There are three eyes in that statue. Two were carved. The third matches the smoke still leaking out Cedric's gauntlet, one hand clutched over palm —
Eventually, he stops looking sheepish. Starts looking on the Gate.
"What happens," He might ask. "To something goes in that?"
Not hard to guess: Thing's thicker than he's ever spied Blight. But metal grinds on metal, thumb wearing a contemplative circle. What happens to magic goes in that?
The deeper they go, time seems to dilate: Halls stretch on, wind in harlequin patterns of shade. The same tile. The same path. The further they travel, the less they might have moved at all.
Now and again, hope flickers. A shadow throws the shape of a comrade, dissolves again. Voices crackle about a corner, only to reveal Veilfire; dust.
"Dunno if 'm seeing things," Under his breath. A mosaic coils all along this hall: Some great menace of wings. "Or if that's following us."
Might be. Was it always so close to your back?
III) SHADOWPLAY | Open to cave crew
They've been looking. Around the latest corner, he startles — steps back to clear a path for the spirit congealing before him. Wisps draw from wall, threading into the pale shape of some greater form.
Helpful. Maybe helpful.
"And you saw them," Dubious. The spirit bobs in place, collects a dozen tiny arms from the air. Fetal fingers beckon. On each loop they unspool again. "Sure about that?"
He isn't even sure he's guessed right.
WILDCARD
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cedric
I) WHO DID THAT
There are three eyes in that statue. Two were carved. The third matches the smoke still leaking out Cedric's gauntlet, one hand clutched over palm —
Eventually, he stops looking sheepish. Starts looking on the Gate.
"What happens," He might ask. "To something goes in that?"
Not hard to guess: Thing's thicker than he's ever spied Blight. But metal grinds on metal, thumb wearing a contemplative circle. What happens to magic goes in that?
(Look, he hasn’t read the research.)
II) SEARCH PARTY
The deeper they go, time seems to dilate: Halls stretch on, wind in harlequin patterns of shade. The same tile. The same path. The further they travel, the less they might have moved at all.
Now and again, hope flickers. A shadow throws the shape of a comrade, dissolves again. Voices crackle about a corner, only to reveal Veilfire; dust.
"Dunno if 'm seeing things," Under his breath. A mosaic coils all along this hall: Some great menace of wings. "Or if that's following us."
Might be. Was it always so close to your back?
III) SHADOWPLAY | Open to cave crew
They've been looking. Around the latest corner, he startles — steps back to clear a path for the spirit congealing before him. Wisps draw from wall, threading into the pale shape of some greater form.
Helpful. Maybe helpful.
"And you saw them," Dubious. The spirit bobs in place, collects a dozen tiny arms from the air. Fetal fingers beckon. On each loop they unspool again. "Sure about that?"
He isn't even sure he's guessed right.
WILDCARD
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