When you put it that way, you do bring up a valid point. I'm sorry I didn't bring this up before. I didn't want to burden anyone with my problems when we're facing possible world ending circumstances.
[There was a pause as Koh crowed a brow at his question. A body part? She was glad when he clarified what he meant cause she didn't make a habit of carrying around severed limbs.]
I don't know how useful my description of Rhyle is anymore. We were both so young when he was take from me. Gods know I have changed a lot over the years. But we were as close as you could get without being identical. I remember him teasing me that he was starting to get taller than me... However there is one unique thing both he and I share, our eyes. I don't know how deeply you've stared into mine but as you know, my eyes aren't red. Not only that, but if you look closely into my right eye I have a small gold ring around my pupil. Rhyle has one too on his left eye, if that helps in anyway...
I do have some personal effects that were left in his room. A silver pin that he used to hold up his hair. Must have fallen out when they took him that night. But aside from that... I also have a silly little spider weave bracelet we made when we were kids.
Why are you asking? You have something in mind, Gale?
The personal effects! ( He almost jolts, lurching in the excitement of seeing the pieces starting to click together, knowing how it could work. )
The pin and the bracelet would do marvellously. Have you ever heard of scrying? It’s a difficult spell but well within my capabilities; it’s used to see and hear a particular creature on this plane, for about ten minutes. If I could get a lock on him, I could at least verify if he’s alive, and what he looks like now, and perhaps intuit by his surroundings to get a starting clue as to where he is.
We’d just need those personal effects— and a thousand gold to pick up a crystal ball or silver mirror or similar.
[Koh felt her heart cease in her chest, nearly dropping her notebook to the ground. All those years searching... Had the answer always been this simple? The cleric had to steady her hand from shaking before she wrote again.]
No... I haven't. Is really such a thing possible?
Gale, you brilliant man! I could kiss you! I'll pay whatever the cost if it will give me answers.
( Gale Dekarios is such a paradoxical mixture of humble yet arrogant, self-loathing yet thinking so very highly of his own arcane abilities, so he demurs with: )
Perfectly possible, yes, although I don’t blame you for not knowing of it; it’s a piece of very advanced magic, and not every wizard is able to work at such a high level. And there’s still a chance it might fail when I cast it, mind you. But it’s certainly worth a try in case.
( Hemming and hawing. Thank the gods she can’t see him right now, specifically: the tips of his ears turning an embarrassed pink. )
Ha ha, no kiss required as payment, of course, it’s the least I could do! What a monster I’d be if I extricated amorous overtures from my companions for every piece of magic wrought.
If you wanted to rp out the scrying, I would be 100% down for it
If there is even just a sliver of hope that it could work, I want to try. The worst the could happen that it fails and I'm back to here I was before.
[There was a beat before her next reply came. Sitting here in her tent she silently was trying to process this new feeling of hope that warmed her heart. The wizard had no idea what this gift meant to her.]
A kiss as payment? Oh no, I would never do something like that. Makes it feel so transactional. I would kiss you because I wanted to.
[Wait... What did she just write? Again she quickly scribbled back in her journal.]
What I meant was, I don't make a habit of kissing just anyone. Kissing someone should mean something and not be used so cheaply as an exchange for goods and services.
( There’s more he could, or should, touch on here, address that dangling comment and the prospect of kisses or not… but in the end, he backpedals safely out of it. )
I’ll start pursuing some leads on supplies, and let you know as soon as we’re ready.
It takes a few days of preparation, of course, and the hefty cost of shopping for an appropriate focus. Gale accepts Kol’s gold and browses various markets for days, pondering crystal balls, breathing on the glass of a mirror and wiping off its surface with the sleeve of his robes, rapping his knuckles on the silver frame. He picks up a gigantic basin and tilts it back and forth, considering filling it with holy water for the scrying, but then sets it down as being too large and unwieldy.
A thousand gold was rich, but so long as Kol decided price was no object —
In the end, Gale successfully arranges for their scrying session. There’s a picnic blanket (the same he’d used the night he showed her the Weave) spread out on a field under the stars. He’d waited for a clear night; not because it’s strictly necessary, but because this is difficult enough without the distraction of pouring rain around them. Despite all his bluster, he primarily prides himself on evocation and illusion magic, and divination isn’t his strong suit.
Standing in the field, hands propped on his hips, Gale surveys his work — and then, hearing the woman approaching, he glances back over with his face breaking into a smile.
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[There was a pause as Koh crowed a brow at his question. A body part? She was glad when he clarified what he meant cause she didn't make a habit of carrying around severed limbs.]
I don't know how useful my description of Rhyle is anymore. We were both so young when he was take from me. Gods know I have changed a lot over the years. But we were as close as you could get without being identical. I remember him teasing me that he was starting to get taller than me... However there is one unique thing both he and I share, our eyes. I don't know how deeply you've stared into mine but as you know, my eyes aren't red. Not only that, but if you look closely into my right eye I have a small gold ring around my pupil. Rhyle has one too on his left eye, if that helps in anyway...
I do have some personal effects that were left in his room. A silver pin that he used to hold up his hair. Must have fallen out when they took him that night. But aside from that... I also have a silly little spider weave bracelet we made when we were kids.
Why are you asking? You have something in mind, Gale?
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The pin and the bracelet would do marvellously. Have you ever heard of scrying? It’s a difficult spell but well within my capabilities; it’s used to see and hear a particular creature on this plane, for about ten minutes. If I could get a lock on him, I could at least verify if he’s alive, and what he looks like now, and perhaps intuit by his surroundings to get a starting clue as to where he is.
We’d just need those personal effects— and a thousand gold to pick up a crystal ball or silver mirror or similar.
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No... I haven't. Is really such a thing possible?
Gale, you brilliant man! I could kiss you! I'll pay whatever the cost if it will give me answers.
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Perfectly possible, yes, although I don’t blame you for not knowing of it; it’s a piece of very advanced magic, and not every wizard is able to work at such a high level. And there’s still a chance it might fail when I cast it, mind you. But it’s certainly worth a try in case.
( Hemming and hawing. Thank the gods she can’t see him right now, specifically: the tips of his ears turning an embarrassed pink. )
Ha ha, no kiss required as payment, of course, it’s the least I could do! What a monster I’d be if I extricated amorous overtures from my companions for every piece of magic wrought.
If you wanted to rp out the scrying, I would be 100% down for it
[There was a beat before her next reply came. Sitting here in her tent she silently was trying to process this new feeling of hope that warmed her heart. The wizard had no idea what this gift meant to her.]
A kiss as payment? Oh no, I would never do something like that. Makes it feel so transactional. I would kiss you because I wanted to.
[Wait... What did she just write? Again she quickly scribbled back in her journal.]
What I meant was, I don't make a habit of kissing just anyone. Kissing someone should mean something and not be used so cheaply as an exchange for goods and services.
hELL yeah
( There’s more he could, or should, touch on here, address that dangling comment and the prospect of kisses or not… but in the end, he backpedals safely out of it. )
I’ll start pursuing some leads on supplies, and let you know as soon as we’re ready.
It takes a few days of preparation, of course, and the hefty cost of shopping for an appropriate focus. Gale accepts Kol’s gold and browses various markets for days, pondering crystal balls, breathing on the glass of a mirror and wiping off its surface with the sleeve of his robes, rapping his knuckles on the silver frame. He picks up a gigantic basin and tilts it back and forth, considering filling it with holy water for the scrying, but then sets it down as being too large and unwieldy.
A thousand gold was rich, but so long as Kol decided price was no object —
In the end, Gale successfully arranges for their scrying session. There’s a picnic blanket (the same he’d used the night he showed her the Weave) spread out on a field under the stars. He’d waited for a clear night; not because it’s strictly necessary, but because this is difficult enough without the distraction of pouring rain around them. Despite all his bluster, he primarily prides himself on evocation and illusion magic, and divination isn’t his strong suit.
Standing in the field, hands propped on his hips, Gale surveys his work — and then, hearing the woman approaching, he glances back over with his face breaking into a smile.
“Kolnatha! Good evening. Are you ready?”