Manor of Origin (REDUX)

As Inquisitor collides with the door, the hidden mechanisms that kept it in place audibly groan, but don’t seem to be giving in.
However, not being deterred by this, Inquisitor plants his feet and continues to apply immense pressure. The metallic groans increase in volume, until all at one it shatters, sending Inquisitor flying into the room face to floor as the door swings open while he’s pushing.

What Banshee finds on the other side of the door doesn’t quite match her expectations.
The room is surprisingly ornate, and seemingly untouched by the decay and destruction of the surrounding area. Around the edges of the room are what look like serveral work stations. Drawing tables, work benches, an alchemy station, carpentry tools, even what seems to be a jewelers station, several stray gems and unfinished works scattered about. Each station has several pieces of paper attached or scattered about, the contents hard to see from Banshee’s position.

At the center however is something that contrasts with the overall feeling of the room. Something a priestess of death is all to familiar with, makeshift graves.

There are six graves. Each seems personalized, though a cross made of carved wood is common for each, along with flowered wreaths that have long since withered.
The first is decorated with charms and characters of some eastern nation by the look of it, on a small pedestal is a shattered katana, it’s pieces arranged in it’s original shape.
The second is decorated with several marble sculptures and pillars, inscribed in Latin. On a small pedestal is a carving of a vast red tree.
The third is plain, no decorations, no inscriptions, just a pedestal with an ornate pistol.
The fourth has a few Gaelic phrases inscribed, with a vast amount of random scorrimg marks, almost to resemble scars. A pedestal with a broken chain is in front of it.
The fith glows oddly, inscribed in magical runes, a tattered purple cloak is draped on the cross.
The sixth is wrapped in rope, tattered sail cloth is wrapped around it, on a pedestal is a broken telescope.

Inquisitor: Still a bit dizzy from his head colliding with the floor, he searches the outer ring of the room, through his haze something does catch his interest. Nestled in one of the corners is a weavers rack, a project sits half finished, it’s final form indiscernible, yet lightly humming.
Faux: The alchemy station is a work of art. Not even the professors at the University had such high grade instruments and ingredients. It makes them look like amateurs and Faux look insignificant. Whoever made this station was clearly a master of the craft. Faux easily finds the materials he’s looking for, as well as many, many rare components and hat he wasn’t even allowed to took back in class. The projects laid on the jewelry table also speak of a master of sorts. Several minor gemstones litter the table ( topaz, amethysts, jet), as well as several gold and silver rings, bracelets, and circlets, all socketed and waiting for the proper gem. A couple of finished projects sit in a display case. A tungsten band set with a large pearl, carved to resemble a white rose in full bloom, highly detailed. A arm length silver bracer etched and detailed to loo like a coiling snake, two emerald fragments set as its eyes, individual scales run the length of the masterpiece. Finally a simple pendant on a leather cord, shaped like coin with an emerald set in the center, looking inside the jewl however reveals the jewl has been faceted to give the image of a small bird.
As an afterthought he glances at one of the papers, it appears to be a child’s drawing, in fact all of them are drawings.
Banshee: Seeing as the cross is consistent, it’s likely that whoever made them was probably Christian, even if those represented were not.
Chariot: Across all the tables (surprisingly the jewelry table in particular), has the type of precision tools one would need to fine tune a firearm. Speaking of which, the one in front of the 3rd grave keeps catching your attention, something about it triggers your curiosity as a gunsmith.

It’s a rather large pistol. It’s barrel is significantly larger than average, being roughly 20 inches long. Barrel, receiver, hammer, and trigger are made of a dark iron, all are engraved with silver vines and roses. The grip and under barrel are made of finely polished wood, likely walnut. The grip has a painting of a woman done completely in white. Long flowing hair, pale skin, billowing dress. Her smile has an almost divine grace. There doesn’t appear to be a cylinder or magazine, the trigger guard is large and stylized in a rather jagged fashion. Any further details require a closer look.

The grave is fascinating, the runes appear to have just appeared on the cross, as they seem to be hovering just above the wood. The runes are powerful, and in Ancient Greek, which would indicate knowledge from the Age of Gods when magic was at its peak. The he secrets you could obtain if only you could decipher it. Secrets once again evade you, frustration builds but give way to a powerful sensation. Something at your core begins to resonate, it calls to be released.

"Do you answer?"

As Danzig accepts, his eyes begin to glow purple, and a smile creeps across his face. The resonance in his chest grows, spreading across his soul. Straight purple lines begin to spread up his arms, growing smaller and thinner, tapering at his finger tips.

We reach for the truth, we reach for the secrets, but we are stonewalled at every turn, reduced to a two bit thug taking magical scraps from the scum of the planet. No more. No more. We will take what we want, from now on nothing is safe from us SO TAKE IT!
And he does.
Without thinking his arm extends, still glowing, and touches the grave.
The light is pulled from the grave, the runes along with it, and it forms a small purple orb in the center of his hand.
He crushes it, and it’s absorbed into the lines, the runes glowing on his skin.
He laughs, at last, some real magic. HIS magic, forever within his grasp, along with any secrets he could lay his eyes on.
Arcane Envy obtained.