"Leviathans... Well, we did the thing near what seems to be a living whirlpool. Charybdis, I think you people call it, though I'm not entirely convinced it's a living thing, myself. And that ridiculously large squid hangs out there frequently. Possibly all the time, I don't really know. I've seen a bunch of others in the general area once or twice, but those two always seem to be at the location itself."
He stroked at his bare chin for a moment. "I should grow a beard." He stared off into the distance.
Natalie had slipped in behind Amber, and there was a note of concern in her voice. "Doctor."
He snapped back to reality, and looked boastful. "The seals! Those were a work of art. We built them into a door that is otherwise the strongest part of the prison. Meddling with them would be extremely dangerous. Extremely. But with the right key - the right eight keys - you could open the door. In case we ever wanted him back, for some daft reason."
"There were eight gems. Nothing natural, harder than diamonds. Impregnated with magic, then that magic was twisted so that no magic could directly affect them. None. You can't find them with magic, you can't lift them off the ground with Force. You can't enchant them, you can't disenchant them. And you can't destroy them by any means. It's even impossible to make a fake one, at least one capable of convincing someone who has seen the real one. There's one for each of the Cabal. The seven colors of the rainbow, and black."
He tugged on a hair-thin chain around his neck, and pulled a gemstone from under his robe. It was a polished sphere, solid indigo, and it seemed to glow with an inner fire. When struck by the slightest light, it threw patches of indigo about the room in no obvious pattern. "There are eight stones like this in the world, and you need all eight to open the prison." He replaced the stone in his robes, with a sly smile that he quickly hid.
"We were very private people. Each of us only knew the location of one other, and that only for extreme emergencies. I knew where to find Elan Finare. Which is good for you, because no form of magic could find the island where he made his home, nor is it possible to stumble upon it by accident. You must go -" A map appeared, showing a location a few miles off. "here. There are two rocks about twenty yards apart, sticking out of the sea. Go between them while thinking intensely on the color Purple. Expect... traps. Elan loved traps. I think I told you that he made the trap for Elric. I suspect the ones he'll have laid aren't so bad. I also suspect that he is dead. Or I hope he is, otherwise he is being extremely rude in ignoring my letters."