Part MMMDCII: Nightmare's Edge
Nightmare's Edge
Seventeenth Day of the Second Month 294 AC
Your gaze catches Dany's and there you see determination that matches your own. One more attempt. Together you try to weave the winds against the storm and shadow, to bring clear skies to and the light back upon the plains, you weave into the spell, to restore this realm to what it should be.
This is as it should be, the thought hits you like an avalanche, hatred, despair, and power beyond words.
For the first time since you have taken dragon form in full your wings freeze mid-flight and it is only desperate instinct that keeps you from tumbling to the ground below. Besides you Dany is coughing blood, crimson droplets tumbling to the grass below, before Zathir reaches out with a wing to heal her with one feathery wing leaving you to conjure fire and boil the blood to nothing before it can reach the ground.
"We are going," you call out.
The Winged Serpent seems relived at the words, though not as much as Ser Richard, for whom watching this was doubtless harrowing.
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The three of you land on the grass in the main cooking area of the encampment more heavily than you are used to, somewhat thunderously in the case of your own scaled form. Zathir somehow manages to coil around the entire area like a living ward, though he had not been even a tenth that long when you set off from the Deep.
"So I'm guessing not good," Tyene quips, though you can see her gaze going over all three of you for wounds.
"We're fine," you explain. "Someone put up a magic drain in the storm, it was not pleasant dealing with but it's been weakened." The first time at least. The second time whatever power was behind it did its best to weaken you. You rather strongly suspect less warded or resilient mages contesting the effect would have perished outright.
"Even the sky is cursed," Waymar mutters under his breath, in the Old Tongue so as not to trouble the legionaries and officers who had begin to gather around you. "Any idea what it was?"
Surprising everyone it is Zathir who replies. "One who recalls the waning times. That storm is woven of the dreams... the nightmares of broken divinity made manifest. I'm not certain how long it can be sustained, but it cannot be long. Perhaps you should wait, camp here and face the... enemy when they come to you." It is clear he is uncomfortable with the language of war, but he promised aid and aid he would give, be it with power or counsel.
The question is, does the counsel serve you well or would you be better off continuing to strike at the ragged, but still very much present...
"Fel Storm," Varys provides mentally.
Ser Richard falls on the side of forting up at least for a day or two, or until you can judge if the storm is advancing or contracting after your last attack. After all, he adds, the army made almost unbelievably good time getting here and can do so again. On the other side Waymar and Dany are both arguing that if the storm delivers an army as well as draining magic that it would be best to try to deal with it as soon as possible.
For her part Tyene is staying out of the discussion on the reasoning that she does not know enough to weigh in one way or another, and Ser Gerold is waiting for your decision. You do not doubt the man's decisiveness, but fighting in the contentions of Powers is not what he is experienced in.
What do you do?
[] Set up camp to see if the shadow fades or the enemy lurches up from under it to face you
[] March, when you get there you can set all the mages assigned to the battle for Sarnath as well as those of your allies against it
[] Try to study the strange effect further
[] Write in
OOC: For anyone wondering that was double nat 1s on the caster checks for Viserys and Dany. If they had not both made the subsequent fort save it would have been bad.
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