"Fair enough," you shrug, "Anything else you can tell me? Looks like you've been here a while."
"Only since last night," Sylvia says. "I've said all I know, I'm afraid. And you -- what is it you're here looking for, Remi? You don't strike me as just another tomb robber."
You grin. "Maybe I am. I'm looking for some tomes the Blackscale Queen was supposed to have. Her magic was lost to my people when she died; I want to reclaim it."
You snap your fingers and conjure forth a spark of blue flame, letting it dance between your claws before closing your fist around it. Sylvia chuckles. "Nice trick. Careful you don't burn those books of yours... if they've survived this long to begin with."
Oh, she's got a sense of humor, too! "Speaking of parlor tricks, that song of yours... I've never heard anything like it."
"You mean you've never seen a song almost call the dead?" she says. "The shamanesses of my tribe have used that ritual dirge for generations to seek guidance from our ancestors. Neva taught it to me before she disappeared."
"That'd sure be useful here," you muse, rubbing a claw on one of your midnight scales. Subtle.
<<Charisma Check: Success (1 vs. 12)!>>
Sylvia laughs again, looking you up and down. "Intend on asking the queen herself where she stashed her treasure? Ha, maybe you would have better luck speaking to the spirits of this place than I have. Bonds of kinship mean more than the entreaties of strangers to the dead. If that's what you want, very well, I will teach you the ritual. But I have a condition."
"Name it."
"If you make contact with a spirit, ask after my sister. I still need to know what's become of her."
You nod. "Deal. So, do I get to play that gallichon of yours?"
Sylvia eyes you for a moment and picks up her instrument, tucking it under an arm. "Not a chance."
"Only since last night," Sylvia says. "I've said all I know, I'm afraid. And you -- what is it you're here looking for, Remi? You don't strike me as just another tomb robber."
You grin. "Maybe I am. I'm looking for some tomes the Blackscale Queen was supposed to have. Her magic was lost to my people when she died; I want to reclaim it."
You snap your fingers and conjure forth a spark of blue flame, letting it dance between your claws before closing your fist around it. Sylvia chuckles. "Nice trick. Careful you don't burn those books of yours... if they've survived this long to begin with."
Oh, she's got a sense of humor, too! "Speaking of parlor tricks, that song of yours... I've never heard anything like it."
"You mean you've never seen a song almost call the dead?" she says. "The shamanesses of my tribe have used that ritual dirge for generations to seek guidance from our ancestors. Neva taught it to me before she disappeared."
"That'd sure be useful here," you muse, rubbing a claw on one of your midnight scales. Subtle.
<<Charisma Check: Success (1 vs. 12)!>>
Sylvia laughs again, looking you up and down. "Intend on asking the queen herself where she stashed her treasure? Ha, maybe you would have better luck speaking to the spirits of this place than I have. Bonds of kinship mean more than the entreaties of strangers to the dead. If that's what you want, very well, I will teach you the ritual. But I have a condition."
"Name it."
"If you make contact with a spirit, ask after my sister. I still need to know what's become of her."
You nod. "Deal. So, do I get to play that gallichon of yours?"
Sylvia eyes you for a moment and picks up her instrument, tucking it under an arm. "Not a chance."
Name: Remielle Syrililth
Race: Salamander
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Figure: Amazonian
Class: Mage
Stats: STR (10) CON (16) DEX (14) INT (15) WIS (8) CHA (12)
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