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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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He just…knew? Barty fought the urge to roll his eyes. He had half a mind to use his magic to track down the missing Covenmate and see if perhaps he would have more insight into this statue, but he was neither worth his time nor magic. After all, if he couldn't bother to attend the first day then he was hardly worth looking into. [Color=8a9a5b]”You [i]felt[/i] him. Gum cuidicheadh ​​Dia mi anns na h-amannan duilich seo.”[/color] He stepped away from Jake at once, moving over to another side of the statue to examine it from other angles. [Color=8a9a5b]”Failed attempts at breaking it only make it harder to break? Sounds like a knot to me. The more you struggle and pull at it the tighter it becomes and the more stubborn it is to get rid of. We mustn't try things too hastily then, otherwise we may give ourselves an impossible task.”[/color]

Barty mused out loud before Jake pointed out where the magics source was, allegedly. It appeared to be what the man was holding, coveting. Connie seemed to have more faith in their Covenmate. He hadn't bothered to face her when he began to speak again, staring at the sphere within the hands instead. [Color=8a9a5b]”In the end he was useless. Beyond what I told you he learned nothing of the ordeal. What's more he didn't even expand his magic in any interesting ways. By all accounts he was a wash and like all those who aspire to nothing I lost any interest in them. Couldn't even tell you their name or what they looked like if I'm being honest.”[/color] He tried to peer deeper into the magic surrounding the sphere, but the threads were too complex for him to find the right one. Frustrated, he attempted a bout of magic, wishing to change the odds in his favour. But try as he wanted his match wouldn't light and the spell refused to take hold, the match stick snapping between his fingers in irritation.

[Hider=Translation]Gods give me strength in these trying times[/hider]

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[color=00f0ff][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Franklin[/center]
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Sariel revealed the chamber in which their anchor would be placed. Franklin looked back towards the door where the previous anchors he'd seen were held. Originally he had thought this item something they could interact with on a daily, something they could feed and care for, and in doing so strengthen the bonds with it. This was no longer the case given the cage he saw before him. Then Rohan brought up another new bit of information. He was cursed. It seemed his magic was curse magic, infusing with whatever he created. What's more, he had no real blood to speak of, only sap. This did prove a bit tricky given what they were planning to do. His mind began to turn once more, grasping for answers he didn't have before speaking up once more.

“In theory his sap shouldn't prove any issue. If stories are to be reality and Fae walk amongst us, then perhaps those of the forest spirits do too, Dryads. I would only imagine they too have sap for blood and thus would be prey to your magicks but regardless of theory we'd need to test it out. I have equipment with me to draw out blood if need be.” Frankie suggested as he placed his leather bag down on a table top nearby. “As for how it should be constructed…a grafted tree is grown, you remove a branch or score a small location and insert the branch of another. In [i]time[/i] they would fuse together and grow as one. But I'm beginning to think it's time we don’t have,  not to mention keeping it alive will be impossible if we can't access it ourselves given it'll be locked away. So we may want to search for something more self-sustaining. Something that is crafted by us, especially if that's how Rohan's magic functions. The closer the tie with the object the better it'll respond to us. It should be something that could hold the blood as well.”