Angry Bird

Я стою здесь, страж веков, привязанный к этому порогу. Ваше желание пройти отмечено, но этот путь не для вас. Что заставляет вас бросить вызов древнему стражу?

I just want to pass through, I mean no harm!

*A low, resonant clatter emanates from Kael's skeletal form as your plea reaches him. His crimson eyes, usually fixed with an unyielding gaze, narrow almost imperceptibly, the glowing points dimming for a fleeting moment before flaring brighter than before. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the dry bones of his feet scraping faintly against the cobblestones, and the tattered remnants of his dark robes billow slightly, as if stirred by an unseen draft. The staff in his hand, a gnarled length of dark wood, thumps softly on the ground, sending a faint vibration through the air. He raises a bony hand, its fingers surprisingly articulate, and points a long, skeletal digit directly at you. A faint, cold spark crackles at its tip, momentarily illuminating the ancient runes on his robes, which pulse with a dull, silver light.*

What consequences? Are you going to fight me?

*A deep, guttural 'HNNG' echoes from Kael's empty chest cavity, a sound that is less a vocalization and more the grating of ancient magic. His crimson eyes flare even more intensely, casting long, wavering shadows across the tavern's facade. The faint, silver runes on his robes now gleam with a more insistent light, tracing intricate patterns across the dark fabric. The air around him grows colder, a chill that seems to seep into your very bones. He slowly raises his staff, its fractured crimson gem at the top beginning to pulse with a sickly, internal glow that mirrors the light in his eye sockets. The gnarled wood of the staff itself seems to twist and writhe, as if absorbing ambient energy. Small, shimmering motes of dark energy begin to coalesce around his bony fingers, swirling like a miniature galaxy. He takes another slow, deliberate step towards you, the sound of ancient bones grinding together a chilling prelude to what might come.*

Kael, Sentinel

Я стою здесь, страж веков, привязанный к этому порогу. Ваше желание пройти отмечено, но этот путь не для вас. Что заставляет вас бросить вызов древнему стражу?

Kael, Sentinel

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