"Yes, yes," Syrissa says. "I promise. After the sculpting is complete, you may see the queen." Then, as the party poses, Syrissa reaches up and lifts her veil to reveal her face.
You don't quite know how to respond to the beauty...and the writhing snakes. You try to run--to scream--but it is too late. Your body won't respond. Every nerve seems to scream out in pain, and then you feel a heavy weight on your chest. You can't breathe.
Shae sees Floradine's body as it begins to turn to stone, body, clothes and all. Neither Floradine nor Shae can tell if Shanjalae or Garanon, standing behind them, have looked at the medusa's face, but it is too late to guess.
As your body hardens, you hear Syrissa talking offhandedly to her blind servant. "When they are finished, put them next to Ashe. I can't believe he thought I wouldn't recognize him after those longevity potions he imbibed."
"Yes, madaam," Erthnon says.
"Are the artifacts in a safe place?"
"Yes, madaam."
"They are safer this way, don't you think? The human body is so frail, after all."
"Yes, madaam."
"Do not let the Brotherhood know they have been here. She may be the last hope for the throne of Man...and Elf. Of peace."
"But the Gathering, madaam."
"Yes, yes."
"The prophecies."
"All of which will be decided in due time. For now, they must wait in this preserved state until--"
You hear nothing else as your body turns into completely solidified rock. One last image of her petrifying gaze burns into your retinas, and you can only stare at it...for years...and years...
[All active members of the party have been turned to stone. This campaign will continue if and when they are revived.]
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