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![Character Peter Sartre](/images/character_images/character27262-image.jpg)
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Meet The Countess
JP with mdman, Redsword, Jaxx, Lorem, trustno1, and Cindy
Sartre reached to catch Alyssa, gently laying her down on the floor.
Choi gazed upon the unconscious Alyssa upon the floor of the tunnel. He shook his head. Such pain and sacrifice this team had made already. There was much more ahead; Yeong could feel it.
“Master Sung?” he addressed his elder. “Can you help her?”
Sartre bent down, grabbing a medical kit from his pack, pulling out disinfectant spray, he reached to disinfect her lacerations. He knew this would wake her up.
"Yes but just know I can only do this a few times a day," answered Sung stepping forward Sung kneeled beside Alyssa. He places his hand over her just above her chest. He mumbled some words. The air swirled around Alyssa. Then She could open her eyes.
Sung smiled "Good morning," said Sung. "She will be weak, still. There is no hard exsertion for her." Suggested Sung standing and then looking at the door.
The tomb’s door bears a carving of a skeletal hand encased in black fire. A person who is proficient in Arcana, History, or Religion recognizes it as a sign, commonly used in spell books and scrolls. it is definitely a seal to keep something on the other side. Sung and others realize the same thing "what have we done?" comments Sung.
"Into the Pits of Hell, I think." suggests Sung. He changes his posture to a defensive one.
Alyssa slowly opened her eyes, to Sung saying "good morning." Someone had taken care of bandaging her hands, but she could feel them fixing themselves. Was that Sung, or her? Still she felt weak, and her hands hurt.
The hacker wasn't saying much or going to argue about taking it easy. She slowly sat up. Hearing Sung comment about what was behind the door. Alyssa quipped, "Well, that sounds like I might have made the wrong decision.”
The doors grinned open outward as they opened, it felt to be assisted, maybe by magic. The doors were thick, maybe a foot thick of some medal. looking into the room
OCC: note anything thrown, shot, or any other attacks are stopped in midair and just floats there frozen in time.
The Ceilings are made of stone. The ceilings are 10 feet high and etched in runic symbols that keep the wards of the tomb active. This chamber is massive 50' square feet. A floral Scent is trying to mask the smell of death, and rotting flesh. The tomb magically smells like fresh-cut flowers.
Four stone pillars surround a stone throne built atop a sarcophagus. Sitting on the throne, a Litch wearing a crown, holding an ancient tome. A lich is a gaunt and skeletal humanoid with withered flesh stretched tight across its bones. Its eyes succumbed to decay long ago, but points of light burn in its empty sockets. There is garbed in the moldering remains of fine clothing and jewelry worn and dulled by the passage of time. Images carved into the walls depict hundreds of mages casting spells to change the weather, block out the sun, kill forests, and move water in tidal waves.
This chamber has a part library. In the southwest corner. Along the walls, benches and shelves hold tools and books.
Organized rows of bookshelves on the north walls are labeled with the subject matter of their tomes, ranging from artistic chronicles to records of the weather.”
Between the shelves, a staggered row of tables runs from one side of the room to the other. One table is piled high with worn books.
Rusted and decayed weapons are fused into some of the walls of this chamber. Clay jars crowded on glass pedestals stand in the northwest corner of the room.
On the other wall are three people chained up hanging on the wall. There is a large magic circle in front of them carved in granite stone. Matthew Wilson is in the middle of the other two people, a woman, one looking close to death. Matthew Wilson looks like he has aged 20 years or older and is in bad condition.
"I welcome you. Thank you for freeing me. I am Countess Demonia," She said in a raspy tone.