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Post by Diocles on Jan 11, 2021 2:28:01 GMT
Aberana stands confused. "Wait. How can you go in there alone?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 11, 2021 2:31:20 GMT
"It is not my intent, or folly, to think of defeating the beast," I say. "I am here to recover Mikkel's body, so I will trust to my Ravenwood training and try to slip in as I may. If I do not return before too long, I will not return at all." I smile at him. "I trust you to wait as long as you can."
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Post by Diocles on Jan 11, 2021 2:33:53 GMT
Aberana is clearly reluctant to let you go alone. He can't help himself. He lives in a man's world, yet here's a beautiful young girl trying to take on a monster by herself. He's having trouble with this concept but isn't saying anything directly about it. "I have supplies to make a campfire here."
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 11, 2021 2:41:53 GMT
"Then please do that," I say. I lean up and kiss his cheek. "If I return, I will be cold, no doubt!"
Then I move toward the hole. What sort of place is this? I want to postpone casting wraithform until I am nearer the lair itself, but if this whole place might be, then now it is.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 11, 2021 23:37:34 GMT
In order to assure not slipping into the pit, you are obliged to go wraithform at once. You approach the hole and look over, but all is impenetrable blackness. Surely the wurm can see in the dark.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 12, 2021 1:17:11 GMT
I cannot, so I am obliged to use one of my lightstones, which I pull from my pocket. (Can I leap down? I know I'd not take damage, but I want to see if I can find a place to actually land!)
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Post by Diocles on Jan 12, 2021 1:20:58 GMT
You can see the bottom, but no sign of the wurm.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 12, 2021 1:31:32 GMT
There is nothing for it. I have to get down. Is it sufficient for me to just ooze down in wraithform? Or do I have to cast fly? I would prefer not to cast fly if I don't have to.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 12, 2021 2:00:51 GMT
Your wraithform will protect you from any falling damage. When you get down into the wurm's lair, you realize at once why the wurm has not come out to defend itself and also why Mikkel was not seen again, for both are here, the wurm slain, and Mikkel lying near it, face down on the ice.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 12, 2021 2:05:18 GMT
I rush over to him. "Mikkel!" I cry. I kneel beside him. Is he alive?
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Post by Diocles on Jan 12, 2021 2:06:34 GMT
He is alive, barely, and suffering from extreme exposure to the cold. He is unconscious, and his lips are blue.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 12, 2021 2:11:37 GMT
I resume my solid form, and the first thing I do is search his body. Does he have any potions I could give him?
"Mikkel," I whisper, as I look over him. "Mairwyn is here. Mairwyn will look after you now."
And my heart aches with the need to heal him. "Galadrin grant me favor!" I say, hoping for a potion.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 12, 2021 2:13:55 GMT
There is a healing potion for his wounds, but only heat will save his life at this point. You give him the potion and work it down his throat, and his wounds magically heal. But how to get him out of the hole and up to Aberana's fire?
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 12, 2021 2:16:01 GMT
"Thanks be to Galadrin!" I exclaim as I pour the potion down his throat. If I reduce Mikkel's size by 70%, can I carry him?
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Post by Diocles on Jan 12, 2021 2:16:25 GMT
Yes.
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