Eternal questions (Ithea)

[Merc]

Ithea frowns. Oh great. "Do you know where he went?"

Actually, scratch that. "Elena? Where's Tepen right now?"

[Anastasia]

Elena so appears as asked, "He's checking the wards on The Father's books," she reports, "It just started shaking and writhing, plus radiating emotion."

[Merc]

Ithea nods with a frown. "C'mon, Sylvie," she says as she heads for a portal to where the book is kept.

[Anastasia]

"Oghma damn it," Sylvie darkly mutters, "This is not the time for this."

[Merc]

"When is it, really?" Ithea fires back.

[Anastasia]

Amid Sylvie's grumbling, the two head to the chamber The Father's book is contained in. Various wards and magical inscriptions are engraved all over the room. A rainbow of different color lights come from them as the book shakes in place. A moment later, a sheer, overwhelming sensation of frustration slams into the both of you. It's thick as honey and painfully bitter, leaving the taste of ashes in your mouth.

Tepen is nearby, studying the book with eyes that blaze with blue spellfire. One hand hovers above it while the other draws seven-fold patterns in the air. "By Mystra's Weave be calm," Tepen repeats, again and again.

[Merc]

Ithea eyes the book and tries to figure out if there's anything she can do to help.

OOC: knowledge/spellcraft/etc?

[Anastasia]

You can make spellcraft, assuming you detect magic or the like.

[Merc]

Ithea uses Detect Magic.

[12:54] <Merc> roll d20+40+6 spellcraft+inspiration
[12:54] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 66 > [d20=20]

[Anastasia]

"I'll hold back in case this goes sour," Sylvie steps back a little bit, Ithea studies the magic. A force is pressing against the book from inside, but it looks like the book itself will hold. It's already losing steam. A powerful eruption, but one that's about ran its course.

[Merc]

"It looks like things are going to be fine. Tepen's got everything in hand," Ithea says, though she keeps an eye on the book until it finishes acting up. "Whatever brought this on shouldn't last much longer, hopefully."

[Anastasia]

The book slows and finally goes still. After that Tepen seven times traces a magic circle across its surface, murmuring, "By the Weave, be still. Lest Mystra's magic burn you asunder, Azuth's spells turn you into a frog, Savras doom your future, Velsharoon steal your life and Alicia slash you with arcane fire." After that's done he gets up and leans on the Staff of Vithos, "The Father seems upset. Perhaps over Muirfinn or other things that I know not."

[Merc]

"Perhaps," Ithea agrees. "Muirfinn was the one of the driving forces on the quest to deal with him so the Father wanted to give us a reminder not to forget about him. Something like that anyway."

Ithea sighs, as she drops the spell she was using to detect magic. "If it isn't one thing it's another. Tepen, we just heard some potential prophecies from 27, one of which worried me in particular when I heard mention of the book 'acting up'."

"Thankfully I guess I was just overreacting, since problem's been solved for the time being. Still, I wanted to have you and/or Vul'ath going over his words. It might be more Vul'ath given you already have Taelfagn's chains on your plate."

[Anastasia]

"Take it to Vul'lath. My attention is already split too many ways," Tepen says, "In fact? Elena, can you pass word of 27's latest revelations onto Sage Vul'lath?"

"Sure," Elena calls from nowhere and everywhere around you, "It'll just make his day."

[Merc]

"Okay, that works. Let us know when you want to get back on the research for the chains."

ooc: Anything else to do here?