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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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‘Jakes’ antics were beginning to gnaw at Barty ever so slightly. He wanted to solve this cursed mystery and with one Coven member missing and another so blithely unaware of everything, he began to wonder if he ever could. Perhaps the true curse of madness wasn't the statue but those one gets paired with in order to solve it. But at least he didn't need to enchant someone to do the dangerous tasks, this simpleton seemed more than eager to do them which made getting answers to tests far easier he supposed. Yet when Jake had suggested it was created to protect people, Barty couldn't help but scoff.

He looked towards Connie as she began to answer Croan's riddle and crossed his arms as she asked him what he knew of it. She'd jotted something down but he doubted she would share her thoughts so early without an end to them. [Color=8a9a5b]”There isn't much you'll find in books. The statue's secrets are kept well hidden by the covens who study it, which is why you are lucky that I had previously enchanted one such member. He didn't divulge much, only that they suggested the statue was a cursed gift given to an Eastern European nobleman. This was centuries ago of course, and it is said the spellwork was made to be a convoluted expression of madness. Whether you wish to take this as real history is up to you. I have found history is often full of falsehoods in the first place.”[/color]

Barty turned his attention to Jake, taking a measured step closer towards the student before eyeing him up and down. [Color=8a9a5b]”I'll bite, don't make me regret it. Why do you feel this statue is alive? What's more, what makes you believe it's meant to protect others? “[/color]

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For the most part everyone seemed to be touching on the question but never outright answering it. They gave ideas and examples on how this anchor would function for its purposes but not [i]why[/i] it was needed. “Safety.” Frankie finally spoke up. He'd been contemplating on exactly what they should be looking for as well as what Sariel had intended and was only able to arrive at one of the answers. “It is typically easier for someone to secure and seal an anchor away than it would be to secure and seal the original target of a spell. With that, by sealing away the anchor the spell placed upon it becomes much harder to break because it itself isn't readily available to others.” This he was certain of. 

“With that being said, we are working with sympathetic magic. The symbol itself holds power beyond what we create, and we need it to symbolize all of us. I was thinking we may be able to ‘craft' something more literal to a degree. A tree. One whose branches are grafted from the various realms and lands we hail from. Each branch a symbol of ourselves, each branch now growing from a singular trunk, a singular tree, and its branches will run deep within the Neverish to guide us back to where it's planted.” Franklin knew of trees having various fruits grafted into a singular tree, it was possible, but he wasn't sure if it would be enough to work as an anchor. “Within its hollow we can have Finley create a Blood Talisman as they've suggested, let it feed the tree's life. Oh, for those wondering on my medium of craft, its organics.”