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Post by Thalia Vedas on Feb 3, 2021 19:23:01 GMT
Thalia took the book and looked at what he was showing her with great interest, she looked excited as he said it, and smiled at him, a lot of her frostiness had thawed in six months as she started respecting and trusting the people she was working with.
“Good work” she gave rare praise, “they cannot have worked well, unless something went wrong. Is there more?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2021 19:40:14 GMT
He nodded. “I don’t believe this was ever employed,” he said. “The spell here, at the end, the one that activates it, it’s incomplete. My theory is the Mistlords crushed the creators of the tree before one could ever be planted. We can finish the spell and then find a place where the field can be deactivated...” he leaned in, “and then we may have found something of real use!”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Feb 7, 2021 17:58:59 GMT
Thalia had created her own spells in the past, but trying to finish the spell of someone else was a lot harder, a lot of trial and error since you were never sure of the emotion and intent required. She'd never successfully achieved it before.
"That sounds like a good plan, I can start looking into it, if we can start to push back the mist it would hold incalcuable benefit. Have you told anyone else about this yet?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 8, 2021 4:32:00 GMT
“I’ve hinted at it to Mariya,” he said. “But the full story I figured you should accompany me to tell, with all the work we’ve done together. I’m not the sort to steal glory I didn’t wholly deserve myself.” He took a drink from a flask. “But I won’t deny it feels good.”
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