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by waysoftheearth » Mon Sep 29, 2014 1:48 pm
Arrangements are made for rest and a watch while Ulric meditates over the Queerious Speculem for a time, with Josiane and Wen looking on--his unlikely apprentices.
The ball is dark for a long while as Ulric concentrates, searching his memory for any recollection of Gustave, and of the paths and places of the fallen abbey. A sheen a sweat crosses his furrowed brow, yet still the globe shows him no hint nor mercy. But at last! Like a tiny fleck like a pastry crumb comes to the center of the orb. So tiny it is, that only Ulric is aware of it at first; and he reaches for it in his mind, reaches far far deeper than he thought possible. It seems that thousands and tens of thousands of miles fly countlessly through the darkness so that the tiny fleck grows to an appreciable speck if light that all three now see. And orange flicker it is, then suddenly the whole ball is filled with a vast red/black, turning landscape. The view is rushing in at such terminal speed that scarcely has a great ring of fortifications been seen from a bird's eye, as the view hurtles through a tiny window in a high, bleak wall. And into a barren, stone cell.
And in the cell is a man. A weary, bedraggled man. Hunched helplessly in a corner with long, matted hair hanging limply over his face and past his shoulders, and an unkempt beard, shot through with streaks of iron, hanging down over his chest. There are many marks scratched on the bleak walls...
And the vision fades with an almost audible Whhumph!
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]