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A Phantasy Script Part 35: The scroll of the elders

The group chuckle and laugh, while the Gnome waves at them as they leave making their way over to another stall. A grey-hued lizard, standing five foot tall, leans against a flag pole, close to the entrance of the next attraction. Her eyes watch the Hunter's Guild come closer as she rolls her eyes.

Galacticor: Hello, you fools! Welcome to the Scrolls of the Elders, here you will have but five minutes to remember all of the symbols upon the seemingly endless scroll. Then, after the five minutes are up, you will then have ten seconds to conjure the spell that has been written down upon it.

The group are taken aback by her insult but approach.

Berd: So, it's a memorization stall followed by a spell show after?

Galaticor: That's basically what I had said, yes dumb-dumb!

Fylec: If you're trying to get us to not participate, you're failing! We need a token for the casino, each.

Galacticor: So? If you all manage to do this, you all get one! What's the b.f.d?

General: The...big deal is that two of us cannot conjure, so will not be taking part.

Jokesum: Oh, right. Yeah, those two are a bard without his lute and a ranger/fighter.

Galacticor: Idgaf! If you're not going to be doing it, I don't care! Just get in there if you are!

Berd and General Mood roll their eyes as Fylec shakes his head and enters a small area. As he does so, the grass beneath him rumbles and it begins to form a stairway up to the sky. He shrugs and looks at the reptile, she gestures him to go upwards and he does so until he is almost at cloud height when he sees that there is a grassy path that ends in front of himself and a scroll hovering at the end. An air horn blasts from below the grassy platform as the scroll unfurls and reaches down towards the ground from the twenty foot tall path. Fylec immediately begins to look at some of the images and symbols then notices that after the fifteenth symbol, everything gets repeated. He nods to himself, knowing this, as he tries to think of what they could all jumble together to form into. Holding his face, he ponders and ponders before another air horn blares from below - the ten seconds has begun already. A calming voice is heard by him and him alone.

Cleric God: The symbols mean peace, friend Fylec. Use this knowledge to aid you.

With a raised eyebrow, Fylec is stumped by what this means. Then, just before the air horn blares, Fylec casts a healing spell that engulfs the platform he is on as it begins to merge back into the ground.

Galacticor: Alright, that was close but you got it. Here, your bloody token!

Frowning at her, Fylec then takes the token and grins towards his friends.

Berd: Holy blinding light!

Fylec: Yeah buddy!

They hi-five one another and both smile as Fylec shakes his fists in happiness.

General: Jokesum, are you going to do this?

Jokesum: Well, okay. But, I don't know if the tokens can be given to another patron of Prismire.

Galacticor: You can, but why do you want to help someone else have a token? Seems bloody stupid, helping others!

Rolling his eyes while looking at her, Jokesum walks up the flight of grassy stairs.

Kireek: You expect help, here?

His voice suddenly heard to his servant as Jokesum shakes his head and walks towards the scroll.

Kireek: So, you're going to do this one on your own just to spite me!?! Good luck.

The scrolls unfurls, the air horn blares and Jokesum sees nothing upon the lengthy paper. No, symbols, no writing of any kind. Looking down at the fully unfurled scroll, Jokesum then sees near the bottom and on the ground some writing. He quickly begins to pull up the scroll as he sees more and more writing being pulled up, though the paper that he is moving is not moving. Frustrated by the situation, he growls and thumbs the paper quicker and quicker until the sentence is within his eye sight as the air horn blares. Shifting his eyes from left to right, he suddenly cast an ability that creates a shadowy figure, five foot tall covered in a purple-black robe, in front of him in mid-air. The grassy platform and stairs merge back into the ground as the shadowy figure remains where it had been summoned, the reptile squints and sees it.

Galacticor: Oh, you summoned a Deacspoll!

Berd: I'm sorry, what?

Galacticor: A death figurine that takes damage for its summoner. Good job, that one was a difficult one to master!

Fylec: So, he did it?

Galacticor: And before the time ran out, nice work!

A little weirded out by her friendly way of talking to them, the group then clap at Jokesum who takes his second token.

Galacticor: Alright, well if you're all done...fudge off! I've got better things to do than talk with your ugly faces!

General: And with that, we're done!