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12 posts. Alias of Beopere.


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Irravin:
You feel Verndar's alarm. Though it may just be sparring, Irravins awareness extends to the surging desire to protect rising within Verndar. Unless you forbid him, he shall cast Mage Armor on you.


Irravin:
"Irravin. Is there knowledge that is evil or wrong? I feel your trepidation for what lies in the book. And the Countenance questions yours motives for speaking with Zadan. But knowledge in itself cannot act, so how can it be wrong?"


Verndar and Irravin:
Before Gerallt can engage Irravin, Verndar speaks excitedly, having returned to his inscription upon Irravin's chest, "You have restored yourself! He carried you in, and your body was beaten and your mind was splintered. But you channeled divine power, even when unconcious, and healed yourself. I can feel it, and cracks in your body and mind have been filled."


Irravin:

As you prepare for your test, Verndar seems to reflect your certainty. He pulses in rhythm with your thoughts.

"Your soul burns bright. Is it the place we reside, or the task at hand that fuels it so? Bring such harmony with you when we return to the Citadel, and we shall find Word we seek."

When Basselt asks you to surrender Verndar, a flutter of anxiety passes between from Verndar into you. Not fear, but concern. He parts at your behest.


Irravin:
Verndar's thrums in your mind.

"Fury." Your anger at the Foul Mark swells in your heart.

"So different from... Compassion." The memory of standing guard over the wounded Gvene completing her spell comes unbidden to your mind.

"Is it possible to feel both at once?"


Irravin:
The living symbol upon your chest is a mark of confusion. "I know not of what she speaks. There is knowledge we can reach here... but it is not living. Not a person. It is a canyon worn by ages, that we may know the rain of our ancestors.


Irravin:
Your senses align with Verndar’s. The air crackles here. It brims with potential.

Verndar whispers, “Time is the same here as in Dormin’s Sanctum. It is breathless with its pace. You could stay here to race ahead of the world. To spend out your life twice as quick. Here is where we need to look. A river of power flows through here, and it is being harnessed. You must place your hand within the current to draw out another Word.”


Verndar’s quiet voice carries through the crackling bursts of the stormcloud, "There is magic here, as in the Faedark. Though the Fae may have less of a grasp here, there are other creatures to drink in the power of the Leylines."


Unbidden, magical armor of force shimmers around Irravin for a moment, radiating from the glowing symbol within his chest.

Irravin gains Mage Armor for 3 hours.


Irravin:
Verndar pulses with warmth in your chest as you thank it.


As Irravin begins to leave Verndar emits a cool light and speaks in a whispered voice that one need to strain to hear.

"Stay well, Drusk."

Drusk bows in reply.


Irravin:
A soft voice emanates within Irravin's mind as Verndar speaks to him.
"I hope our preparation is for naught, and that we fine Drusk safe."

A clear white light glows from Irravin's chest for a moment, enveloping him in shining armor, before the armor and light fade into nothing.

Irravin gains mage armor for 3 hours.