voice;

[hellsgatekeeper]

[For those who have spoken to him before, Imhotep's voice is not quite as measured as it usually is. There's a touch of panic there that might otherwise be easy to miss.]

Some strange curse has befallen my friend!

He is breathing, but will not wake. What is even more concerning is that his skin has become shiny. It is as though he is slowly turning into alu-min-um. I have used a healing spell, multiple times, and it has had no effect at all.

This is not natural. I must admit that I need guidance in this matter. Or a bottle of wine.

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[Voice]

[purplexing]

Aluminum? Wait, is...is it like, just his skin or is he becoming encased in it? How did it happen?

[hellsgatekeeper]

It is his skin, or else I might have tried to remove it.

He simply did not wake in the morning, and already had hardened skin when I tried to rouse him. I do not think anything unusual happened to him, but I cannot know for sure.

[purplexing]

I...I don't know what it could be. I've heard that there are instances where there's like...bodies of people and animals covered in metal but I don't know about people themselves turning into metal... I haven't been here long.

[hellsgatekeeper]

I have seen some of those as we traveled, and the ones on the tower. Could this be some kind of metal-sickness?

Do not worry yourself. Djoser is still breathing, and does not seem to be in pain. If this change remains gradual, I may yet find a way to stop it.

[purplexing]

Inconclusive without more data. At least, I haven't heard anyone else saying they were experiencing something similar.

Do you think it could be another sort of monster thing? Like with the other changes that have been happening?

[hellsgatekeeper]

Perhaps? Though no one I have spoken to so far made mention of slipping into a coma. Even my own changes simply happened and went away just as quickly.

[purplexing]

First I've heard of it as well. Can't say I've been so lucky about the changes though. Some have...stuck.

voice

[bufudine]

[Hm. He hasn't heard of such a thing before. There were some monsters with petrification effects, but...]

Where are you and your friend located?

[hellsgatekeeper]

We are on the solar barque - ah. It is the fancy wooden ship on wheels.

-> action

[bufudine]

[Good thing that solar barque had been defined for him, otherwise he'd have no idea what that was.]

I'll be there soon.

[He wants to see what exactly is going on here. So it isn't long before Serph arrives outside the 'fancy wooden ship on wheels', looking for sign of the person fretting on the radio. He's dressed in tailored pants and sandals, with feathers covering large swathes of exposed skin and six large wings folded at his back. He does not have a bottle of wine, unfortunately.]

voice

[solitarysoul]

He turned...metal?

[That wasn't good.]

[hellsgatekeeper]

He is turning into metal, yes. It is a strange thing to see.

[solitarysoul]

[Well, Viktor was metal...but he was still moving.]

L-Like the husks...?

[Please don't let it be that.]