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Date: 25th of Winter, 124

About twenty five miles off of a side pathway that leads to Græntún, there is a small village. It used to be a bustling little place where an elf once ran a saolite farm. Nearly everyone worked on that farm, but it stopped being a worthwhile endeavor so the farming stopped. The town lost much of its population since the farm shut down several years ago.

The town was never given a name and is referred to as ‘where the farm was’ to locals. It’s a tiny place with many buildings falling into disrepair. Its current purpose is to act as a resting spot for travelers. It has a large inn which the locals are determined to keep in good shape. There are merchants who can sell the bare essentials, and even an old veterinarian who can take a look at your horse if it’s acting funny.

There’s only one problem: there’s something wrong with the town. Travelers and residents have been getting sick more and more often. People have died in a trend that might be alarming if anybody cared about these people. Sadly, it is not a big enough issue yet and is expected to solve itself.

Rumors have started to spread which may attract the attention of those with a little too much free time on their hands or those who just happened to be passing by. There are a dozen dead who have piled up in the last week and the services of a ferrier would be appreciated. And there’s a problem ~~ somewhere.

Townspeople will blame the water which doesn’t taste quite right. There is a well and a pond where people get their water from that players may investigate.

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Notes and Expectations:

[*]Post in any order

[*]I request that you post within 48 hours and skip those who do not have time to post in this time frame. If things are going slowly I'll move things along.

[*]I will be trying out a dice rolling for success rates affected by rp quality and relevant skills.

For this round:

[*]You may arrive and figure out everything I’ve mentioned so far by talking to NPCs. Based on what you do I will roll some dice to figure out which direction to take this thread. These are some examples to get you started, but you don’t have to do them.

• Psychology (DC 10): Get a sense of the villagers’ fears and motivations
• Medical (DC 12): Identify symptoms of poisoning or illness
• Fieldcraft (DC 14): Observe the environment for signs of contamination near the water sources


 
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Kage, or rather Galinn, as he'd been practicing calling himself in his recently transfigured form, was a dozen miles or so away from Græntún. She was hunting to become more accustomed to her new body in preparation for another short trip to Jian. It was best to do that sort of thing in secluded areas where it would be less of an embarrassment to wear this skin.

Galinn wore some leather armor as it would likely take a while for her full armor set to be completed. Her bow, however, was made of whisper yew. So were the arrows in her hip quiver for that matter. She walked stealthily between trees as she tried to get a good shot at a small bear. When she saw her chance, she pulled back an arrow and shot it.

The sound of thunder cracked from her bow as the arrow launched and pierced right through the bear's heart. She frowned slightly, feeling like it was almost too easy to kill things with her new equipment. She walked over to the bear and grabbed it by the back of the neck and dragged it with her. She fetched her arrow along the way and then happened upon a small little town.

Galinn drug the bear over to some merchants and tried to barter. Not because she needed any of the garbage they had to offer, but to get back in practice of interacting with faelnir as a non-aeld'norai.

Throughout her conversations, she learned of a strange rumor. There was supposedly something wrong with the water around here. Interesting. She talked to every merchant she could, including the inn keepers. She was looking for anything that might hint as to why they thought the water was bad. People said it tasted off, but she wasn't going to go drinking tainted water on purpose.

When she ran out of people to talk to she would go to the well and look inside it. This was the sort of problem that was easier to ignore than to address. He would have to report it – perhaps someone more qualified would be able to deduce what was wrong.

[I guess I'm trying to use espionage to pick up on anything you didn't mention]

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Though Velho was, by the standard of many Æld’Norai, a busy person, not all of his time was subsumed by his business. Among the ferriers, he’d heard chatter about a village whose name he’d only known as the Ælf’s who’d once ran it. For all he’d previously understood, it had become an utterly unremarkable rest stop for primarily Fælnir, though the odd wandering Ælf would stay there from time to time for reasons unique to each.

For folks of his station, however, the word of such a place normally would never cross the radar of any much less their lips, and thus Velho was well intrigued by the rumors. Scourges that the ferriers truly were, their curiosity was twofold: one, the piling dead would need to be dealt with lest a tangle of ghosts begin to plague the area, and Ælheim was no home to any of the undead aside from the Wisps…and some special circumstances. Two: given the nature of Banes, many ferriers were intrigued by all things which plagued and poisoned, Velho being among that number.

After discussing it with a few others, it was decided that Velho go alongside the most local Græntúnian ferrier, Svæin fyn’Kjær Efthimios. Such a remote area had only recently been assigned one, rare as Blights are. And even among the Blighted, Scourges maintain the lowest head count overall due to the sacrifices required to become one. The man was young for an Æld’Norai, still adapting to his new abilities and their drawbacks, and therefore his Absentian Spell Reserves could easily be overwhelmed if the death count resulted in a large number of lingering ghosts. Furthermore, the ferriers as a collective saw this as, potentially, a good learning exercise for the man, even if Velho’s ultimate motivation in overseeing this excursion was selfish curiosity. Still, he thought, satisfying one’s selfish desires in a manner that aids the collective is a net positive.

Nevertheless, the two of them arrived via portal near the village’s primary entrance. The coruscant doorway might attract the attention of villagers, as the effervescent magic and the emergence of two rather haggard looking Æld’Norai was certainly an oddity for any who bore witness. Even so, the two men who emerged would not acknowledge gawkers unless they were interacted with directly.

Seeing no need to waste Spell Reserves at this point, the two of them would enter the village, albeit slowly– Velho required the use of a cane, one elaborately crafted of rich, dark wood and headed by a sculpture in the shape of a spider. The Ælf appeared more physically able, though in time, he too would wither; the physical drawbacks of Scourge increased as one’s Absentian Spell Reserves expanded, and the younger of the two was but only an apprentice of the craft. That, and Velho had bolstered the other man physically the week before using Devorare.

Velho would say something to his companion and the two of them would split up. The younger of the two, Efthimios, was intent on finding and speaking to whichever of the villagers appeared to be in charge, and his demands for information were blunt, asking after everything they thus far knew. He expected the Faelnir to comply, as was required of them.

The elder of the two, on the other hand, went directly to wherever it was that the currently sick folks were housed. At first, he’d look over the plagued in a cursory and only visual fashion, trying to glean what he could utilizing his magical knowledge pooled from all of his Arcana alongside his medical knowledge to make his initial assessment.

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"Vicissitude Request: [3d20] Roll: [7, 7, 1] Result: 15" as seen in the Discord.

The third roll I'm discarding because I realized that neither Velho nor the little NPC I'm using have Fieldcraft, but still, that's 7s for Medicine and Psychology. At the same time, though, I am very much hoping my PC's skills & status result in modifiers that help push those results up a bit, haha!
 


A silence would descend upon the village when the elves arrived to start asking questions. One was a foreigner and the others were gross and sickly. The humans' instincts told them that something very bad was happening if the sicknesses had drawn this kind of attention. At the same time, they felt hopeful that things would get better. Elves could solve any problem.

Efthimios would be caught up to the details that most every villager knew. As a bonus he would also be told a secret that had been kept by the leadership that they wouldn't tell anyone except an aeldnorai.

The elder would say "There have been some strange animal sightings near the pond. They look dangerous almost rabid. Reports of these animals only came in a few days ago."

Meanwhile, Velho would be hard at work figuring out more about the disease itself. It would be easy for him to figure out that the sickness was related to the digestive system. There wasn't much that could be told without looking at a dead body or sacrificing one of the sick to investigate their insides. Since he wasn't invasive, his skill in Mysticism would be more helpful than his medical one. He would notice a pool of uncleaned vomit that was glowing with saol metaphor. His eyes were not playing tricks on him ~~ he could see that the glow was not one big mass but millions of different tiny pieces swimming around.

As for Kage, he would find that gathering information as a foreigner was not as easy as he had hoped. He was good at what he did and was lucky to garner enough intelligence to be pointed towards the well. Like Velho he would see that the water was glowing slightly, but he wouldn't be able to see the detail that Velho could.

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OOC:

Notes and Expectations:

[*]I can handle one more person. If Kirin or whoever wants to join, feel free at any time.

[*]I didn't like the roll system so we're not doing that anymore ~~ sorry.

For this round:

[*]Velho will know that the culprit is Parasites
[*]Efthimios will know about strange animals by the pond
[*]Kage is looking mad suspicious but knows that there is something definitely wrong with the water


 
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Bizarre as sickly Æld’Norai would look to the denizens of the village, many of them would be aware of ferriers and the role they played within Ælheim as spiritual shepherds. Revered figures of religious significance, the Fælnir were taught to treat them especially well, as it was said that their withered bodies were the result of significant self sacrifice for the collective good.

Were Velho to have observed nothing, he had intended to have moved onto a more intrusive examination of one of the sick, and should that have yielded nothing as well, an autopsy of one of the dead. However, it appeared that he wouldn’t need to follow that plan of action, at least not yet– within a pool of bile yet to be cleaned swirled vibrant specks of Saol, indicating that something yet lived within it.

As with any gastrointestinal parasite, the writhing little things were robust enough to survive a wash through the harsh acids of the stomach. Perhaps he’d still pursue an autopsy, if only to see how far down the digestive tract this particular parasite made it before stopping to reproduce and inspect its various life stages if possible, but that would still come later. Finding the source and stopping the spread was to come before further examinations into how to purge the things from the body. Armed now with this insight, he would turn to leave the infirmary without having uttered a word, strides languid but marked by a fluid elegance.

Once outside, the man wished not to waste undue energy in looking for his subordinate. Bony fingers plucked a small, exquisitely reflective crystal from the velvety fabric of his robes. And as Velho gazed upon it, he was able to see on its glassy planes that which was in front of the younger ferrier– ‘round Efthimios’ neck was a crystalline shard, through which Velho was now Scrying.

The shard began to glow as if a small fire had been lit within and this strange phenomenon caught the curiosity of the person to which Efthimios was currently speaking. The shift in the other’s expression caused the ferrier himself to notice, and he then clasped a spindly hand ‘round the crystal. Scrying was an esoteric thing achieved by connecting Metaphoric bridges between objects, and, at a high level, even people. With both ferriers holding the connected objects in hand, the elder was able to project the image of the town’s well into the mind of the younger man, a message he perceived accurately as an instruction. And so when Efthimios once again let go of the crystal, Velho cut the connection short and slowly made his way over to the well.

“I see…in that case, my companion and I ought to pay that area a visit then, hm…?” Efthimios responded to the village elder, his voice carrying with it a similar sleepiness characteristic to almost all ferriers.

He’d pause for a moment, half lidded eyes of jade drifting off in thought. Ferriers oft came across as dreamlike or half asleep, as if they weren’t all there– though this couldn’t be further from the truth. Wracked with an inescapable malaise though their bodies were, their minds remained sharp as ever (even with Nihilos’ whispers always nipping at the edges of their thoughts).

When his gaze settled back onto the village elder, “...you’ve served your purpose well. I’ll keep that in mind,” he’d conclude with a short nod before turning to leave– a vague statement, though the implication was clear enough. Should the villagers continue their servitude and compliance, then they could reasonably expect to see their fortunes change, for that was how it had always worked. Reverence and devotion from the Fælnir was always rewarded whilst anything less was met with any manner of ill fortune.

Though Velho arrived at the well first, Efthimios made his way over not long after. And whilst Velho was the more potent Mystic of the two, Efthimios did have some expertise in the theorem himself. The two loomed over the well’s edge, standing within close proximity.

“The water–” Efthimios began in a hushed tone, an effort taken to keep their conversation between him and the elder ferrier only.

“...yes, I saw evidence of the same microparasites within the bodies of the sick. The question, then, is…how or by whom the well was infected,” Velho cut him off, breathing out Ash between sentences.

“The village elder spoke of rabid animals by the pond…perhaps they’re infected…? And…they then contaminated the village’s entire water table…” Efthimios trailed off, gaze set in the direction of the pond.

Velho’s head turned, his eyes following the other’s line of sight, narrowing in thought. “Likely.”

“So…what do you suggest?” The younger ælf looked to his superior for direction.

After a few seconds of silence, “...were you alone, what would you do..?” Velho’s query caused the other’s posture to stiffen, the question clearly made him anxious.

“You will be expected to do things like this yourself eventually, Ferrier Efthimios,” his tone meant to remind that he was there as an overseer, not a babysitter.

“I…” Efthimios trailed off, blinking for moment as his mind flit between a few options, none of which he felt quite sure of. “I’d be patient…t-that is…unless the spirits of the dead require our attention, we…we should fade into the forest’s shadows and…and…wait for these…supposedly rabid animals…? To show themselves,” his suggestion delivered with a notable lack of confidence, nerves fraying the fabric of his voice to create an audible waver.

“...and so we shall,” was all Velho said in response– but it was enough for relief to wash over the younger man.
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Kage didn't discover much useful information. It was clear that he was viewed as an outsider which was entirely understandable. However, it wasn't as if he could simply change back to his regular form. Perhaps he ought to have instructed his changeling not to put so much power into the transformation.

Ordinarily, Kage would have simply continued on his hunting outing and reported his findings when he got around to it… but Velho and someone he didn't recognize started making their rounds. Ferriers, the both of them looing about as shriveled up and ready to die as any of the late stage victims of the victims of the parasite.

"What a coincidence to see ferries here," Kage said, approaching from the front as they discussed their plans. "You'll have to excuse my appearance. I am Kage fyn'Fadir Frjor. I was hunting nearby when I discovered that something strange was going on here. It appears that there is something wrong with the water supply… though you probably know that already." They were standing at the well so it was probably a safe assumption.

He laced his fingers behind his head and let out a sigh, "I haven't been able to figure out much else. To be honest I was going to leave you two alone, but I thought it'd be rude not to offer my assistance if you should need it. I was going to make a trip over to the pond to see if there's anything strange about it too."

He wouldn't be offended if they would rather stay apart. After all it would probably be more convenient to be able to cast their special brand of magic if he wasn't tagging along. He could always go prowling to see if there was anything else unusual going on.

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While the elves talked about their plans, they would be unaware that something was happening down in the well. They sat and talked so long that the danger sought them out instead of the other way around. The water was disturbed and something started to slither up the edge. Velho would be the first to notice a thick forked tongue flicking over the top of the well.

The snake hissed as it casually surveyed the elves. It had a crazed look in its eyes and the surface of its body was moving. Velho would be able to tell that the parasites were all over its body. It opened its mouth wide and then it tried to bite Efthimios.

The attack was unexpected and quick so they would have to react quickly and carefully. The snake was as large as an anaconda. Someone nearby screamed when the snake leapt out of the well.

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Galinn barely saw the blur of motion out of the corner of her eye. She reacted on instinct, leaping at the whatever it was that had come out of the well.

"Look out!" she shouted, though it was likely that the others had already seen the threat given how Velho had the best view.

She wrapped her arms around the snake as best as she could and tried to wrestle it to the ground. Would she be able to handle it? She'd had no idea. Surely the parasites getting all over her body wouldn't be a good thing… but she had to at least try to save her aelven bretheren.

If she wasn't quick enough to grab onto the snake, Galinn would extend branches from her hands to try prying the snake off of its victim, or otherwise trying to cage it somehow so that it couldn't cause even more damage.

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Kage– wearing an odd sort of disguise– did have the time to approach and introduce himself, though Velho and Efthimios didn't have enough time to respond before their conversation was interrupted. Further, ferriers were not known for their lightning quick reaction times, that much is for certain. Aside from the more adept of their number being able to quickly react to threats by dissipating the relevant body parts into silken Ashes (or even their entire form, should such a thing be necessary), they were, indeed, among the number of mages that were quite weak in the heat of battle without the desperate measure of Banefog or other Arcana to aid them. That being said, a lack of raw martial prowess did not make one defenseless. Making physical contact in any manner with a Scourge was always a sort of double edged sword– or rather, most combat at all with a Scourge was wont to leave an attacker afflicted by the end of it one way or another, even if the Scourge was killed.

Painted with surprise, the features of both Æld’Norai suddenly shifted from half-lidded and haggard to wide eyed and alert at the serpent’s arrival. And as soon as the snake’s jaw clamped down onto Efthimios’ arm, he was, at least, quick enough to pulse Absentia to the area and infuse whatever blood entered the snake’s mouth with the Bane of Sopor. Within the next few moments, the snake would feel incredibly tired; a normal animal would struggle to stay awake at all, though the reaction of something crazed might be a bit different.

The snake afflicted by Sopor should be easy enough for Kage to handle, and so Velho would leave 'her' to it, pulling his protégé back in order to look at the wound. Between himself and Kage, they ought to have enough magical healing to purge either parasite or venom– or both– but one needs to know what they are dealing with before treating it. And, should the serpent appear to be too much for Kage, Velho would have to pause and step in.

Efthimios:
1x Novice Scourge - Bane of Sopor

Absentia Spell Reserves: 1
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Remaing: .89
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The snake found its target. It was not interested in killing to eat, but it had gone mad not dissimilar to a rabid dog. Its eyes looked crazed like it didn't even register that it had attacked. It would not be difficult to wrestle away from Efthimios. After the sedative it would not appear to be a threat anymore.

Kage / Galinn would have parasites all over their arms and chest. They squirmed around while looking for an opening to slide into. They did not like being outside of a liquid environment. The glow on them would fizzle out and die before they could make it to his mouth.

Efthimios would be a little less lucky, with some of the parasites finding their way into his wound. He would not feel any different yet because there was no venom to deal with. Assuming Velho had experience with parasites he would be able to come to the conclusion that the parasites somehow compelled their host to attack so they could proliferate in a new host. He would also be able to figure out that the way animals behaved were different than humans. Humans were getting sick and dying without turning violent.

The trio's options were open ended. They could pursue trying to treat the infected elf, go look for more animals by the pond, try treating the water, or any number of possibilities. A parasite like this might be very useful to put to use for a spy or an offensive disease utilize.

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With the snake dealt with, the atmosphere would calm down once more. Among the pair of ferriers, Velho did not appear all that concerned. If any assumption could be made from the expression donning his haggard features, one might say he bore the inquisitive curiosity one might expect of a scientist examining a fascinating new specimen. Efthimios, however, bore quite a bit of uneasiness– likely because he was the one infected on top of his relative youth and lack of experience in the field. He also possessed only novice knowledge of Malediction and his Medicinal knowledge wasn’t quite vast enough to cover parasites extensively, so his internal encyclopedia of available treatments was lacking in comparison to that of his master’s.

Among the Æld’Norai, there were quite a few anti-parasitic treatments available, though the exact one necessary would depend on the tenacity of the parasite in question. Still, be it a potion, a pill, the Embalmer’s Maw or a ritual through Malediction, Efthimios’ ultimate mortality risk was currently quite low. Alas, the humans of this village did not have access to such luxuries– nor physicians capable of accurately troubleshooting through or concocting a variety of cures. As such, they’ve suffered enough casualties to warrant the current Ælven intervention.

Velho would place a hand over where his protégé had been bitten, expending a small amount of Absentia to seal the wound with a subtle swirl of cold Ash– something familiar and soothing to Efthimios, but might feel foreign and unsettling to others. Whilst neither Allay nor its secondary effect, Pallor, could purge the man of parasites, it would clean away any Pathos they’d generate that might cause his body harm and ‘freeze’ the progression of their growth and/or proliferation; effectively, it was a temporary pause for while they continued to work on absolving the village of this issue.

Looking to ‘Galinn’, “...don’t worry after him. He’ll be fine until we workshop a proper cure.” Velho’s words were vague on purpose, though spoken with a confidence that was at the very least reassuring to Efthimios.

“It is odd that the animals infected go berserk, yet the more sentient beings wither and die,” in the process of saying this, Velho had moved to pull an empty vial from his robes, using it to then collect a sample of the wellwater.

“We should still try and cleanse the water source first…right?” Efthimios would ask, sounding somewhat timid.

“Yes, although…Kage, would you mind clearing the area of the infected animals while we work…?” Velho would wait to act further until his question was answered.

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1x Journeyman Scourge - Allay
Absentia Spell Reserves: 2.66
-0.11
Remaining: 2.55
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1x Novice Scourge - Bane of Sopor

Absentia Spell Reserves: 1
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Galinn looked at the wounded aelf with concern. He would have suggested that he see immediate medical care, but if anyone was equipped to take care of him, it was Velho. It felt annoying to not be able to actually do anything to improve his condition.

"Yes, I'll take care of the animals then," she said with a nod. Hunting was a lot easier than dealing with threats that couldn't be solved with a knife in the back. It was easier on her brain if she let others deal with the science.

If the parasites were so bad that they were infecting snakes then there was probably a much bigger problem than Galinn first thought. She thought about just how many animals could be infected. Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? Well, hopefully the ferriers would fix the issue before it could spread that much.

She made sure that she couldn't see any glow on her hands before rubbing her temples and walking away from the well. How was she going to do this? She supposed she'd start by prowling through the town and killing any suspicious looking animal she saw. She'd work her way outwards in circles and throw any animals she found in a big burn pile.
 


With Efthimios's condition stabilized, they would be free to try what they wanted to with the water. Velho's vial would fill with the water. The parasites inside would swim about without showing signs of dying. No surprise, water was essential for life.

Velho was free to test the parasite somehow or try to cleanse the water medium that the parasites seemed to thrive in.

Kage would find that most of the animals he encounters are off putting. They are burned which is a big setback for the parasite's progression.

Something both teams would notice is that the parasites do not like the light. The parasites would try to flee to the bottom of the water vial and the infected animals would run from the bonfire.

Kage would eventually come across a large burrow where many animals were running to for shelter. This location was by the pond. It was here that either team would be able to see that something was funky about the burrow. It glowed like the parasites did.
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Velho would withdraw another vial containing a dimly glowing liquid and pour it into the parasitic vial before capping both and returning them to his robes. He likely had designated places to organize them within the flowing fabric, though such things were not decipherable from the outside. The other liquid was Vitalis, a compound common amongst Maltricians for keeping tissues vital. Though it’s possible the writhing little things would've survived without it, Velho was not keen on the idea of his sample dying by the time he returned it to his specimen library.

The parasite’s apparent fear of the light was noteworthy, however. Ælheim was often a rather dim place, lit aglow only by the life within it, so blocked was the light by the densely packed trees. And with how often the sky above was rainy or overcast, sun was something often associated with Summer and Summer alone– such an environment would be perfect for the proliferation of any creature that thrived in the dark. The thought crossed Velho’s mind that they could perhaps be purged using Luxium or another strong light source– Ardor’s light or maybe even that of the dead moon, Læloch.

“They don’t like light, do they…?” Efthimios hummed, the question somewhat rhetorical as he was certain his master had noticed much the same.

“Indeed,” Velho replied, the faintest thread of annoyance in his tone. “Not really our forte…though if all else fails, leaving to fetch a larger-scale Luxiite powered device wouldn’t be too large of a chore. Nevertheless, we shall see what can be done.”

“Maybe Kage has something?” Efthimios was trying to be optimistic.

“...maybe. We’ll ask when we meet with him again.” Unless he was within their field of vision, neither Ferrier really would know where he’d gone at the moment.

Unfortunately, the only Luxiite Velho carried on his person under normal circumstances was that which powered the little pen light he used to peer into the body cavities of patients or cadavers. ‘Worth a shot,’ he figured, pulling the little device out, clicking it on, and aiming the beam at the water. Even if this worked to destroy the parasites at all, the beam of Luxiite light was concentrated and narrow and Velho wasn’t sure how much time he really had. Another idea floated across his mind, and though he was far more skeptical about the effectiveness of it, if it did work, it would certainly be much faster than this.

Standing over the well, the elder Ferrier breathed in deeply and then exhaled a haunting fog of Spectrified Ashes. Though this spell was powered by Absentia, every tiny spec of this cold, ethereal powder glowed brightly, not dimming at all as it mixed in with the well water below. Normally, this fog was used by Ferriers to identify the Ethos of the undead in a given area, but it was worth a shot to see how its light might interact with the remaining parasites. Rather than make Efthimios do that part, Velho opted to do it himself because he did not wish to waste the boy’s arcane reserves when the cast was nothing to him.
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Velho:
1x Journeyman Scourge - Allay
1x Apprentice Scourge - Spectrify

Arcane Reserves: 2.99 (1 Scourge + 1 Devorare + .33 Syphon + .33 Apparation + .33 Draoidh)
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Remaining: 2.84

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Unlike the more science inclined, Galinn wouldn't make the connection that light harmed these little creatures. She would get the inkling that they enjoyed the dark, however, when she got to the burrow. "So you're smart enough to hide, eh?" she said, standing outside of it and trying to look inside. She could see that it glowed, which was ominous.

If nothing immediately dangerous happened, Galinn would put her hands together in a meditative pose while seeping saol from her body. It was time to create some treants that she could use as scouts. Something about walking into a glowing burrow by herself didn't seem the smartest idea.

She did have the sense to take this situation seriously, even if it did cost her a good deal of her reserves. She created and raised eight humanoid treants one after another. They would stand about six feet tall that stood like sentinels in a circle around her.

The quick loss of saol made her grumpy. "Go," she commanded, pointing a finger at the cave. And so they did.

She drew another arrow and loaded it into her whisper bow. She pulled it back and let it loose, creating a thunderous booming sound that would probably sound quite loud in a burrow. She'd cock her head to the side and see if that did anything. She suspected that there was some kind of monster inside that was behind the parasites. Maybe it would come out and attack her? That would be convenient. She'd nock another arrow and follow closely behind her minions.

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-.88 8x journeyman treants made of aetumental
-.08 8x raise treants
= 0.04
 
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