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[color=steelblue]"As I mentioned a little earlier, without a proper magical catalyst, my magic will be eating through these makeshift catalysts very quickly. Approximately each would last six seconds give or take."[/color] Rudolph explained to the warrior as he began counting the collected branches. There were roughly fifty branches in the pile they collected. That would mean five minutes of the scrying spell taking effect. He would have hoped that 5 minutes would be enough for him to pinpoint or, at least, generalize the direction where Thaddeus was. [color=steelblue]"If everyone is ready, I'll begin the divination."[/color] Grasping a branch, the wizard begins to channel his mana into the catalyst and focus on the Mesmer's mental image.

As predicted, the amount of magic flowing into the mundane object was too much and soon turned into ash; but before he could lose concentration on the spell he grabs another branch to continue the channeling. The process repeated itself over and over again as the pile of branches was gradually reduced for the five minutes he was able to keep the spell going. Not a branch was left and not a centimeter of the wizard's clothes were free from ash. Dusting himself off as best as he could he turns to report to his companions. [color=steelblue]"It wasn't much to work with but I can say with 78% certainty that Thaddeus is North East of our position and is still in combat with Nemnon."[/color] He wasn't sure the next step considering that they just narrowly escaped capture and now know that Thaddeus was still alive and, more importantly, inside the Thousand Year Old Woods fighting against a monster of an elf.