Dragon quickstep

[Anastasia]

Ranbar comes over as well as Sanzha follows. "I'm not sure," she confesses, "I was paying attention though, so maybe it's because I was listening?"

"I was more focused on Razalim," Donald agrees, scratching at his chin, "Sanzha?"

"Razalim," Lady Sanzha seconds, "I didn't expect quite that level of interference."

[Corwin]

"Okay, then. Ranbar, Sanzha, please check in with Zaaman Rul. Tell him what happened, and ask him if he knows more or recognizes the speaker. We do tend to be distinctive as we talk. I'll stay at the Cauldron for now in case of weirdness."

[Anastasia]

It's not long for things to happen.

He's been informed and has begun his own investigations - but suddenly not even his own sources are talking, at least the ones in the City of Brass. Nor can his vision extend there, a great power has blocked it.

[Corwin]

Is he a contemporary of the Crimson Firebrand, at least enough to recognize his voice? I must admit I haven't actually considered that.

[Anastasia]

I don't believe Zaaman Rul is, it was before his time.

Meanwhile Elle's voice, carrying and calling you, "I need you for a minute for this study of Razalim!"

[Corwin]

"Ask and you shall receive~"

[Anastasia]

In Elle's lab Razalim sits on a granite slab. The slab is red hot, boiling and just barely solid. Razalim isn't harmed in the least, as various glass spheres painted like eyes swoop around it.

"All I need you to do is hold Razalim for about...let's say a minute, then let go of it," Elle declares.

[Corwin]

"You're literally playing with fire, you know," Seira notes with a grin, grasping Razalim's hilt.

[Anastasia]

Elle rolls her eyes but responds with a smile, "Playing without fire is boring."

When you grasp Razalim, an immediate sense of satisfaction and rightness grips you. You feel better, more alert. Your hand caresses the hilt as Elle murmurs arcane words and studies it. "Incredible," she murmurs aloud. "Okay, let it go if you can."

Will save.

[Corwin]

18:41 <Corwin> roll 1d20+84
18:41 <Kobot> Corwin rolled 1d20+84 --> [ 1d20=2 ]{86}

[Anastasia]

You manage to drop it, but it's hard. Once done Elle hms, "Here," she creates a scroll from nothing, "This is a summary of Razalim's abilities."

Loot post incoming.

[Corwin]

"You know something? I can do it!" Seira says cheerfully. "It's pretty taxing, mentally, but I've done much harder stuff routinely!"

[Anastasia]

Elle smiles, "What I'm afraid of that despite how remarkably powerful the sword is, that this effect may get stronger. Akil was dominated by it, and odious as he is, he's strong. Be careful with it, Seira, whatever this sword is, it's powerful but it isn't safe."

Loot.

[Corwin]

"Think I should keep carrying it and see what happens?"

[Anastasia]

"It's up to you," Elle finally says, "On Fire it'll be a weapon without equal."