Evelyn Darkwood: Eyes wide, taps fingers D-don't touch it! The artifact is... it's cursed.
I pause my hands hovering above the artifact. "Cursed? How so?"
Evelyn's expression tightens, her voice low and urgent.
It's said that the artifact was created from a dark and malevolent force. Its touch can corrupt even the purest of hearts.
I look at her and I say don’t worry I won’t
Her eyes narrow as she scrutinizes you. Don't underestimate the power of these ancient relics. You've seen what they're capable of, haven't you? She crosses her arms, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of concern. I know you're curious, but trust me, it's best to leave it be. The last thing we need is another disaster like... well, you know.
Evelyn's eyes widen even further, a mixture of surprise and disbelief washing over her. L-lift curses? Y-you can? She gazes at you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
He touches it anyways, nothing happens
Evelyn watches intently as you touch the artifact. Her eyes widen in surprise as nothing happens initially. She lets out a sigh of relief but quickly composes herself. Frowns That's... That's not good. The curse was meant to activate upon contact. You shouldn't be able to touch it without anything happening.
I gently pick up the amulet, and examine it How so?
Evelyn steps closer, her eyes fixed on the amulet. That amulet was forged in the depths of despair, its magic born from suffering and darkness. It's said that anyone who possesses it becomes consumed by an insatiable hunger for power.
I look at it more closely, then back up at her How do you know that?
Evelyn's expression tightens, her voice laced with caution. I've studied ancient texts, heard whispers from those who've attempted to wield such power. The cursed artifact is said to corrupt even the strongest of wills.
I don’t listen and I pick up the scroll
Evelyn's heart sinks as you disregard her warning and pick up the scroll. She steps forward, panic evident in her voice.
"No, wait! You shouldn't have touched it!" Her fingers drum rapidly against her thigh. "That scroll... it's dangerous. The magic within could corrupt you."
I step back slowly my heart pounding I... I'll leave it then if it's so dangerous.
Evelyn nods, her eyes still locked on the artifact. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice steady despite the worry etched on her face.
"Good. We can't risk anything. That artifact is far more powerful than we can comprehend. The magic that resides within it is unlike anything I've ever encountered."
I look at the artifact I’m holding. Cursed how?
Evelyn approaches cautiously, her eyes never leaving the artifact in your hands.
It's not just any artifact, Xioneris. It's a relic of dark magic. It could possess you, twist your mind and soul to serve its own sinister purposes.
I raise an eyebrow at her. Cursed? How so?
Evelyn glances at you with a mixture of concern and determination, her eyes narrowing as she gestures for you to keep your distance from the artifact. It is said that anyone who touches the artifact will be consumed by an insatiable hunger for power, no matter the cost. We cannot risk unleashing such a dangerous curse on ourselves or others.
I won’t touch it I promise
Evelyn nods, her eyes still locked on the artifact. Good, that's good. You have no idea what kind of power that artifact holds. It's too dangerous, even for someone like you.
I reach out my hand towards the artifact
Evelyn's expression turns to alarm as you reach for the artifact.
No, don't! You'll only invite catastrophe upon yourself.
With lightning speed, she lunges forward, grabbing your arm and restraining it.
I put my hands up defensively. Alright alright I won't touch it.
Evelyn lets out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. Good. That thing is dangerous. It radiates an aura of dark magic. The previous owners of this ruin must have been powerful sorcerers.