[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=57F287][b]Late Morning - Sat. Nov. 2nd, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]


[H1][center][color=magenta]Mikkail’s Sitting Room[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia, Barty, Connie, Jake[/center][/sub]

The child was throwing a tantrum amidst all this. Nicholas barely resisted rolling his eyes; the young always thought immediate, intense, decisive action was the only solution to anything. In his personal opinion, the situation they found themselves in now was far more likely to be the result of these sorts of attitudes. Did that mean he found the girl’s words acceptable? Of course not. He’d killed others for less but considering she’d already lost a hand, carving that pathetic tongue out of her head would satisfy him. If it wasn’t for the fact he minded Callaghan’s companionship and he was irritatingly attached to her, Nicholas would have done it here and now - not that she would have seen it coming. 

[color=5b8a9a]“It seems I have naught that you cannot do if my brother finds a preference for another method. However, you seem well equipped with plenty of helping hands and so I shall see myself out of this mess. I have no interest crossing your temper nor engaging in the petulance of a child who refuses to understand the consequences of their actions, so I shall see Willow on her way to a healer. If you have need of me, feel free to call on me; otherwise, my satisfaction will be found with your obliteration with that book.”[/color] Nicholas pushed to his feet and rolled his eyes at his brother’s ostentatious display. Nicholas admitted the dog collar around the simpleton’s throat was a nice touch, but the ring of light and long winded chanting was hardly necessary.

[color=5b8a9a]“That spell needs no such… Why waste words? You have ignored them for the past four centuries.”[/color] Nicholas sighed, a well worn argument between the two. Nicholas supposed it had to do with their magical expression, but such flamboyance in his spell work was little more than a self indulgent farce. Not that his brother seemed to care. Nicholas simply shook his head and offered Willow a hand. [color=5b8a9a]“Charged with your safety as I am, it would be well within my duties to escort you if you would permit me. I agree with Connie through and through that it would do you good to quit this place and find respite with Professor Ravoux.”[/color]



[H1][center][color=gold]Into the Unknow[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika[/center][/sub]



As the group reemerged from the Neverish, Sariel reached out her hand. The palm downwards, the runes and glyphs flared as her magic leapt back into her fingers and the air in the room settled, the inky blackness and flickering starlight in the arch fading away. 

As Finley scrambled for paper, they found they’d only managed to snatch up a handful of leaves from one of the orange groves. The image of the magical writings seemed almost immediately to fade, much like a dream upon waking, but with Dysphoria’s help, Finley felt confident at the approximation they created. 

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Finley got a 5 to grab anything. Finley grabbed a handful of leaves!
Finley got a 14, with Dysphoria’s help, to properly recall and transcribe the image

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However, the leaves blurred at the edges and seemed to dissolve as they quickly grew smaller. The bark brought in by Rohan followed suit, the edges disappearing into smoke much like the scene as they fled. The journal too faded away, but not before it offered one last murmur to Annika, a voice different from those before. It weighed on the mind, it soothed the ear, it spoke with echoes of power.  

[i][center]Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Dying hope
Far beyond this dream of paradise[/center][/i]
 
“Welcome back. I figured you would all need a little pick me up so I had some coffee brought down. Anyone need a little?” Sariel gestured to a tray with three coffee mugs, cream and sugar available. “So, lets strike while the iron is hot. What did we see, what did we experience? Any findings worth archiving?”