Session 81
General Summary
You Hate the Royal Families? Why Didn't You Just SAY SO!
Emerging from the Temple of Lark, the Deep End (plus Ezra and Zephus) find themselves... not where they entered the Temple as the sun is setting over the horizon. Sensing the movement of a very large creature in the sand, Rani is able to just discern the general direction of the great Sivat and then chokes out a rendition of a sand seal call, hoping to summon their rented sand seals. Zephus, picking up on her attempts, deliver a near perfect mimicry and, shortly after, the sand seals come barreling over the Dune Sea, with sled in tow. They then flop down immediately upon arriving, content to sunbath until they must move once more.
Back on the Sivat, the Deep End inquires if any of the Curators know about an individual who might be cursed... is anyone aboard the Sivat cursed? Rani makes side eyes at the sickly tabaxi. Oh now, he's just motion sick. The woman – after sending out her bird – responds that no one here is cursed, though there is a flicker of tension in her face when the question is initially poised. As the Sivat releases a bellow and begins to move, Declan and Newt decide to immediately go to sleep. The others stay up for a few hours, but soon also drift asleep to the gentle motions of the Sivat...
...Only to be ripped awake by the sound of a horn blaring, the Sivat's massive bellow, and the sensation of being thrown sideways as A'Homok'Kurát took a harsh turn to divert his trajectory towards the vague silhouette of people, seals, and a sled within the Sea of Moving Art. Jolting awake, Moira and Newt began to fly with wings and magically, respectively. The others hurl their saddled sand seals into the sand below and set out after the silhouettes... who seem to be well aware of the giant Sivat moving towards them.
Ghilani has a rough start as his sand seal books it... in the opposite direction and then off to the side. The others begin to move forward (relatively well), sand seals charging valiantly towards a sled and a suite of sand seals flanking it. Newt makes note of a particularly armored individual standing on the back of the sled. His face is covered in a mask (not a white mask) and he has a large sword hoisted over his shoulder as he watches the pursuit behind him. He twists his hand and the sand of the Sea of the Moving Art seems to warp, bubble, and swirl either attempting to draw people in or exploding in a fray of pelting sand.
Ghilani, having no luck with the sand seal, decides to just dimension door his way in front of the sled as Rani and Newt close in on their pursuit, but are still too far out to engage with anyone but the moving sand seals. Upon seeing one of their targets, the masked man turned his attention from distorting the sand to the wizard standing just nearby. Swirls of sand whip violently around Ghilani, singeing and pelting him before settling back into the Dune Sea.
Newt lands two shots into one of the sand seal riders who is incredibly confused and perplexed by what the hell just got shot at him. Newt's intimidation attempts seem to help and the hurt individual (with just scraps of leather arranged in some semblance of armor) pulls his sand seal out of the way and away from the odd threat. In the back, Declan gives up on his sand seal and just decides to book it on foot. Moira desperately continues forward, trying to catch up.
Bloodied and battered by sand, Ghilani sends the sled and half of the sand seal riders into the air, reversing gravity and suspending them 100 feet up. There is a commotion from atop the sled and, in response, multiple figures cast and concentrate on a spell... using the power of the wind to force them downward halfway to the ground. The masked figure looks over at Ghilani, attempting to do something, but Ghilani brushes it off. However, the wizard then feels sand slide around his ankle, almost like a snake. Have you seen my daughters? My lovely Laurels? Ghilani settles on self-preservation, dimension dooring away, still keeping everyone suspended in the air.
Rani decides that this had gone on long enough and, now much slower, calls out. HEY! Is anyone up there cursed? We're just trying to help! Maybe we can just talk? She is apparently VERY persuasive... and working with a currently captive audience. The masked figure appears on the back of the sled once more and mentions that a conversation could be had if their sled is put down. Slowly, the sled and the other sand seals descend. Moira pulls up to heal Ghilani while many of the casters on the sled seem to do the same to their injured comrade.
Given that he's bleeding and battered, Ghilani is NOT initially pleased about talking. The masked figure stands at the edge of the back of the sled, arms crossed. You seek Akeldama? Yes, Reti knows of her, though its hard to read how far that goes. You are stealing art. What business is it of yours? What good is the art doing here? There are many who could benefit from the riches it brings. The Royal Genasi families are certainly not doing anything. Hearing the shared vitriol in his voice, Ghilani is now VERY open to talking. Why didn't you just SAY you hated the Royal families? I think we got off on the wrong foot!
The masked man is familiar with the Muses' Paint – it was given freely to those who could afford it, but used to drain every copper from those who could not. He is unfamiliar with blood witches, but seems open to assisting in being a fast getaway and even harboring the blood witch, provided that they get the Curators to back off. When Rani mentioned the white masks and Ghilani produces an illusion of them, the masked man did not recognize them, but some of his people did – those who had grown up on the West End of the Heart of the Desert. However, his crew come from a mix, many of whom had their livelihoods destroyed by vicious sand storms and other unfortunate circumstances.
How to see Akeldama? You simply must be cursed. Would one of you wish to be cursed? Rani immediately offered herself, but Newt stepped up. Maybe he should. He's already held a god's Ire. How bad could a curse be? The masked man, perhaps pleased by the display, knelt down, placing a hand above the sands as they began to warp and bubble: "I will be sufficient."
Rani, as the sands begin to consum her, asks the man his name: Reti. And Ghilani takes his last few moments above ground to give his elevator pitch to Reti. If you want to fuck shit up, let me know a way to contact you!
Back on the Sivat, the Deep End inquires if any of the Curators know about an individual who might be cursed... is anyone aboard the Sivat cursed? Rani makes side eyes at the sickly tabaxi. Oh now, he's just motion sick. The woman – after sending out her bird – responds that no one here is cursed, though there is a flicker of tension in her face when the question is initially poised. As the Sivat releases a bellow and begins to move, Declan and Newt decide to immediately go to sleep. The others stay up for a few hours, but soon also drift asleep to the gentle motions of the Sivat...
...Only to be ripped awake by the sound of a horn blaring, the Sivat's massive bellow, and the sensation of being thrown sideways as A'Homok'Kurát took a harsh turn to divert his trajectory towards the vague silhouette of people, seals, and a sled within the Sea of Moving Art. Jolting awake, Moira and Newt began to fly with wings and magically, respectively. The others hurl their saddled sand seals into the sand below and set out after the silhouettes... who seem to be well aware of the giant Sivat moving towards them.
Ghilani has a rough start as his sand seal books it... in the opposite direction and then off to the side. The others begin to move forward (relatively well), sand seals charging valiantly towards a sled and a suite of sand seals flanking it. Newt makes note of a particularly armored individual standing on the back of the sled. His face is covered in a mask (not a white mask) and he has a large sword hoisted over his shoulder as he watches the pursuit behind him. He twists his hand and the sand of the Sea of the Moving Art seems to warp, bubble, and swirl either attempting to draw people in or exploding in a fray of pelting sand.
Ghilani, having no luck with the sand seal, decides to just dimension door his way in front of the sled as Rani and Newt close in on their pursuit, but are still too far out to engage with anyone but the moving sand seals. Upon seeing one of their targets, the masked man turned his attention from distorting the sand to the wizard standing just nearby. Swirls of sand whip violently around Ghilani, singeing and pelting him before settling back into the Dune Sea.
Newt lands two shots into one of the sand seal riders who is incredibly confused and perplexed by what the hell just got shot at him. Newt's intimidation attempts seem to help and the hurt individual (with just scraps of leather arranged in some semblance of armor) pulls his sand seal out of the way and away from the odd threat. In the back, Declan gives up on his sand seal and just decides to book it on foot. Moira desperately continues forward, trying to catch up.
Bloodied and battered by sand, Ghilani sends the sled and half of the sand seal riders into the air, reversing gravity and suspending them 100 feet up. There is a commotion from atop the sled and, in response, multiple figures cast and concentrate on a spell... using the power of the wind to force them downward halfway to the ground. The masked figure looks over at Ghilani, attempting to do something, but Ghilani brushes it off. However, the wizard then feels sand slide around his ankle, almost like a snake. Have you seen my daughters? My lovely Laurels? Ghilani settles on self-preservation, dimension dooring away, still keeping everyone suspended in the air.
Rani decides that this had gone on long enough and, now much slower, calls out. HEY! Is anyone up there cursed? We're just trying to help! Maybe we can just talk? She is apparently VERY persuasive... and working with a currently captive audience. The masked figure appears on the back of the sled once more and mentions that a conversation could be had if their sled is put down. Slowly, the sled and the other sand seals descend. Moira pulls up to heal Ghilani while many of the casters on the sled seem to do the same to their injured comrade.
Given that he's bleeding and battered, Ghilani is NOT initially pleased about talking. The masked figure stands at the edge of the back of the sled, arms crossed. You seek Akeldama? Yes, Reti knows of her, though its hard to read how far that goes. You are stealing art. What business is it of yours? What good is the art doing here? There are many who could benefit from the riches it brings. The Royal Genasi families are certainly not doing anything. Hearing the shared vitriol in his voice, Ghilani is now VERY open to talking. Why didn't you just SAY you hated the Royal families? I think we got off on the wrong foot!
The masked man is familiar with the Muses' Paint – it was given freely to those who could afford it, but used to drain every copper from those who could not. He is unfamiliar with blood witches, but seems open to assisting in being a fast getaway and even harboring the blood witch, provided that they get the Curators to back off. When Rani mentioned the white masks and Ghilani produces an illusion of them, the masked man did not recognize them, but some of his people did – those who had grown up on the West End of the Heart of the Desert. However, his crew come from a mix, many of whom had their livelihoods destroyed by vicious sand storms and other unfortunate circumstances.
How to see Akeldama? You simply must be cursed. Would one of you wish to be cursed? Rani immediately offered herself, but Newt stepped up. Maybe he should. He's already held a god's Ire. How bad could a curse be? The masked man, perhaps pleased by the display, knelt down, placing a hand above the sands as they began to warp and bubble: "I will be sufficient."
Rani, as the sands begin to consum her, asks the man his name: Reti. And Ghilani takes his last few moments above ground to give his elevator pitch to Reti. If you want to fuck shit up, let me know a way to contact you!
And Through the Power of Hugs
Sand-like serpents wrap around everyone and drag the Deep End down... and down... into the depths of the Sea of Moving Art. The feeling of sand clawing its way through the lungs is almost all-consuming before it suddenly all fades. Standing in a tomb covered in fractured light from a cracked crystal on the ceiling, sand covers the floor and flaked, faded and damaged paint covers the sandstone walls. Piles of sand accumulate throughout the hallways, storing bits and pieces of artwork from the Sea of Moving Art above.
After taking a moment to collect themselves, the group moves through a winding hallway until they reached a large, broken door. Beyond the doorway, a large room is illuminated by another cracked crystal and flooded with dust and sand. Artwork pokes out from the sand, but the most noticeable feature are the stone statues of humanoids frozen in fear, some are missing arms... others heads... or even a whole torso. At the far end of the room, past the stone humanoids, is a narrow opening in the far wall, shrouded in darkness and littered in cracks and chunks of missing stone.
Knocking on the stone of the entranceway, Rani and Ezra move into the room first, announcing their presence. They are here on behalf of the Laurels to help the Queen. The rest of the Deep End followed slowly after. Moira casts a bunch of spells – did everyone get a little Aid? Declan gets the sensation of undead presence ahead.
From the gap in the wall, a withered, mummified woman pries herself from the opening as pale, dried snakes dart into the sand piles around the room. Her hair – thin and white – seems to drift and wave behind her, bound by jewelry into heads of snakes. Clawed hands reach up to pull the stained, old linen wrappings away from her face, revealing brilliant teal eyes. Voice desperate, broken, and a bit delirious, she calls out.
Hoping to appeal to the one thing Akeldama seems to care about, Ghilani casts Seeming, hiding the locusts from view and making Newt, Ezra, and Moira each appear as one of the Laurels. Ezra moved in, attempting to appeal to the woman as one of her daughters, though choosing to avert his gaze. Akeldama removed the snakes from her hair, flinging them onto the ground as they moved towards Ghilani and Rani. Declan stepped into the room to hopefully intercept the snakes before they could reach Ghilani.
Sticking to the Laurel ruse, Akeldama asked: Why will you not look at me, darling daughters. The weight of her gaze could be felt even without meeting her eyes. Newt resolved to look Akeldama in the eyes and resisted the sensation attempting to paralyze and petrify his body. Newt mimics the airy voice of the Laurels (managing to summon the ancient eldritch being of Mickey Mouse in the process). Akeldama took Newt's hand and began to move them away... towards the break in the doorway. Rani, however, hugged Akeldama, forcing her to stop. Ghilani then casted Dispel Magic in the hopes of moisturizing the poor woman and while it did seem to work... it was temporary. Ghilani could sense the presence of something strong on her... but couldn't discern what. Meanwhile, Declan is happy that the fire is actually DOING something this time as he hacks apart snakes before making his way closer to Akeldama.
Ezra followed in Newt's steps, perfectly masking his voice to that of something more light, airy, and feminine. However, Moira eventually gazed at Akeldama and felt herself lock up for a brief moment before she quickly and "covertly" covered herself in diamond dust as she cast Greater Restoration on herself. Nothing is wrong mother! Nothing at all! Akeldama was... not completely convinced. What have they done to you my darling girls? You did this by trying to cage us! Akeldama doesn't seem to hear any counterargument and instead shifts her focus to those not disguised as the Laurels. Obviously... they are the ones to blame.
When Akeldama attempted to Dispel Magic on the Laurels, Ghilani counter spelled. NO! I was just WAVING my hands! Akeldama, however, clearly doesn't seem to believe that. Although surrounded, she turns into a mass of swirling sand as she moves towards Ghilani – now blinded and deafened. Decky, is that you? Before Akeldama can sink her claws and snake hair into him... Moira runs over, hugging Akeldama. This is the only way she knows how to potentially help, even if only a little... and she casts Greater Restoration. Akeldama turns to sand and disappears back down the hallway from whence she emerged.
Following after, they found the corpse of a withered woman laid in an open sarcophagus. Poking around, Ghilani, Moira, Declan, and Newt are all able – collectively – to discern that she is under a powerful curse and there is the sensation of something greater lingering over her. Rani then inquires... does your friend know anything? Moira asked her buddy and pal if he might have some insight on the matter. The Dread King, after receiving permission, emerged and – with an arm encased in black – reached towards the body. This was not done by your pantheon nor of anyone of this plane. This was done by something... greater. Was it the Lady of Dread? She is... a part of me perhaps, but she is not this old. I am ancient. Newt asks if it could be his dad – he's pretty ancient, or at least claimed to be. The Dread King responds that no... he is too weak. HA, he's weak – GOOD. Though the one Ghilani has is ancient enough. There's a discussion of who is more ancient before the Dread King conveys that Moira wishes for you to know that it is not a competition. Newt shuts the Dread King down and it "hms" before returning control to Moira.
Ghilani, maybe you should ask Primus. Declan wonders if maybe Primus did this as revenge for Savant Three. Oh no, I didn't do this. How quick to assume I did so out of vengeance... However, if you were to bring me a piece of her, I could perhaps help and tell you what or who put this curse upon her. Take a body part? Rani think that they should first ask the next of kin. Moira messages the Laurels twice... and fails to decipher their faint words. Newt then tries... and also fails. Finally, Ghilani is able to get through and gets a short, frustrated response: "Yes, just fucking take it"! Ghilani promptly takes a finger. Did you really have to take a finger? You could have taken a strand of hair...
The Deep End briefly debates about taking a short rest, but decide against it. Tying three ropes together, Rani burrows them out to the surface of the Sea of Moving Art and, near dawn, they are eventually able to make it back to the Sivat. Rani speaks to the Curators regarding the Raiders. A look of recognition passes over the woman's face at the mention of the name Reti. Rani believes it should be up to Lark to decide what is done with the art in the Sea of Moving Art. The Curators at least agree to consider speaking with the Raiders. Zephus approaches: did you mean what you said about asking Lark? Guess there might be some use for all these painted dragons. If he's my grandfather, then he better answer when I call.
Finally, the Deep End settles down to rest as the Sivat cruises through the Dune Sea and the sun rises overhead.
After taking a moment to collect themselves, the group moves through a winding hallway until they reached a large, broken door. Beyond the doorway, a large room is illuminated by another cracked crystal and flooded with dust and sand. Artwork pokes out from the sand, but the most noticeable feature are the stone statues of humanoids frozen in fear, some are missing arms... others heads... or even a whole torso. At the far end of the room, past the stone humanoids, is a narrow opening in the far wall, shrouded in darkness and littered in cracks and chunks of missing stone.
Knocking on the stone of the entranceway, Rani and Ezra move into the room first, announcing their presence. They are here on behalf of the Laurels to help the Queen. The rest of the Deep End followed slowly after. Moira casts a bunch of spells – did everyone get a little Aid? Declan gets the sensation of undead presence ahead.
From the gap in the wall, a withered, mummified woman pries herself from the opening as pale, dried snakes dart into the sand piles around the room. Her hair – thin and white – seems to drift and wave behind her, bound by jewelry into heads of snakes. Clawed hands reach up to pull the stained, old linen wrappings away from her face, revealing brilliant teal eyes. Voice desperate, broken, and a bit delirious, she calls out.
Laurelia, if that is you, will you not sing? Laurella, gift me one of your crafts, won't you my child? Laureli, let me hear the rhythm of your steps. My darling Laurels, is that you? Have you finally returned to your mother...Akeldama, Scorned Queen, turns her gaze to Rani as she enters the room. For a moment, her gaze fixates on her before it seems to drift to the space around her... to the swarming insects moving about her. The expression on her face then sours.
Why must he dig the iron deeper into my own heart? May the Muse of the Heart wither! May Lark fade! For now, I shall curse YOU.Newt runs forward into the room and drops to a knee, offering up the vial of golden sap as a gift to the Queen. Rani follows quickly after into the room, attempting to reason with the woman – we are here to help you, your daughters, to repair a fractured and broken family. Rani and Newt feel the sensation of their inspiration being sucked from them, smothered by Akeldama's presence. Her attention shifts to Newt as she grabs the vial from his hand and then promptly smashes it. You present me with this vial of his blood. Newt's skin began to dry and flake as a Curse of Drought settled over him.
Hoping to appeal to the one thing Akeldama seems to care about, Ghilani casts Seeming, hiding the locusts from view and making Newt, Ezra, and Moira each appear as one of the Laurels. Ezra moved in, attempting to appeal to the woman as one of her daughters, though choosing to avert his gaze. Akeldama removed the snakes from her hair, flinging them onto the ground as they moved towards Ghilani and Rani. Declan stepped into the room to hopefully intercept the snakes before they could reach Ghilani.
Sticking to the Laurel ruse, Akeldama asked: Why will you not look at me, darling daughters. The weight of her gaze could be felt even without meeting her eyes. Newt resolved to look Akeldama in the eyes and resisted the sensation attempting to paralyze and petrify his body. Newt mimics the airy voice of the Laurels (managing to summon the ancient eldritch being of Mickey Mouse in the process). Akeldama took Newt's hand and began to move them away... towards the break in the doorway. Rani, however, hugged Akeldama, forcing her to stop. Ghilani then casted Dispel Magic in the hopes of moisturizing the poor woman and while it did seem to work... it was temporary. Ghilani could sense the presence of something strong on her... but couldn't discern what. Meanwhile, Declan is happy that the fire is actually DOING something this time as he hacks apart snakes before making his way closer to Akeldama.
Ezra followed in Newt's steps, perfectly masking his voice to that of something more light, airy, and feminine. However, Moira eventually gazed at Akeldama and felt herself lock up for a brief moment before she quickly and "covertly" covered herself in diamond dust as she cast Greater Restoration on herself. Nothing is wrong mother! Nothing at all! Akeldama was... not completely convinced. What have they done to you my darling girls? You did this by trying to cage us! Akeldama doesn't seem to hear any counterargument and instead shifts her focus to those not disguised as the Laurels. Obviously... they are the ones to blame.
When Akeldama attempted to Dispel Magic on the Laurels, Ghilani counter spelled. NO! I was just WAVING my hands! Akeldama, however, clearly doesn't seem to believe that. Although surrounded, she turns into a mass of swirling sand as she moves towards Ghilani – now blinded and deafened. Decky, is that you? Before Akeldama can sink her claws and snake hair into him... Moira runs over, hugging Akeldama. This is the only way she knows how to potentially help, even if only a little... and she casts Greater Restoration. Akeldama turns to sand and disappears back down the hallway from whence she emerged.
Following after, they found the corpse of a withered woman laid in an open sarcophagus. Poking around, Ghilani, Moira, Declan, and Newt are all able – collectively – to discern that she is under a powerful curse and there is the sensation of something greater lingering over her. Rani then inquires... does your friend know anything? Moira asked her buddy and pal if he might have some insight on the matter. The Dread King, after receiving permission, emerged and – with an arm encased in black – reached towards the body. This was not done by your pantheon nor of anyone of this plane. This was done by something... greater. Was it the Lady of Dread? She is... a part of me perhaps, but she is not this old. I am ancient. Newt asks if it could be his dad – he's pretty ancient, or at least claimed to be. The Dread King responds that no... he is too weak. HA, he's weak – GOOD. Though the one Ghilani has is ancient enough. There's a discussion of who is more ancient before the Dread King conveys that Moira wishes for you to know that it is not a competition. Newt shuts the Dread King down and it "hms" before returning control to Moira.
Ghilani, maybe you should ask Primus. Declan wonders if maybe Primus did this as revenge for Savant Three. Oh no, I didn't do this. How quick to assume I did so out of vengeance... However, if you were to bring me a piece of her, I could perhaps help and tell you what or who put this curse upon her. Take a body part? Rani think that they should first ask the next of kin. Moira messages the Laurels twice... and fails to decipher their faint words. Newt then tries... and also fails. Finally, Ghilani is able to get through and gets a short, frustrated response: "Yes, just fucking take it"! Ghilani promptly takes a finger. Did you really have to take a finger? You could have taken a strand of hair...
The Deep End briefly debates about taking a short rest, but decide against it. Tying three ropes together, Rani burrows them out to the surface of the Sea of Moving Art and, near dawn, they are eventually able to make it back to the Sivat. Rani speaks to the Curators regarding the Raiders. A look of recognition passes over the woman's face at the mention of the name Reti. Rani believes it should be up to Lark to decide what is done with the art in the Sea of Moving Art. The Curators at least agree to consider speaking with the Raiders. Zephus approaches: did you mean what you said about asking Lark? Guess there might be some use for all these painted dragons. If he's my grandfather, then he better answer when I call.
Finally, the Deep End settles down to rest as the Sivat cruises through the Dune Sea and the sun rises overhead.
Report Date
28 Apr 2023
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Secondary Location
Related Characters
Akeldama's Tomb
As the Broadcast Deadline Approaches...
In the final days before the "get out of town date", Rani spends time with her family and Moira restocks on diamond dust.Newt meets up with Sage, who is clearly NOT happy to be in the heat of the desert. You've met our father? Let's take his head then. What are we waiting for? Declan underestimates her desire to accomplish taking his head, even if she can't bring it back. However, Newt mentioned siblings in Therarask. They should all rally, take him down, close the door AND maybe have an army. He's losing right now anyway! Think about it: a new Winged clan. Sage agrees, though she doesn't seem completely convinced.
And on Today's Sendings:
- Message sent to High Priest Osoosi regarding Oshozi's memories
- Message sent to Princess Elect Noel regarding Ragna's memories
- Two sendings to Serene to update her - the Royal Genasi family is mad at us and maybe the Black Dragon Clan. Thank you for the warning this time... Serene promises to prepare her father to handle the situation. Ghilani... *sigh*.
- Mama Ten is doing FINE. Ghilani estimates she has a week left.
Traveling to Eredet, the Deep End spoke with Pekk briefly. If you wish, Pekk suggests traveling to Sun'Sotét, a small village on the fringes of the Anwar-Dai, to speak with Soarin and Ren, two hunters from Sun's First Grace. You'll have better luck convincing them to escort you if you assist with the Villám situation there, but it may not be completely necessary. A full formal escort could be arranged in the near future. He is waiting on confirmation that he lens was received and then a full escort could be requested, assembled, and sent to collect them.
A discussion is had on whether to go to Therarask or resolve everything in Tel'Rhea first. Declan thinks its better for Ghilani's sake to resolve everything in Tel'Rhea before going to do anything at the Compound. Ghilni doesn't understand. Primus scoffs and seems unconvinced entirely by Declan's arguments. Regardless, the Deep End resolves to speak with the Queen and sends a warning and update to High Lord Jasper Delkova. He is more than HAPPY to assist Moira.
In the evening of the 6th, Brigita passes along information from Ragna:
A discussion is had on whether to go to Therarask or resolve everything in Tel'Rhea first. Declan thinks its better for Ghilani's sake to resolve everything in Tel'Rhea before going to do anything at the Compound. Ghilni doesn't understand. Primus scoffs and seems unconvinced entirely by Declan's arguments. Regardless, the Deep End resolves to speak with the Queen and sends a warning and update to High Lord Jasper Delkova. He is more than HAPPY to assist Moira.
In the evening of the 6th, Brigita passes along information from Ragna:
I am a warrior and though immortal, my form has been purged and "killed" many times over. I do not fear death... but I remembered sending my warriors to Groen's Woods to face the Dread that lay waste there. I remembered feeling their fires burn out one... by one... stripped of their abilities.
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