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Post by Vikram on Nov 24, 2022 3:25:58 GMT -5
His bell was certainly rung by the push against the wall. He was only out for a moment, but he could certainly feel the warm light bleeding through the edges of his consciousness. It was as though something was trying to grab his attention. Vikram attempted to focus on it, a soft chorus of voices rising from nothingness to ring in his ears.
He awoke, Zarius snapping at him and smacking his cheek. Vikram swatted the Tieflings hand away, pulling himself up and brushing off the sand from his sullied Sukh. Looking at his arms, all the cuts and contusions had been hastily bandaged and cleaned off. The charcoal Tiefling put his medical kit away, turning to tend to Maude who apparently had a rough time there at the end, vomitus dried on his lips. Eww, and wet on the imps face. He didn't want to know what had happened there.
"Thank you, Zarius, Maude. Let's get this over with."
Trudging over to the lever on the wall he put his arm over it, exhausted. It had been a long journey, but whatever lie behind this door held the key to long lost power. Power that would be bereft of virtue in the wrong hands. Vikram wondered if Zarius qualified as the wrong hands...or Maude. Even him? A wise woman once told him, absolute power corrupts absolutely. It troubled him greatly that even he might not be worthy of an artifact of Solaria himself. Vikram pulled the lever, and the sandstone door before the trio slid open, darkness welling within.
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