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The old dwarf was faced with dilemmas to numerous to mention, so he threw himself at the one most emblazoned in his mind. "Where is Magus Radda?"
She had spoken with Abathor only a week before whilst he was still being held in that unholy abomination of a holding cell the legion had constructed. In fact he still itched when he thought of it. "Bah, focus!" He thought at himself.
"She is not in this plane." He began to tick off the points he had peiced together thus far. "It seems her soul is in the veil between the living and the dead. The whereabouts of her remains is unknown. other than it is not this side of running water."
As he talked through his list he was arranging tomes and magical foci. It was a complex ritual he was about to embark on. One that he hoped he could endure. The texts described it as "Legend Lore" stronger than mere legend and deeper than any lore. With it's power he hoped to uncover the mystery as to what had become of Radda.
Abathor's methods in all his magical pursuits were quite unique. This one was no exception. For the he knew two distinctly different paths to reach his destination and he planned to walk them simultaneously.
I would take twice the effort and strain his endurance possibly past the break point. His mind was up for the task though after weeks in that spell void he felt like a pony fresh out of the stocks on the first ride of the season, full of vim and vigor. His body would be be his weakest link, the cell had not allowed for much exercise and he was not looking forward to sequestering himself within the confines of this small study for possibly another week.
There was a chance this would yield nothing of value but even the barest of clues would be worth the effort if it yielded the return of the Magus.
At any rate it was all he could do. He has set others on the search. Brimlor searched the avenues of death while Dryn queried the spirits of the land and finally the Magus Ahriman had set about finding out anything that would help reveal her location.
The ritual was about to begins. Abathor took a deep breath then he began to chant.
Legend of legend,
Lore of Lore.
Above and below us,
Through and surround us.
Guardian of secrets deep,
Keeper of the dead that sleep.
Show to me what has befallen,
the Magus Radda Le'dwar.
The ritual then continues with Abathor sleeping little and working diligently to recover a friend.
Day one: attempting to cast legend lore simultaneously divine and arcane.
Constitution check - 12
Spellcraft - 38
She had spoken with Abathor only a week before whilst he was still being held in that unholy abomination of a holding cell the legion had constructed. In fact he still itched when he thought of it. "Bah, focus!" He thought at himself.
"She is not in this plane." He began to tick off the points he had peiced together thus far. "It seems her soul is in the veil between the living and the dead. The whereabouts of her remains is unknown. other than it is not this side of running water."
As he talked through his list he was arranging tomes and magical foci. It was a complex ritual he was about to embark on. One that he hoped he could endure. The texts described it as "Legend Lore" stronger than mere legend and deeper than any lore. With it's power he hoped to uncover the mystery as to what had become of Radda.
Abathor's methods in all his magical pursuits were quite unique. This one was no exception. For the he knew two distinctly different paths to reach his destination and he planned to walk them simultaneously.
I would take twice the effort and strain his endurance possibly past the break point. His mind was up for the task though after weeks in that spell void he felt like a pony fresh out of the stocks on the first ride of the season, full of vim and vigor. His body would be be his weakest link, the cell had not allowed for much exercise and he was not looking forward to sequestering himself within the confines of this small study for possibly another week.
There was a chance this would yield nothing of value but even the barest of clues would be worth the effort if it yielded the return of the Magus.
At any rate it was all he could do. He has set others on the search. Brimlor searched the avenues of death while Dryn queried the spirits of the land and finally the Magus Ahriman had set about finding out anything that would help reveal her location.
The ritual was about to begins. Abathor took a deep breath then he began to chant.
Legend of legend,
Lore of Lore.
Above and below us,
Through and surround us.
Guardian of secrets deep,
Keeper of the dead that sleep.
Show to me what has befallen,
the Magus Radda Le'dwar.
The ritual then continues with Abathor sleeping little and working diligently to recover a friend.
Day one: attempting to cast legend lore simultaneously divine and arcane.
Constitution check - 12
Spellcraft - 38
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