[boghadar] wrong room!

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Lux
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Joined: Fri Oct 22, 2021 3:22 pm
Location: Daravin
Character Sheet: viewtopic.php?f=43&t=1417
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Fri Jun 03, 2022 11:48 am

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Lux's tail stuck straight behind him as he leaned over a display, careful not to touch anything. The shelves contained what appeared to be a strange... reddish liquid, one glittery red and the other wine-dark. He wasn't sure if it was blood or not, or what it was doing at the top of this tower. It was someone's bedroom, certainly, but he assumed it wasn't Cain's.

Cain had brought him back to the Boghadar estate and disappeared, leaving Lux with the instruction to simply inform the servants that he was a hired cartographer. Both as a gift — to thank Cain for his assistance — and to promote the fact that he was a cartographer, Lux had begun to explore every inch of the estate, taking notes and measuring rooms with his steps so that he could get an accurate mapping of the manor and the lands outside. Without much else to do, it was almost done. He had his journal in one hand and his pencil in the other, ready to sketch and record notes and haphazard measurements of the rooms.

The final part of the map was this tower which had been locked, but Lux was a bit crafty and managed to fiddle with the locking mechanism of the door and get inside. He knew that if it was locked, he was likely not supposed to go in, but he needed to make sure his map was accurate.

And he was curious.

Lux straightened back up and took a few more quiet steps over to a tank, containing what must have been a slug, or a frog, or some strange little creature in between, though it was still much larger than either of those. It was almost cute in its appearance, with it's freaky clear skin. It vomited a red substance into its tank, and that was his cue to step away. He flipped open his journal and began a small sketch of the room itself, from what he could tell of its shape beyond the furniture. The other three stories already had their own notes, and it seemed to be identical except that it had more space because it did not contain a staircase, only the exit of one.
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