war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[heorte]

"Listening."

And there is, regrettably, much to listen to.

But Ellis isn't so concerned with the whispers that come to them indistinct, sometimes clear enough to parse as an observation, sometimes muffled as if from a distant room. They are a fair enough cover for what he really wants to turn his attention to focus on.

The Calling, beating like a second pulse behind his eyes, at his temples, rising and falling and too strong, just like the last time. (Just like years ago, just like in the desert.)

Ellis puts his shoulders to the wall. Crumbling, yes, but still. It's something.

"Have you seen anything?" he asks, casting about for a way to begin, as if there is some possibility of easing his way towards what he means to do.