CH. 02 - Shaevryn's Tomb

[Rax]

"I suppose it could be a warning of some kind, unless it's a common saying among Tymorans?" Malavar asks Zedd.

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden wonders what that means "Now what do you suppose that means? Is Lady luck trying to give us a warning?"

[TristenC]

Kendrivel pulls out a coin, Trapspringer guide our path.  Heads right, tails left? he asks, flipping the coin.  He catches it in the air and slaps it down on his arm to reveal...

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1 = heads

2= tails

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[Dallion80]

*ponders the message.*

"Could be a clue. own stare.....that sounds like a reflection...ummm"

[Daos]

Zedd ponders the message.  "A warning..?  Perhaps so.  A warning of the dangers of greed, I'd guess."

After Kendrivel flips the coin, he says, "Left it is then!  If it's good enough for Tymora, it's good enough for me!" he says with a laugh.

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden nods and starts heading down the left passage.

[Rax]

Malavar closes up behind Drezden and follows him down the passage.

[Daos]

The party turns left, toward the south, and begins walking down the long corridor.  It is dimly illuminated by more of those red orbs on the ceiling, but there's not much to look at.  It's around 90 feet long, so it takes a couple of minutes before the party reaches the end.

The hall opens into a vast chamber that is 100 feet long and 50 feet wide. In the center of the room lies an ornate coffin with brass trim. The lid has been tossed to the floor and lies broken some distance away.

Their collective eyes are drawn to a remarkable sight: a figure hovering over the coffin.  The form, a human clad in gray robes and suspended horizontally above the casket, makes no movement and seems to be sleeping. Gray hair hangs down from his head, and his skin seems old and leathery.

A faint blue light radiates from the coffin. Overhead, globes of white radiance shine down, giving the center of the room an eerie theatrical appearance.

[TristenC]

Kendrivel's eyes grow so large they nearly pop out of his head. Wooooooooowww! Holy battered bouvines! Hey you! Mister master of the floaty disaster! How's the hair hangin'?! Hahahah, sorry, i do that. Listen we were just wonderin if you could help us find the underhill sword... wait... that's not right... Overhill? nooo, not that either. Hmm... i'm sure there was a song about it... over hill, over dale, we will fight... oh yeah! The sword of the Dales! Can you help us find it? pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?! I'll be your best frieeeend!

The kender moves increasingly closer as he assaults the slumbery silver somnambulist with his words.
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He'll approach and stop about 5 feet from the closest edge of the sarcophagous

[Daos]

Despite the kender's rambling words, the sleeping figure does not stir, even a little, at the onslaught of questions.  Now close enough, K-man can see inside the coffin.  The interior of the casket is filled with tattered rags. Lying upon them, hilt toward the door, he sees the origin of the odd blue glow: a beautiful long sword.

"How curious...what do any of you make of all of this?" asks Zedd, looking around.  "This room is awfully large for a single coffin..."

[Dallion80]

*follows the others his sword in hand. He stops short at the sight of the figure. He ponders if he knows of any spell that could do this*

"I am leary this could be some undead abomination. All be it, it could be some type of spell."

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[Daos]

Dallion is uncertain what sort of magic is at work here.  Levitation?  Some kind of suspended animation?  Necromancy?  Whatever it is, it's far more advanced than anything he has studied.

[GreyWolfVT]

Drezden shakes his head when Zedd speaks up and at K-Man's reaction "Dunno what's going on here Zedd but it can't be natural. I've got a bad feeling about it in my gut."

[Rax]

"Could this be another illusion? A representation of Shraevyn himself, perhaps?" Malavar ventures.

[TristenC]

Seeing the sword... Oh Sweet! That's gotta be it, right!? Thanks floaty dude!

Kendrivel grabs the sword