Manor of Origin (REDUX)

Chariot: You give the door a once over, and are confident that there are no traps, and as you listen for a moment you hear no signs of life or activity.

Danzig: Your Greed reaches out and yanks magic from a good chunk of one of the shelves. As the many minor mysteries flood your circuits, you can’t help but like the feeling. The circuits themselves glow in multiple colors, and like Inquistor said, you feel tug in your gut towards the next room, likely from one of the items you’ve stolen from. The revelry last for a minute, your current upper limit on how long you can hold power by force, and the the magic dissipates from your system and returns to it’s original place.

The next room is fairly empty.
Five pedestals sit empty at particular points on the floor. The walls are bare except for a long curtain the extends the entirety of the left wall.

There’s nothing glaring obvious as to the configuration or order of the pedestals. They are arranged in a square shape with four corners and a pedestal in the middle. The pedestals are unmarked in anyway, the walls are similarly blank. The curtains are a solid black, with a pull cord made of ordinary rope. No mystical energies seem to emit from the pedestals either.

After moving the curtain slightly, Chariot is met with his own reflection. The curtain covers a room length mirror.

The mirror is indeed radiating magic, the type seems to elude Faux.

As Banshee draws the curtain after soaking in Inquisitor’s embarrassment, she has s met with her own reflection as well as the reflections of everything else in the room. Her theory is confirmed, faintly embedded in each pedestal is a symbol that isn’t visible normally. A cup in the center, the moon, some sort of worm, chains, and a black sphere. The pedestal Inquisitor randomly placed the cup on now glows faintly green.

The pedestal of the moon lights up green in the mirror.

Faux: As you browse the shelves you find several objects that fit the criteria you’re looking for.
For the worm you find a figure of a large SandWorm ( rows of teeth and all), a fossilized silk worm wrapped in slightly glittery threads, a carving of a smirking man with worm like things seemingly eating him from the feet up. For the chain you find a few broken links made of silvery metal, a statue of a woman in a prayer position with chain like patterns etched into her skin and dress, and finally a painting depicting a dragon being bound in chains near a river of lava.

With a stroke of ingenuity, Danzig examines the chain items internally.
Each item provides the exhilarating rush of magic, but only one gives him a tugging sensation in his gut. The chained lady.