Shanolia catches a glimpse of the snake as it lashes out at Dapple and decides that he's her next target. Careful to avoid the patch of ice, she wades through the rubble of the wall for a clear line of sight to the mechanical creature, letting her bolt fly true and pierce into his metallic scales. Seeing the creature still up, she pulls another bolt from her case and loads her weapon with deft hands.
The Perrin-thing charges straight at the Portal Modron, not caring that it lost its shield. He grabs one of the arms of the modron and, with a quick slice, severs it from the body. Suddenly the Portal Modron swirls to life, faster than before. Lera, Dapple, Woe, and Shanolia all feel a presence in their minds, rifling through their surface thoughts to make sense of this new being. As if in response, Lera feels a sharp psychic lance pierce her brain, dropping her to the floor next to her father.
Grasalfan charges forward again attempting to strike the snake with his small hammer. The hammer glances off the snake's armor. In the meantime, Polly rushes past Lera and stands next to Shanolia on the pile of rubble. She makes the gestures and flings her arms forward, shooting another small ball of fire. "Stop it!!" She screams at the creature. It smacks into the snake, causing the old gears to sizzle and burn.
The arms of the Portal Modron swing again in every direction. Perrin dances under them, a graceful ballet that you had never seen before. The arms narrowly miss Singe as well as he attempts to make his way past the massive modron. The snake scoops Perrin up right after his graceful dodge and holds him tight. His armor cracks and breaks, but Perrin himself seems unaffected by the pressure.
As Lera topples next to him, Zamar reaches down and lets the healing magic flow through him. “Wake up, sleepy head,” he says. “Are we having fun yet?” He spreads his hands as he tells her, “I’m hanging back. I’m just about tapped out, but I have a little juice left.”
To Shanolia's right Lera collapses while Polly quickly runs up and throws a firebolt toward the large snake. Shanolia lines up her crossbow and fires, narrowly missing Perrin as the creature scoops him up, the bolt embedding itself deep in the creature's hull.
"Lolth damn it all!" She cries, sliding another bolt into the crossbow and taking aim again.
Sensing the snake is close to destruction, Dapple concentrates his ire on the creature [Casts Hunter's Mark]then slips nimbly past Grasalfan. Up close and personal with the snake[Move to N12], he stabs out yet again and drives the rapier's point deep into the "heart" of the thing, drawing on the feelings of companionship Zamar's song gave him. "Not my new friends!," he shouts at it as it collapses before him. [12 (11+1) to hit, 14 damage]
One foe defeated, he turns to face the Portal Modron. Poised on the balls of his feat, ears slicked to his head and teeth bared, he roars in challenge.
Singe runs over to a tablet he spots on the south side of the chamber. As he does so, the portal modron kicks Singe, he stumbles but keeps going. At first glance the tablet is a complex pattern of runes, each one in a small square indent on the tablet itself. There’s also a long metal pole that runs down into the grates below. Looking at them for a moment reveals the indents themselves seem to be pressure sensitive. The pole that goes deep into the grates must consist of some sort of mechanism that'll respond to any 'button' pressed on the tablet. The tablet doesn't seem to have been used for hundreds of years. "Grasalfan! I need your help!" Singe shouts.
Singe runs to S18, takes 13 points of damage from an OA from the portal modron and rolls a 13 on an investigation check.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Koll clambers out of the elephant and through the warped doorway into the hallway, moving through a layer of disintegrated modron dust, close to where Woe is standing. Most of his teammates are arrayed outside of a large room amid the rubble of collapsed walls and doors. In the room beyond is a massive mechanical creature with waving arms. He has a clear shot at it and not sure what else to do, he chucks one of his throwing stars at it. The small projectile sinks into the thing with a clang, but it seems to do very little. He thinks to himself that he should get the magical jade to Perrin. Woe had said it contained a powerful spell that he could use.
“The most fun, dad,” Lera replied, casting chaos bolt again at the big bad evil guy. She was very nearly tapped out as well, and in her exhaustion the sorceress relied more heavily on the Wild Magic. The chaos bolt transformed into thunderous energy and slammed into her assailant. “Yeah! Take th-“ The aasimar started to cheer, but with a pop she was suddenly gone.
Lera didn’t know where she was. Everything was swirling blues and purples, with stars seemingly so close she could touch them. She recognized Perrin (what was he doing here?), but he wasn’t quite right. He was a snake with the wings of an angel. Next to him, the portal modron was missing, replaced by a cog the size of her palm.
As Lera is thrust into the Astral Plane, she can see the strands linking both the Snake-creature to Perrin and the Cog to the Machine, a huge psionic battle taking place between the two. The snake creature has small orbs it's protecting, and Lera notes that she is not one of those.
On the Prime Material Plane, Perrin slashes out at another of the machine's arms as he continues his deadly and graceful dance. His blow narrowly misses the arm as Singe and Grasalfan rush past. Polly moves, angling herself to get a better shot at the massive machine, but her fire bolt barely causes a singe.
The machine twirls its limbs again. It haphazardly slices out at Dapple, but Perrin seems to be the main target. Limb after limb slices through the halfling's armor, leaving it in tatters. The wounds caused seem to heal instantly, as if Perrin were above such archaic weapons.
Woe clutches her head as a spike of psionic energy tears through it. (13 damage / 6 with save)
Everyone that was paying attention to Lera's disappearance sees her pop back into existence. Polly screams and rushes over to her, freaked out at what she just saw. "Help!" She screams. "I think she's dead!"
Meanwhile, the Portal Modron immediately shuts down. Its arms go limp and the light that it emits disappears. There's a silence now, filled only with the sounds of Polly's cries. The silence is broken when Perrin turns to the group, points his sword at Lera, and says, "She must be killed."
“No! No! Frank stop. We killed it. The Modron is dead! We don’t attack our friends. Frank stop!”
Perrin struggles to fight back control. To push Frank back into the sword and take control of my body.
All of a sudden there is another bright flash of light. And then it’s all gone as the radiant light leaves Perrin and goes back into the sword. Perrin collapses on the ground but is still breathing.
(Wisdom ST to undo voluntary possession: 1d20+3=16)
Singe stares at the tablet, then at Perrin, then hears Polly's cries and rushes over to Lera. She's breathing; there is the shape of a gear branded on to her right hand. Singe looks at Polly, "She's unconscious, but alive. If someone who can heal could help me out?"
Zamar rushes over and pours the last little bit of healing magic he has into her. Koll surreptitiously does the same to Perrin.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Woe feels an attack on her mind, a crushing, all-encompassing energy. Woe is barely able to stay on her feet when the attack subsides.
All of a sudden, everything goes silent. The fight is over. Woe sinks down to the floor, clutching her head. "This was close." She mumbles over and over.
When everything just... stops, Dapple looks around, confused. "Did we kill it? Why did Perrin want to kill Lera?" He sheathes his weapon, then moves to Woe's side. "C'mon, let's go join the others." He helps her back to her feet and lets her lean on him as they move over to where Lera is lying with the others gathered around her.
Woe is grateful. "Thank you, Dapple!" Then she remembers something. "Say, before all hell broke loose at the Inn, you came in, battered and bruised and you said 'i am the last one'. What did you mean?"
After Woe tends to her wounds, she pulls out her lute and plays quietly while her friends rest. She is calming them and steadying their hands while they all tend their wounds.
//Spent 3 Hit Dice, back to 24/24
//Song of rest +1d6 for everyone who spends a hit dice.
"We should probably tie Perrin to a tree." Singe suggests.
"Well uh... hmmm... ummm, this is a new turn, I think," Grasalfan comments.
"Yeah. Tie them both up until we're sure of what's going on." Shanolia agrees as she throws her crossbow back over her shoulder and enters the large room.
"That would safer for everyone, probably. But we may want to stay in here. Don't forget all the other modrons out in the jungle." Dapple notes, helping Woe into the room with everyone else while Singe and Grasalfan look over some benches in the side chambers quickly before returning.
After a brief moment of indecision, Shanolia pulls some rope from her back and ties Lera’s hands behind her back and binds her ankles together. When she’s finished, Singe hands the Elf some more rope and gestures to Perrin, who she swiftly ties up in a similar manner.
"Should we stay here?" Singe asks, once their two unconscious friends are bound.
"Not much of a choice,” Shanolia responds. “The flying machine is ****ed, this is their home base, and I'm fairly certain whatever just happened caused the brood mother to shut down. Let's rest up a bit and maybe the gnome can figure out what's happening?"
"I am fascinated by the portal modron, I think Grasalfan and I have a lot of work cut out for us." Singe nods.
"Then let's rest. Anyone bring any bloody alcohol?" Shanolia drops her pack by the entrance and sits beside it, closing her eyes and relaxing somewhat.
After everyone has settled down, Dapple joins Woe, sitting nearby as she plays. He is silent for a time, merely listening with his eyes closed. Finally he speaks, his voice low so as not to interfere with her music. "That first night at the inn, I couldn't sleep at all. Too many questions racing in my head. So much was different, and you all were telling me how long I must have been trapped in that place. I had family, friends - my clan out in the jungle. I'd just disappeared and no one would have known what had happened to me. I... knew that everyone I'd ever known had to be long dead..." His words falter and the young tabaxi falls silent again for a time. "I needed to know if anyone was left though," he finally continues. "If my clan even existed any longer. So I left, went out into the jungle alone. Went back to try and find my home - to see if it was even still there. It... wasn't. Everything I know is changed and everyone really is gone. Where my village once stood, my family's home - just the faintest hint of some old stone overgrown by jungle." He stops speaking again, and just slumps back against the wall, staring at nothing, as if admitting this out loud for the first time has taken every ounce of energy.
During the short rest, everyone starts to feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Grasalfan approaches Zamar and feels Lera's head. "She's a bit feverish, I think," he says. Just as he's about to stand up, Lera begins to giggle in her sleep. At first it's a small breath of air expelled with a soft 'ha,' but soon starts to grow into a short burst of unsettling giggles. Just as soon as it starts, it ends, and she is silent again. "I fear we'll need to watch this one," Grasalfan comments, he then looks over at Perrin, "Perhaps both of them."
Singe nods, wincing at the pain in his freshly bandaged back, "What are you going to look at first, the portal or the flying machine? I want to help you in any way I can."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
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Shanolia catches a glimpse of the snake as it lashes out at Dapple and decides that he's her next target. Careful to avoid the patch of ice, she wades through the rubble of the wall for a clear line of sight to the mechanical creature, letting her bolt fly true and pierce into his metallic scales. Seeing the creature still up, she pulls another bolt from her case and loads her weapon with deft hands.
Movement: T10 to V12
/r 1d20+1d6+6 #To-Hit Snake W/ Bardic Inspiration = (14)+(2)+6=22 - Hit!
/r 1d8+2d6+4 #Snake Damage = (3)+(6+3)+4=16 - 16 Damage
Dungeon Master - LSoL
Kaori - Battlemaster Fighter 5 / Paladin 2 (Kenku) - TSR
Cherna Godhari - Grave Cleric 4 (Human) - TW
Breena Mahi'ai - Divination Wizard 8 (Halfling) - WoE
Sharyn Savonath - Open Sea Paladin 4 (Triton) - PoPI
Zephyr - Four Elements (Revised) Monk 4 (Air Genasi) - IO
Takeshi - Mercy Monk 6 (Protector Aasimar) - TBW
Avrui Sirsash - Genie Warlock 2 (Wildhunt Shifter) - WotBS
The Perrin-thing charges straight at the Portal Modron, not caring that it lost its shield. He grabs one of the arms of the modron and, with a quick slice, severs it from the body. Suddenly the Portal Modron swirls to life, faster than before. Lera, Dapple, Woe, and Shanolia all feel a presence in their minds, rifling through their surface thoughts to make sense of this new being. As if in response, Lera feels a sharp psychic lance pierce her brain, dropping her to the floor next to her father.
Grasalfan charges forward again attempting to strike the snake with his small hammer. The hammer glances off the snake's armor. In the meantime, Polly rushes past Lera and stands next to Shanolia on the pile of rubble. She makes the gestures and flings her arms forward, shooting another small ball of fire. "Stop it!!" She screams at the creature. It smacks into the snake, causing the old gears to sizzle and burn.
The arms of the Portal Modron swing again in every direction. Perrin dances under them, a graceful ballet that you had never seen before. The arms narrowly miss Singe as well as he attempts to make his way past the massive modron. The snake scoops Perrin up right after his graceful dodge and holds him tight. His armor cracks and breaks, but Perrin himself seems unaffected by the pressure.
Damage:
Tranaphant - 46
Portal Modron - 10
Mechanical Snake - 30
Perrin - Grappled / Possessed
Lera - Unconscious
Grasalfan - 10/21
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As Lera topples next to him, Zamar reaches down and lets the healing magic flow through him. “Wake up, sleepy head,” he says. “Are we having fun yet?” He spreads his hands as he tells her, “I’m hanging back. I’m just about tapped out, but I have a little juice left.”
(Zamar casts cure wounds and gives 8 hp to Lera.)
Zamar Zahuv - Level 4 Aasimar Bard in Whispers of Dissent
Golos - Level 1 Halfling Barbarian in Night's Dark Terror
Jerrok Flametongue - Level 6 Human Barbarian in Zendikar - Whispers of the Aeons
R'thr Ka'ri - Level 5 Paladin in The Adventures of Bubbles (every other Wednesday)
Johnathan Moonspeaker - Level 6 Druid in Web of Lies (every other Friday)
DM of Something Wicked This Way Comes - D&D Modernverse (every other Tuesday)
To Shanolia's right Lera collapses while Polly quickly runs up and throws a firebolt toward the large snake. Shanolia lines up her crossbow and fires, narrowly missing Perrin as the creature scoops him up, the bolt embedding itself deep in the creature's hull.
"Lolth damn it all!" She cries, sliding another bolt into the crossbow and taking aim again.
/r 1d20+6 #To-Hit Snake = (14)+6=20 - Hit!
/r 1d8+2d6+4 #Snake Damage = (4)+(3+5)+4=16 - 16 Damage
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Dungeon Master - LSoL
Kaori - Battlemaster Fighter 5 / Paladin 2 (Kenku) - TSR
Cherna Godhari - Grave Cleric 4 (Human) - TW
Breena Mahi'ai - Divination Wizard 8 (Halfling) - WoE
Sharyn Savonath - Open Sea Paladin 4 (Triton) - PoPI
Zephyr - Four Elements (Revised) Monk 4 (Air Genasi) - IO
Takeshi - Mercy Monk 6 (Protector Aasimar) - TBW
Avrui Sirsash - Genie Warlock 2 (Wildhunt Shifter) - WotBS
Sensing the snake is close to destruction, Dapple concentrates his ire on the creature [Casts Hunter's Mark] then slips nimbly past Grasalfan. Up close and personal with the snake [Move to N12], he stabs out yet again and drives the rapier's point deep into the "heart" of the thing, drawing on the feelings of companionship Zamar's song gave him. "Not my new friends!," he shouts at it as it collapses before him. [12 (11+1) to hit, 14 damage]
One foe defeated, he turns to face the Portal Modron. Poised on the balls of his feat, ears slicked to his head and teeth bared, he roars in challenge.
Woe shouts at the portal modrone: "You horrible, diabolical coward!! This fight will be the end of you! Why don't you stop and we talk!!"
She weaves magic into her words to distract and make his attacks less powerful.
However, when she expects the modron to react as if it was hurt, it seems to just shake her attack off.
//vicious mockery - WIS save failed -> disadvantage for the portal modron on his next attack (no damage - immune to psychic damage)
Singe runs over to a tablet he spots on the south side of the chamber. As he does so, the portal modron kicks Singe, he stumbles but keeps going. At first glance the tablet is a complex pattern of runes, each one in a small square indent on the tablet itself. There’s also a long metal pole that runs down into the grates below. Looking at them for a moment reveals the indents themselves seem to be pressure sensitive. The pole that goes deep into the grates must consist of some sort of mechanism that'll respond to any 'button' pressed on the tablet. The tablet doesn't seem to have been used for hundreds of years. "Grasalfan! I need your help!" Singe shouts.
Singe runs to S18, takes 13 points of damage from an OA from the portal modron and rolls a 13 on an investigation check.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Koll clambers out of the elephant and through the warped doorway into the hallway, moving through a layer of disintegrated modron dust, close to where Woe is standing. Most of his teammates are arrayed outside of a large room amid the rubble of collapsed walls and doors. In the room beyond is a massive mechanical creature with waving arms. He has a clear shot at it and not sure what else to do, he chucks one of his throwing stars at it. The small projectile sinks into the thing with a clang, but it seems to do very little. He thinks to himself that he should get the magical jade to Perrin. Woe had said it contained a powerful spell that he could use.
(moves to i11 - attack 19+5=24, damage 3+3=6)
“The most fun, dad,” Lera replied, casting chaos bolt again at the big bad evil guy. She was very nearly tapped out as well, and in her exhaustion the sorceress relied more heavily on the Wild Magic. The chaos bolt transformed into thunderous energy and slammed into her assailant. “Yeah! Take th-“ The aasimar started to cheer, but with a pop she was suddenly gone.
Lera didn’t know where she was. Everything was swirling blues and purples, with stars seemingly so close she could touch them. She recognized Perrin (what was he doing here?), but he wasn’t quite right. He was a snake with the wings of an angel. Next to him, the portal modron was missing, replaced by a cog the size of her palm.
PBP: DM of Titans of Tomorrow
PBP: Lera Zahuv in Whispers of Dissent
PBP: Evaine Brae in Innistrad: Dark Ascension
PBP: Cor'avin in Tomb of Annihilation
As Lera is thrust into the Astral Plane, she can see the strands linking both the Snake-creature to Perrin and the Cog to the Machine, a huge psionic battle taking place between the two. The snake creature has small orbs it's protecting, and Lera notes that she is not one of those.
On the Prime Material Plane, Perrin slashes out at another of the machine's arms as he continues his deadly and graceful dance. His blow narrowly misses the arm as Singe and Grasalfan rush past. Polly moves, angling herself to get a better shot at the massive machine, but her fire bolt barely causes a singe.
The machine twirls its limbs again. It haphazardly slices out at Dapple, but Perrin seems to be the main target. Limb after limb slices through the halfling's armor, leaving it in tatters. The wounds caused seem to heal instantly, as if Perrin were above such archaic weapons.
Woe clutches her head as a spike of psionic energy tears through it. (13 damage / 6 with save)
Damage:
Tranaphant - 46
Portal Modron - 27
Perrin - Possessed
Lera - Teleported
Grasalfan - 10/21
Singe - 2/22
Woe - ???
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Everyone that was paying attention to Lera's disappearance sees her pop back into existence. Polly screams and rushes over to her, freaked out at what she just saw. "Help!" She screams. "I think she's dead!"
Meanwhile, the Portal Modron immediately shuts down. Its arms go limp and the light that it emits disappears. There's a silence now, filled only with the sounds of Polly's cries. The silence is broken when Perrin turns to the group, points his sword at Lera, and says, "She must be killed."
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“No! No! Frank stop. We killed it. The Modron is dead! We don’t attack our friends. Frank stop!”
Perrin struggles to fight back control. To push Frank back into the sword and take control of my body.
All of a sudden there is another bright flash of light. And then it’s all gone as the radiant light leaves Perrin and goes back into the sword. Perrin collapses on the ground but is still breathing.
(Wisdom ST to undo voluntary possession: 1d20+3=16)
Singe stares at the tablet, then at Perrin, then hears Polly's cries and rushes over to Lera. She's breathing; there is the shape of a gear branded on to her right hand. Singe looks at Polly, "She's unconscious, but alive. If someone who can heal could help me out?"
Zamar rushes over and pours the last little bit of healing magic he has into her. Koll surreptitiously does the same to Perrin.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Woe feels an attack on her mind, a crushing, all-encompassing energy. Woe is barely able to stay on her feet when the attack subsides.
All of a sudden, everything goes silent. The fight is over. Woe sinks down to the floor, clutching her head. "This was close." She mumbles over and over.
// HP 1/24
When everything just... stops, Dapple looks around, confused. "Did we kill it? Why did Perrin want to kill Lera?" He sheathes his weapon, then moves to Woe's side. "C'mon, let's go join the others." He helps her back to her feet and lets her lean on him as they move over to where Lera is lying with the others gathered around her.
Woe is grateful. "Thank you, Dapple!" Then she remembers something. "Say, before all hell broke loose at the Inn, you came in, battered and bruised and you said 'i am the last one'. What did you mean?"
After Woe tends to her wounds, she pulls out her lute and plays quietly while her friends rest. She is calming them and steadying their hands while they all tend their wounds.
//Spent 3 Hit Dice, back to 24/24
//Song of rest +1d6 for everyone who spends a hit dice.
"We should probably tie Perrin to a tree." Singe suggests.
"Well uh... hmmm... ummm, this is a new turn, I think," Grasalfan comments.
"Yeah. Tie them both up until we're sure of what's going on." Shanolia agrees as she throws her crossbow back over her shoulder and enters the large room.
"That would safer for everyone, probably. But we may want to stay in here. Don't forget all the other modrons out in the jungle." Dapple notes, helping Woe into the room with everyone else while Singe and Grasalfan look over some benches in the side chambers quickly before returning.
After a brief moment of indecision, Shanolia pulls some rope from her back and ties Lera’s hands behind her back and binds her ankles together. When she’s finished, Singe hands the Elf some more rope and gestures to Perrin, who she swiftly ties up in a similar manner.
"Should we stay here?" Singe asks, once their two unconscious friends are bound.
"Not much of a choice,” Shanolia responds. “The flying machine is ****ed, this is their home base, and I'm fairly certain whatever just happened caused the brood mother to shut down. Let's rest up a bit and maybe the gnome can figure out what's happening?"
"I am fascinated by the portal modron, I think Grasalfan and I have a lot of work cut out for us." Singe nods.
"Then let's rest. Anyone bring any bloody alcohol?" Shanolia drops her pack by the entrance and sits beside it, closing her eyes and relaxing somewhat.
//Spent 1d8 Hit Die (+7) / From 16hp to 18hp//
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Kaori - Battlemaster Fighter 5 / Paladin 2 (Kenku) - TSR
Cherna Godhari - Grave Cleric 4 (Human) - TW
Breena Mahi'ai - Divination Wizard 8 (Halfling) - WoE
Sharyn Savonath - Open Sea Paladin 4 (Triton) - PoPI
Zephyr - Four Elements (Revised) Monk 4 (Air Genasi) - IO
Takeshi - Mercy Monk 6 (Protector Aasimar) - TBW
Avrui Sirsash - Genie Warlock 2 (Wildhunt Shifter) - WotBS
After everyone has settled down, Dapple joins Woe, sitting nearby as she plays. He is silent for a time, merely listening with his eyes closed. Finally he speaks, his voice low so as not to interfere with her music. "That first night at the inn, I couldn't sleep at all. Too many questions racing in my head. So much was different, and you all were telling me how long I must have been trapped in that place. I had family, friends - my clan out in the jungle. I'd just disappeared and no one would have known what had happened to me. I... knew that everyone I'd ever known had to be long dead..." His words falter and the young tabaxi falls silent again for a time. "I needed to know if anyone was left though," he finally continues. "If my clan even existed any longer. So I left, went out into the jungle alone. Went back to try and find my home - to see if it was even still there. It... wasn't. Everything I know is changed and everyone really is gone. Where my village once stood, my family's home - just the faintest hint of some old stone overgrown by jungle." He stops speaking again, and just slumps back against the wall, staring at nothing, as if admitting this out loud for the first time has taken every ounce of energy.
During the short rest, everyone starts to feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Grasalfan approaches Zamar and feels Lera's head. "She's a bit feverish, I think," he says. Just as he's about to stand up, Lera begins to giggle in her sleep. At first it's a small breath of air expelled with a soft 'ha,' but soon starts to grow into a short burst of unsettling giggles. Just as soon as it starts, it ends, and she is silent again. "I fear we'll need to watch this one," Grasalfan comments, he then looks over at Perrin, "Perhaps both of them."
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Singe nods, wincing at the pain in his freshly bandaged back, "What are you going to look at first, the portal or the flying machine? I want to help you in any way I can."
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett