Dalinar Reynolds:
"I wonder if opening that thing there is part of what Arudal and company was trying to do or if it's some really nasty side effect."
"Arudal? Can't say I've heard of someone that goes by that name but I'd have to agree with the nasty side effect bit considering my current situation." She seemed put out and slightly ashamed by her current predicament and with both arms outstretched to each gate, she seemed weary to say the least.
Gren Boarshead:
"Help? I don't even understand what magic you are using to keep these creatures at bay. Who are you and how long have you been here? You say there was a sequence that activated these portals? If we can understand what you did, maybe we can figure out how to reverse it."
Attempting to draw herself up in all the regality and pride the subterranean elven race was famed for, her voice taking on the often haughty demeanor they were known for as well, she spoke with no uncertainty.
"I am Zatara of the regal house of Barriarn, Third House of Donargul, Emissary of the Fourth Dominion of the Drow and I have been here exactly as long as I have been, no more, no less. What you should currently set yourself about doing is figuring out what this magic is doing. And for your information ogre, it is not my magic that has me stuck here." With the prospect of potential help near at hand, her demeanor had begun to change back into one befitting a drow, rather than that of the cowed and helpless woman.
"And indeed I am stuck here. Apparently when I crossed the floor onto this symbol, the runes activated and began using my energy to power the gates. If I could end it and close the gates and move myself from this spot, believe me, I would. I have no love for this place and am eager to return home. Other than that though, I'm afraid I know little of how to dispel this magic. Those who helped me accomplish this would likely find themselves rewarded..."
OOC: Perception check from Dale and Kass.
As Dale and Kass approached, Zatara eyed them curiously, especially Dale who had the nerve to approach her so closely. She said nothing but the upturn of her nose and the narrowed eyes betrayed her contempt for his infringement of her personal space.
"The faster the better. I am unsure of how these creatures will react to the prolonged stay of others and I have little desire to find out."
Meanwhile Strange approached one of the shadowy specters and began to inspect it. As soon as he got within arms length, the creature lunged forward a few inches, its may opening and letting out a vicious hissing as its red, pupilless eyes stared into the gargoyle's eyes. While the two may have shared some similarities, it was obvious that there was no kinship to be had here.
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