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After yet another round of rumbling explosions, the stone center of the Vortex is almost completely obscured by ash. The seal's runes continues to glow, barely visible through the obscuring layer. Burnt and charred animal flesh is littered about. half-burnt scrolls of dispel, and the shattered glass of explosive powders and potions are strewn all over. Parchment with runes deeply inked into them flutter in the wind. Seyn, an oblivious ghost of the past, passively floats around, watching dispassionately, in stark contrast to the fanatical glowing orbs of the animated doll staring at the mess. "Two runes, in each direction.. Two keys of each totem spirit..," they mumble. After a silent moment of contemplation, their eyes widen, and the doll rummages through their pack, pulling out an old map, following some animated digging. Eyes darting all over, they finally settle on the roughly-drawn keys around the outside of the tomb walls. "Fire.. Heaven.. Earth.. Not totems, trigrams.." they mouth, shoving the map back in their pack and shouldering it hurriedly, before teleporting back to town. | |