Crossed swords

[Anastasia]

Elle rises up in the air, studying them as well.

Donald eyes them, "So...I'm just guessing, but the claw that made those is probably bigger than I am."

Seira reads in the meantime. It's...diagrams. Magical diagrams, this one being most of the magic for a cure minor wounds spell. It's like a spellbook's spell design, carved into the walls and dissected mechanically.

[Corwin]

"It's like a huge healer's spellbook," Seira muses, staying in her current form for now. "I've read about esoteric forms of storing your magic in gems, in one's scales or in the ground, so it might be that. Or more of a textbook, if it's meant to be inert. I think my spell laboratories are more efficient, though, if so. Wouldn't you want your assistant to shift the image as needed while you tinker with it?"

[Anastasia]

"I don't know, when Elle assists me all I really want her to do is to take off her-" Donald muses, only for Elle to cut in.

"No, it's an interesting approach. It's both primitive and refined, to make something out of nothing," Elle reckons, "Jetina, what do you make of it?"

Jetina swells up, larger than Hanna now but hardly on Seira's range. "They're still too big to read easily," she reports, "But technically I don't think I could do better. Or maybe even this good. There's a level of understanding here that's sublime."

[Corwin]

Seira diverts some of her attention to copying the design into a much more compact form. They might as well gather the information and examine if all together afterwards.

[Anastasia]

Like on a scroll, you  mean?

[Corwin]

Sure

[Anastasia]

You get a copy of cure minor wounds at least. Going to keep going, assuming the spells do?

[Corwin]

Yes

[Anastasia]

Onward. There's a few more cantrips here as you walk on and on, all scribbled out. But that's not all. Ahead is a figure - a young man, maybe 20. Tall, muscled, strong. Vital. He stands there in a well made tunic and pants of white, unstained. "Excuse me," he says as you come forward, "Divine ones, I must ask why you have come here. This is not a place you were meant to reach."

[Nephrite]

Moore decides to not explain how they got there unless someone asks, and for now defers to Seira for an explanation of why they came!

[Corwin]

Seira draws back into her usual form, approaching him. "My name is Seira, and we came here at my bidding. How shall we address you?"

[Anastasia]

"A...name?" he says slowly, "A name doesn't matter when you have see more years than grains of sand on the shore," is his answer. "Call me what you wish."

[Corwin]

How dramatic!

"I came here seeking Wildaros, possessed by the Shining Watcher. Since I reached out to the Watcher and got no response, there was no other option but to visit in person. Can you arrange a meeting for us?"

[Anastasia]

A warm smile is your answer, "Well, allow me to..."

Will saves for everyone but Moore.

[Corwin]

19:27 <Corwin> roll 1d20+80+4+14 this is where people should drop MoP
19:27 <Penuche> Corwin invokes Penuche's magic: < 115 > [d20=17]