The Scribe
The gargoyle is brute force incarnate. If I do not anchor my mind now, his intrusion will shatter my sanity before the ceiling does.
Nogandar
This weakling cowers, but their mind is a fortress of arcane geometry. I must break the seal before the rubble crushes us both.
The Scribe
You seek the truth of the Hive, beast. You are too primitive to comprehend the patterns that bind this reality.
Nogandar
Keep your riddles for the dead. Give me the path to the Queen, or I will peel the knowledge from your skull like bark from a rotted log.
Nogandar drives his iron-hard fingers into the dust of the floor, his eyes glowing with violet malice as he forces his will against the scribe.
The Scribe
The pendant on his neck flickers. If I can destabilize his link to that cursed artifact, he will be consumed by his own untamed power.
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Break the scribe's mental seal
“I cast a simple invetory swap trick spell from the old library i use to spam as a youth, to give the burden of the pendant”
FAILURE (Legendary Arcana, rolled -1)
Nogandar
The pendant grows heavy, a shackle of cold iron. I weave the old trick, a shifting of weight between objects, intended to bind this burden to the scribe instead of my own skin.
Nogandar lunges, his fingers reaching for the chain, but his movements are sluggish, betrayed by the artifact's own stubborn resonance.
The Scribe
His magic frays. The pendant rejects the transfer, and the backlash is feeding directly into his own, already strained mind.
Nogandar
Gah. The link... it bites back.
A pulse of necrotic feedback surges from the stone-cold pendant. Nogandar stumbles as violet light flares across his chest, momentarily blinding in the gloom.
The Scribe
You are a slave to a master who fears your shadow. Do you feel the pendant tightening, monster? It senses your attempt to discard it.
“I search my flash backs of casting and the big library near home as a youth to find the casting combo to remove the pendant, nulifiy curse castings”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +0)
Nogandar
Pooril's trinket hums with malice. I remember the old ways, the silent syntax used in the grand archives of my youth. To shatter a curse, one must invert the flow of the weave.
Nogandar
The memory clicks. A delicate sequence of necrotic negation. I must reach inside the frequency of this pendant and snap the internal anchor.
The Scribe
What are you doing? Your eyes. They are bleeding shadows.
Nogandar
I am unmaking the lie you cling to, scribe. Watch closely, for this is the last time you see a gargoyle chained.
Nogandar drives a single, thick talon into the pendant's metal casing, bypassing the loop and grounding his essence into the cursed silver.
A sharp, crystalline crack echoes through the chamber. The pendant loses its luster, turning to dull, grey slag in his palm as the magical tether dissolves into harmless embers.
The Scribe
He broke it. He actually broke it. Now he is... entirely unbound.
Quest Complete
Break the scribe's mental seal
Fault Removed: Bound to lord Pooril