Morbid stood in one spot throughout the entirety of the fight, watching her companions deal with the bandits around them in a manner that showed that they were not without skills of their own. Between them and her lightning dragon, the enemy numbers dropped in a way that showed that they weren't particularly experienced as a group, especially when it came to dealing with opponents with strange powers or unusual weapons.
Between one thing and another, it wasn't long before the rogues were defeated, laying fallen on the floor with the only group left being the nomads. The dragon came to a stop above Morbid's head, its rampage halted for a moment. "Sadly, my friend, there is one last task before you can rest." she said to it, before looking at the nomads who huddled fearfully in a group. "Make it quick." she said, her tone calm. With a roar, the dragon blitzed the nomads, and within seconds they joined their captors in the afterlife. "Don't like leaving witnesses who aren't involved in the deal. They're a complication to things." she said as the dragon let out a final roar and disappeared in an outflowing burst of air.
With the issue of the unwelcome guests dealt with, Morbid walked down to the stage at the bottom, looking to see what the writing was. In truth, she had very little skill in deciphering such things, but they were what she had come for, why she had been so willing to make her deal with Kaladis.
There were two main sets of images that Morbid focused on, the parts that seemed most coherent to her. The first was set of four images to the right of the wall. A shield, a sword, a circle, and a star, set in a square pattern. Above the pattern was a man sitting at a campfire with a book and at the center of the pattern itself was a man holding what looked like a beam or bar above his head. If any of them were astute, they'd notice it looked like the columns that were at the very entrance of the ruins.
The second set of images, to the left of the wall, appeared to be the older of the two. At the top of the set, it showed a figure surrounded by rays of light standing upon sand. The second image showed the same figure at a forge, making a single, massive, blade. The third image showed what appeared to be the same man fighting his own sword. After that, it appeared that part of wall itself had been...attacked. A large chunk of it was missing, leaving only torn earth and cracked stone, and area around the missing piece was scorched as if by a powerful flame.
After the missing part of the wall, there was one final image. The blade the man had made, laying in it's sheath, pierced by a second blade, this one narrower than the first with a par of small spikes jutting out from the hilt of the weapon, next to the blade itself.
Morbid gestured to the two sets of images. "Those are what I need interpreted, as best you can."
Between one thing and another, it wasn't long before the rogues were defeated, laying fallen on the floor with the only group left being the nomads. The dragon came to a stop above Morbid's head, its rampage halted for a moment. "Sadly, my friend, there is one last task before you can rest." she said to it, before looking at the nomads who huddled fearfully in a group. "Make it quick." she said, her tone calm. With a roar, the dragon blitzed the nomads, and within seconds they joined their captors in the afterlife. "Don't like leaving witnesses who aren't involved in the deal. They're a complication to things." she said as the dragon let out a final roar and disappeared in an outflowing burst of air.
With the issue of the unwelcome guests dealt with, Morbid walked down to the stage at the bottom, looking to see what the writing was. In truth, she had very little skill in deciphering such things, but they were what she had come for, why she had been so willing to make her deal with Kaladis.
There were two main sets of images that Morbid focused on, the parts that seemed most coherent to her. The first was set of four images to the right of the wall. A shield, a sword, a circle, and a star, set in a square pattern. Above the pattern was a man sitting at a campfire with a book and at the center of the pattern itself was a man holding what looked like a beam or bar above his head. If any of them were astute, they'd notice it looked like the columns that were at the very entrance of the ruins.
The second set of images, to the left of the wall, appeared to be the older of the two. At the top of the set, it showed a figure surrounded by rays of light standing upon sand. The second image showed the same figure at a forge, making a single, massive, blade. The third image showed what appeared to be the same man fighting his own sword. After that, it appeared that part of wall itself had been...attacked. A large chunk of it was missing, leaving only torn earth and cracked stone, and area around the missing piece was scorched as if by a powerful flame.
After the missing part of the wall, there was one final image. The blade the man had made, laying in it's sheath, pierced by a second blade, this one narrower than the first with a par of small spikes jutting out from the hilt of the weapon, next to the blade itself.
Morbid gestured to the two sets of images. "Those are what I need interpreted, as best you can."
