BA: burn 2 temp wp, one for the roll and one because you missed it before. It's a little harder to force yourself to overcome fears that have overcome you recently.
Erin (by dint of being the only one to roll the dice) starts poking at the rocks, somewhat nervously. She manages to uncover some ants, but they just scurry away. No other vermin appear.
Underneath the cairn or perhaps at its center is a small golden rock. It looks something like pyrite, (fools gold) except it doesn't have the overt crystalline structure. A little basic experimentation reveals the following.
Touching it is nasty. It results in a sharp shock leaving a tiny burn on your finger, and muscle spasms up through your arm for a few seconds. (If you're wearing a watch, it just stopped.) That shock is conducted though diminished by rocks, ie touching a rock that's touching the gold rock is mildly unpleasant. It's clearly not an electrical phenomenon given the way it ignores conductivity. Stepping back, it's possible to trace a line of staticy intensity running from the stone to the next cairn, and generally around to ascertain the rough box they make. You guys all walked through them before without noticing, but if you go slow and feel for it, you can tell where they are. Wiggling the thing via a stick informs you the lines move in reaction, but a little delayed.
Inside, Hank and Malcom head down to the small detention center. This police station being quite small, the cells are normally reserved for drunk-in-publics or temporary detention. There are four of them, lining a short hallway closed off with cinderblocks and bullet proof glass. Several people are inside.
Two are obviously prisoners, and one is obviously dead. There's a hole in his forehead, and he's slumped in a limp heap. Brain matter and gore is slowly trickling down the wall above him. The second is terrified, looking askance between the corpse and the room's other occupants. You can see his lips moving frantically, in what appears to be a desperate prayer. Both he and the dead man are in cells.
The room's other occupants are black suited figures that could be twins to the gent Malcom fought a few hours ago. They have yanked open the dead man's cell door and begin calmly arraying him on the floor. Once he is positioned to their satisfaction, one produces a large saucer of some black and green alloy of metals and places it carefully over the deceased's heart. Then they wait.
Nothing happens. The dead guy doesn't get deader. After a few moments, they adjust the saucer and wait some more.
Erin (by dint of being the only one to roll the dice) starts poking at the rocks, somewhat nervously. She manages to uncover some ants, but they just scurry away. No other vermin appear.
Underneath the cairn or perhaps at its center is a small golden rock. It looks something like pyrite, (fools gold) except it doesn't have the overt crystalline structure. A little basic experimentation reveals the following.
Touching it is nasty. It results in a sharp shock leaving a tiny burn on your finger, and muscle spasms up through your arm for a few seconds. (If you're wearing a watch, it just stopped.) That shock is conducted though diminished by rocks, ie touching a rock that's touching the gold rock is mildly unpleasant. It's clearly not an electrical phenomenon given the way it ignores conductivity. Stepping back, it's possible to trace a line of staticy intensity running from the stone to the next cairn, and generally around to ascertain the rough box they make. You guys all walked through them before without noticing, but if you go slow and feel for it, you can tell where they are. Wiggling the thing via a stick informs you the lines move in reaction, but a little delayed.
Inside, Hank and Malcom head down to the small detention center. This police station being quite small, the cells are normally reserved for drunk-in-publics or temporary detention. There are four of them, lining a short hallway closed off with cinderblocks and bullet proof glass. Several people are inside.
Two are obviously prisoners, and one is obviously dead. There's a hole in his forehead, and he's slumped in a limp heap. Brain matter and gore is slowly trickling down the wall above him. The second is terrified, looking askance between the corpse and the room's other occupants. You can see his lips moving frantically, in what appears to be a desperate prayer. Both he and the dead man are in cells.
The room's other occupants are black suited figures that could be twins to the gent Malcom fought a few hours ago. They have yanked open the dead man's cell door and begin calmly arraying him on the floor. Once he is positioned to their satisfaction, one produces a large saucer of some black and green alloy of metals and places it carefully over the deceased's heart. Then they wait.
Nothing happens. The dead guy doesn't get deader. After a few moments, they adjust the saucer and wait some more.