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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7626464" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 312</p><p></p><p>Glori let out a sigh of relief as Quellan completed his <em>prayer of healing</em>. She’d suspected that she’d had a minor concussion from having her head slammed to the marble floor. Kosk had managed to save her from herself; she knew that she never would have forgiven herself if she’d stabbed Quellan. Even though she’d been under the mental control of the naga at the time, she always would have wondered if she could have resisted the creature’s spell if she’d possessed more focus or will.</p><p></p><p>Her eyes traveled over to the niche where they’d left the dwarf’s body. They’d made a shroud for him out of a few blankets that were so ragged that they were hardly any use as bedding any more. They’d agreed to take a short rest here before moving on, but there was nothing here that they could use to build a cairn, no place they could inter their fallen friend short of going back outside and digging him a grave.</p><p></p><p>Xeeta noted her attention. “I feel bad just leaving him here,” she said. She looked over at Quellan. “You’re sure there’s nothing…”</p><p></p><p>“My powers have grown sufficiently for me to be able to raise the dead,” Quellan said. “But the diamonds that the spell consumes are not merely symbolic. They are needed to channel the power of the spell.”</p><p></p><p>“Who knows, maybe we’ll find some,” Rodan said. “From all we know, the Mai’i were crazy rich. There could be a hidden treasure chamber somewhere around here.”</p><p></p><p>“Still,” Xeeta said. “What if some creature comes along after we leave, and eats him?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think there are any animals here,” Rodan said. “I haven’t even seen any bugs since we entered the inner city, and the carcass of that crab-thing we killed was clean and untouched even after several hours. The gods only know what they ate.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe they were in some kind of stasis until we got here,” Quellan suggested. “Or they were summoned by some kind of spell left by the Mai’i to deter intruders.”</p><p></p><p>“There’s no way of knowing,” Rodan said. He knelt beside his pack. “We’re almost out of supplies. Can you create some more of that magical food?”</p><p></p><p>“Once I’ve had a full night’s rest,” Quellan said. “For now, I can create some more water, but that will just about deplete my powers.”</p><p></p><p>The cleric had been using his magic to augment their supplies for some time now, and they had the procedure down. The spell made about ten gallons, more than enough to refill all of their containers. They kept the excess in one of their more intact rain covers until they had all drunk as much as they could and topped off their waterskins, then used what was left to wash off the sweat and dirt and blood from the multiple battles they had fought to get here.</p><p></p><p>“Gods, I stink,” Xeeta said as she used a cloth to wipe her neck and face.</p><p></p><p>“We all stink,” Rodan said.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not fastidious,” Xeeta said. “But I’m tired of this, you know?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” Glori said. “I’ve been fantasizing about some of the nicer inns I’ve visited lately, in the quiet moments when I haven’t been fighting for my life.”</p><p></p><p>Rodan shared out a few strips of root stalk he’d foraged in the forest. The supplies that the tabaxi had given them were all completely gone, and the magical food that Quellan created never lasted for more than a day before it spoiled.</p><p></p><p>“Ugh, are you sure this stuff is edible?” Xeeta asked as she bit off a piece of the root with some effort.</p><p></p><p>“It’ll keep you alive,” Rodan said.</p><p></p><p>“I wonder what this place was like, when there were people here,” Glori said, looking up at the vast dome above them.</p><p></p><p>“It must have taken an incredible effort to build this,” Rodan said. “There’s nothing even close to this in Li Syval.”</p><p></p><p>“Or anywhere I’ve been,” Glori said. “The Mai’i must have been exceptional engineers.”</p><p></p><p>“Magic,” Xeeta said. “This was built with magic.”</p><p></p><p>“Sure, but it had to remain standing after they were done,” Rodan said.</p><p></p><p>Glori looked over at Quellan, who hadn’t really engaged in their conversation once he had used his magic to create the water. She leaned over to touch him on the arm. “Are you all right?”</p><p></p><p>He met her eyes and nodded. “I will be. It just…”</p><p></p><p>Glori didn’t hear the rest of what he was going to say, as her senses suddenly blurred. Colors and light flashed in her head, accompanied by a high-pitched sound that drowned out everything else. For a moment she thought she could see an image within that surge of conflicting inputs, then she was thrust back to reality, so quickly that she felt dizzy and nearly slumped over.</p><p></p><p>Looking around, she saw that she wasn’t the only one to have been affected.</p><p></p><p>“What was <em>that</em>?” Rodan asked.</p><p></p><p>“Not a good sign, whatever it was,” Xeeta groaned.</p><p></p><p>“It’s Bredan, Bredan and the book,” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>“Are you sure?” Glori asked, but even as she said the words, she felt something, an echo of the feeling she’d gotten during the episode. “I think… you may be right,” she said.</p><p></p><p>“I think we’ve gotten enough rest,” Xeeta said. She wavered visibly when she stood, but there was nothing but determination in her features.</p><p></p><p>Glori checked the fit of her sword in her scabbard as she got up, a gesture that she’d seen Bredan make many times before he’d learned the trick of making his weapon disappear and reappear at will. She adjusted her lyre on her opposite hip, even though there was little she could do with it, with her reservoir of magic as depleted as the rest of them. But they’d proven that it would take more than that to stop them. “All right,” she said. “Let’s go.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7626464, member: 143"] Chapter 312 Glori let out a sigh of relief as Quellan completed his [i]prayer of healing[/i]. She’d suspected that she’d had a minor concussion from having her head slammed to the marble floor. Kosk had managed to save her from herself; she knew that she never would have forgiven herself if she’d stabbed Quellan. Even though she’d been under the mental control of the naga at the time, she always would have wondered if she could have resisted the creature’s spell if she’d possessed more focus or will. Her eyes traveled over to the niche where they’d left the dwarf’s body. They’d made a shroud for him out of a few blankets that were so ragged that they were hardly any use as bedding any more. They’d agreed to take a short rest here before moving on, but there was nothing here that they could use to build a cairn, no place they could inter their fallen friend short of going back outside and digging him a grave. Xeeta noted her attention. “I feel bad just leaving him here,” she said. She looked over at Quellan. “You’re sure there’s nothing…” “My powers have grown sufficiently for me to be able to raise the dead,” Quellan said. “But the diamonds that the spell consumes are not merely symbolic. They are needed to channel the power of the spell.” “Who knows, maybe we’ll find some,” Rodan said. “From all we know, the Mai’i were crazy rich. There could be a hidden treasure chamber somewhere around here.” “Still,” Xeeta said. “What if some creature comes along after we leave, and eats him?” “I don’t think there are any animals here,” Rodan said. “I haven’t even seen any bugs since we entered the inner city, and the carcass of that crab-thing we killed was clean and untouched even after several hours. The gods only know what they ate.” “Maybe they were in some kind of stasis until we got here,” Quellan suggested. “Or they were summoned by some kind of spell left by the Mai’i to deter intruders.” “There’s no way of knowing,” Rodan said. He knelt beside his pack. “We’re almost out of supplies. Can you create some more of that magical food?” “Once I’ve had a full night’s rest,” Quellan said. “For now, I can create some more water, but that will just about deplete my powers.” The cleric had been using his magic to augment their supplies for some time now, and they had the procedure down. The spell made about ten gallons, more than enough to refill all of their containers. They kept the excess in one of their more intact rain covers until they had all drunk as much as they could and topped off their waterskins, then used what was left to wash off the sweat and dirt and blood from the multiple battles they had fought to get here. “Gods, I stink,” Xeeta said as she used a cloth to wipe her neck and face. “We all stink,” Rodan said. “I’m not fastidious,” Xeeta said. “But I’m tired of this, you know?” “Yeah,” Glori said. “I’ve been fantasizing about some of the nicer inns I’ve visited lately, in the quiet moments when I haven’t been fighting for my life.” Rodan shared out a few strips of root stalk he’d foraged in the forest. The supplies that the tabaxi had given them were all completely gone, and the magical food that Quellan created never lasted for more than a day before it spoiled. “Ugh, are you sure this stuff is edible?” Xeeta asked as she bit off a piece of the root with some effort. “It’ll keep you alive,” Rodan said. “I wonder what this place was like, when there were people here,” Glori said, looking up at the vast dome above them. “It must have taken an incredible effort to build this,” Rodan said. “There’s nothing even close to this in Li Syval.” “Or anywhere I’ve been,” Glori said. “The Mai’i must have been exceptional engineers.” “Magic,” Xeeta said. “This was built with magic.” “Sure, but it had to remain standing after they were done,” Rodan said. Glori looked over at Quellan, who hadn’t really engaged in their conversation once he had used his magic to create the water. She leaned over to touch him on the arm. “Are you all right?” He met her eyes and nodded. “I will be. It just…” Glori didn’t hear the rest of what he was going to say, as her senses suddenly blurred. Colors and light flashed in her head, accompanied by a high-pitched sound that drowned out everything else. For a moment she thought she could see an image within that surge of conflicting inputs, then she was thrust back to reality, so quickly that she felt dizzy and nearly slumped over. Looking around, she saw that she wasn’t the only one to have been affected. “What was [i]that[/i]?” Rodan asked. “Not a good sign, whatever it was,” Xeeta groaned. “It’s Bredan, Bredan and the book,” Quellan said. “Are you sure?” Glori asked, but even as she said the words, she felt something, an echo of the feeling she’d gotten during the episode. “I think… you may be right,” she said. “I think we’ve gotten enough rest,” Xeeta said. She wavered visibly when she stood, but there was nothing but determination in her features. Glori checked the fit of her sword in her scabbard as she got up, a gesture that she’d seen Bredan make many times before he’d learned the trick of making his weapon disappear and reappear at will. She adjusted her lyre on her opposite hip, even though there was little she could do with it, with her reservoir of magic as depleted as the rest of them. But they’d proven that it would take more than that to stop them. “All right,” she said. “Let’s go.” [/QUOTE]
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