Mummy's Mask - Shifting Sands [IC]

[Gwynfrid]

At the pleasure barge

When Turi recognizes the voice and stares at her, the woman just reacts with a cryptic half-smile, before turning away from him to lose herself into the crowd of Muminofrah's courtesans.

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In the library

"This disgusting guardian is called a ceustodaemon. It has been bound to the premises for centuries, and it resents it, like all of its kind.

You can employ any magic of convenience. Naturally, any action resulting in damage to the slightest piece of the archives is subject to... er... definitive punishment. But I expect a learned man such as yourself to not find this surprising.

And... No, sorry, unless we have ongoing research of our own, the curators do not accompany any visitor. May your search for knowledge bear abundant fruit."

At that, the companions descend the wide stairs, comfortably lit by the luminous runes. After descending about forty steps, they arrive in a corridor, that soon branches off to the right. Faced with a choice between two directions, the group doesn't stand there hesitating for long, as a large creature appears at the end of the corridor straight ahead. It is a brown, shaggy-furred beast, standing on slate grey hooves. Its head resembles that of a maniacal horned ape, with several curled, sharp horns, and a maw filled with triangular teeth.

STATE YOUR NAMES AND BUSINESS.

The booming, angry voice doesn't make a sound, but just resonates in the companions' minds.