On the prowl (Ithea)

[Merc]

Ithea is distracted from Hanna and looks towards Balyss and the pool. "So... do we drink from it? Swim in it? Just look inside while the moon reflects on it?"

[Anastasia]

"I don't know," Balyss admits openly, kneeling next to it. "Do what you will. I'm going to try a prayer first."

Hanna glances at Ithea and then Simmer, before starting to casually disrobe, "I'll try swimming in it and to the bottom."

"I'll look in it," Simmer says, creeping close to it (but not too close) and peering at the white waters.

[Merc]

Any knowledge or other skill or ability check to try and figure out best option?

[Anastasia]

K:P.

[Merc]

[21:02] <Merc> roll d20+42 K:P
[21:02] <Penuche> Merc invokes Penuche's magic: < 51 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

It's said that pools of Selune's tears sometimes build up in the Gates of the Moon. These pools are full of mystical energy and Selune's desire for a better future, each tear coming from a tragedy happening that could have been prevented. A skilled seer can study and imbibe a tiny amount of the liquid to have a powerful vision. Careful, the tears are poisonous if more than a little bit is drank, leaving creatures in delirious rapture for days, weeks or even months, depending on how much is drank.

[Merc]

"Wait, Hanna. I don't think you need to go for a dip. If I recall correctly, yu're supposed to drink a tiny amount to have a vision. Too much, and it becomes a poison. But I don't know how much is too much....although I don't think it's lethal at least?"

Ithea scoops some of the pool's liquid, basically half of what she might be able to cup in between both hands held together and takes a deep breath. "Here goes..." she mutters before taking a sip, consuming Selune's tears.

[Anastasia]

Hanna stops half undressed and starts putting her equipment back on. "Glad you caught-" Hanna stops as Ithea takes a drink. It tastes like nothing at all, and...

Fort.

[Merc]

[21:20] <Merc> roll d20+36+11 fort+inspiration
[21:20] <Penuche> Merc invokes Penuche's magic: < 49 > [d20=2]
[21:20] <Merc> grr

[Anastasia]

Balyss kneels to drink as well in the meantime, "Ithea, why did you drink if you aren't a seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-"

Woah. Woaaaaaaaah. Rainbows and cubes dividing together into a sum of circles, all of them making circles. You laugh as you feel acid ran fall on your face. You drift along the rainbows and unicorns, moonlight carrying you off and away.

Tannin collapses against the wall, bleeding from his torn open stomach. His head is bowed and a hand on his wound, leaning against the broken remnants of a Medicant Golem. He looks up as a shadowy, looming figure raises a greatsword up. All he can do is spit at it and say, "Do it, you cockless devil fuck."

You drift on a river of silver and white, buffeted like rapids. Shining diamonds and a sea of silver ink, the krakens spewing it all. An endless ocean of light, 27 destinies within it that were lost. You can only watch the cubes divide into circles, the circles become squares and the squares give birth to the moon, over and over again.

Adrian and Misalea stand alone. Both are badly bloodied but stand over a large corpse. You can't see it, but Adrian spits blood out and to the side. His breathing is heavy, "Too late," he grins, sounding almost giddy. "Willah's ours now and she's the last one."

27 divided by 3 becomes 9. You see nine circles before you, each one darker than the last. Three diamonds shine in the night sky as one great moon, surrounded by the unseen nimbus of the radiant sun. They are not krakens, but things bigger. They stretch everywhere, touch everything. A million million million connections, each one strong and firm. Incalculable meaning.

A female knight in shining armor and with long black hair. A great dragon, shining gold and red. A twisted, broken angel, beautiful and yet terribly fallen to your eyes. In the angel's hand is a globe, a world. Its blue waters and green lands are held in his hands, almost like a talisman of defense against the knight and dragon. They wage battle, one that shakes all the world around you.

Ugh. Ithea's head pounds. She's curled up and barely able to register anything except an overwhelming headache.

[Merc]

"That...was not nearly as good an idea as I thought it'd be," Ithea mutters as she holds her head against the palm of her hand and rubs her forehead. "Fuck, that was trippy."

[Anastasia]

PAIN!

Speaking wasn't a good idea. It just makes your head pound more. Your throat is dry and your words come out weak and strangled.

[Merc]

Ithea just whimpers and waits for the pain to decrease.

[Anastasia]

After some time, the pain lessens enough that Ithea can open her eyes. She's lying in a dark room and on a bed, no blanket covering her. Your vision isn't 100% at the moment, but you think you see what's a common inn room.

[Merc]

Ithea looks around for the others.