Vin stands by the window of Ömertyr’s backpack, his gaze fixed in the direction of Vox’s isle. The "excitement" of his academic exchange with Ginro has been replaced by a cold, leaden weight in his gut.
"It’s not a shield", he murmurs, more to himself than the room, though his voice carries a sharp, urgent edge. "It’s an engine. We aren't just fighting an Astral Dreadnought and a Lich and her army, we’re fighting a tide that grows with every drop of blood we lose. The moment one of ours falls within that aura, they aren't dead. They’re just... recruited. It has to be taken down, and quickly. Should we help with that first?", he asks, his voice raising slightly although it is maybe. not clear whether he is talking to himself or everyone else.
He turns back to the group, his expression grave. His time in Ginro’s lab stirring concoctions and filling in the thousand-year gaps of material history felt like a peaceful lifetime ago. Even the memory of the playful Xorns chasing a flustered Neferox feels like a dream compared to the logistical nightmare of a field that auto-reanimates the fallen.
He looks at Elthana as she makes her request. He remembers the outcome of her last attempt all too well.
"Stay strong of mind and will", he whispers. "See what we need to see, but remember where you are and who you are. And who you have with you, backing you up".
Muir who hasn't been able to put the book down he borrowed from Elthana pauses long enough to provide support as well "Oh yes support....Definitely...The cosmos can tell us of terrible omens or boons! I can commute with my notes and see what can be foretold to support your well being." Muir spouts word salad offering a d6 of support
The room within the mount provides ample space for all to keep watch and Elthana settles into a comfortable seated position in the center of the room, Gewyn begins strumming a soothing melody to aid in the cause, Vin and Neferox both keep a vigilant watch for any change in body language or look of discomfort in their friend, and Muir summons a star map to provide some divine assistance. Elthana, going into a meditative state begins to see...
(Elthana you can give me a wisdom save at advantage adding the relevant benefits from the group)
Elthana sits and with all the benefits that the group allow her she seems to go into a trance. Unmoving for a long time, ten minutes, twenty, thirty, and then a look of panic crosses her face as she seems shocked by something. Neferox growls as Elthana shoots one leg out straight in some kind of reaction, still perfectly sound in her trance, but then her eyes begin to slowly open. Her face in a wickedly sinister smile though she doesn't seem fully conscious.
Vin stands by the window of Ömertyr’s backpack, his gaze fixed in the direction of Vox’s isle. The "excitement" of his academic exchange with Ginro has been replaced by a cold, leaden weight in his gut.
"It’s not a shield", he murmurs, more to himself than the room, though his voice carries a sharp, urgent edge. "It’s an engine. We aren't just fighting an Astral Dreadnought and a Lich and her army, we’re fighting a tide that grows with every drop of blood we lose. The moment one of ours falls within that aura, they aren't dead. They’re just... recruited. It has to be taken down, and quickly. Should we help with that first?", he asks, his voice raising slightly although it is maybe. not clear whether he is talking to himself or everyone else.
He turns back to the group, his expression grave. His time in Ginro’s lab stirring concoctions and filling in the thousand-year gaps of material history felt like a peaceful lifetime ago. Even the memory of the playful Xorns chasing a flustered Neferox feels like a dream compared to the logistical nightmare of a field that auto-reanimates the fallen.
He looks at Elthana as she makes her request. He remembers the outcome of her last attempt all too well.
"I will watch over you, and provide some help to focus your mind", he says firmly.
"Stay strong of mind and will", he whispers. "See what we need to see, but remember where you are and who you are. And who you have with you, backing you up".
Muir who hasn't been able to put the book down he borrowed from Elthana pauses long enough to provide support as well "Oh yes support....Definitely...The cosmos can tell us of terrible omens or boons! I can commute with my notes and see what can be foretold to support your well being." Muir spouts word salad offering a d6 of support
The room within the mount provides ample space for all to keep watch and Elthana settles into a comfortable seated position in the center of the room, Gewyn begins strumming a soothing melody to aid in the cause, Vin and Neferox both keep a vigilant watch for any change in body language or look of discomfort in their friend, and Muir summons a star map to provide some divine assistance. Elthana, going into a meditative state begins to see...
(Elthana you can give me a wisdom save at advantage adding the relevant benefits from the group)
Greginald Grainback, Gnome Wizard, Zorg's Lost Souls III
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Elthana sits and with all the benefits that the group allow her she seems to go into a trance. Unmoving for a long time, ten minutes, twenty, thirty, and then a look of panic crosses her face as she seems shocked by something. Neferox growls as Elthana shoots one leg out straight in some kind of reaction, still perfectly sound in her trance, but then her eyes begin to slowly open. Her face in a wickedly sinister smile though she doesn't seem fully conscious.
Greginald Grainback, Gnome Wizard, Zorg's Lost Souls III
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah