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Palace Game 6/3

The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

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It sort of sinks in on itself, a fat little ball shape (or close, ish, to one), all of those eyes still staring at him.

Really. I just want to help.

The tentacle does not appear to be terribly convinced, but after a couple of seconds, it does start to beckon him closer.

[walking up to it!]

It rears up a little, like it's trying to make itself seem bigger and more intimidating, but honestly--all things considered that could be possible, it does not. It's only maybe about half the length of a man's forearm, from elbow to fingertips. Those eyes are perhaps the most intimidating part, all sharp and unblinking and staring at him.

Do you know something that could point me toward the ring?

It sort hunkers itself down when he asks it. Despite being a thing with no real facial features, it seems somehow... guilty...?

You seem like you do.

It shakes itself back and forth, like a kid shaking its head vigorously no. But it does try to keep itself as hunched down as close to its own base as possible.

[softly] Please. I need to help her. I can't force you to do anything, but I'd appreciate a little cooperation.

It stays still for a very long few seconds, and then finally, as if greatly resigned, it sort of--hops backwards a little. It's graceless, because it's such a small awkwardly-shaped thing, but it still does. And when it moves, he can see that it was, in fact, sitting on the ring the entire time.

[BLINKS]

Ah, there, that wasn't so hard, was it?

[slowly reaches to take it?]

It does bristle at him, but it doesn't try to stop him as he takes it.

The ring itself is a heavy gold band, unadorned, but if he can sense magic at all, it is intensely powerful. This might actually be a divine construct, let's be honest.

[wow wow okay]

And now what do I do with this. Am I supposed to kill the King of Mages with this ring. What.

The tentacle just wiggles at him. It's like a little kid sticking its tongue out.

[._.

he goes back to the cafeteria to find archer again.]

When he returns, the man in red is still hard at work cooking. It appears he has moved on from curry to something that is being deep-fried. He's made up some salads, too; the board games have been cleared away for what looks like a Lot Of Food.

[approaching cautiously]

I, err, I found what I was looking for. What do I do with it?

It takes him a moment to notice, but when he looks up, he blinks, looking vaguely surprised.

"Well--what was it, first?"

It's this ring.

[showing it]

I can barely stand to hold it. I have no idea what it's capable of.

The ring gets an instant reaction--the man in red actually jerks up to attention, wide-eyed, looking kind of like he wants to snatch it and throw it away, and also like he doesn't want to be anywhere near it.

"That thing? That's what he used? Seriously?"

All right, can you please tell me what exactly it is and what I'm meant to do with it and "what he used" means?

"It's... part of a specific legend," he says at last. "From where we come from. How familiar are you with Christian mythology?"

With what?

"--All right, never mind that," he says, waving a hand. "There's legends about an ancient king who was greatly favored by his god, to the point where he was given ten rings, as a sign of their covenant. Supposedly at the end of his life, he returned them to the heavens, but..."

He gestures to the ring in Des's hand.

"These things sometimes have a way of winding up in places where they don't necessarily belong."

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