Go
deep throat
a cactus
There may be three men at her back, but that doesn’t stop the momentary flash of grim panic when the thing outside tries to access the panel. A heart beat? it says, letting them know that it knows (and are the monsters a hive entity? If one knows do they all know?), doing its best to spread dread and fear through the guardian’s hearts. Wessex may not be fueled by adrenaline, she may not fear the threat the same way the others do, but it does elicit a silent sign of defiance: she bares her teeth, snarling at the door and the shadow as it leaves them alone.
There will be more attempts. Plenty of them. She needs to put more protocol in place. All of which should have been done earlier in the week, butAstor’s she’s been busy.
Asking the men to move away from the door with a nod, Wessex ushers them back to the threshold of the Rathskellar and lowers her voice. “Now that they know - or at least one of them does - we need to put some protocol into place. Shifts for door watches, both here and at the front of the Temple, because Loren and I will eventually need rest.”
Ideally they’d have two people on each door, and two seven hour shifts with ten hours of sleep/rest. But nothing ever goes according to plan, so Wessex is tempted to not even bother with setting it up. Except, as usual, she has to try.
“There’s a two-way parchment in the Temple proper, on a table with a shell. If you talk in to the shell, the person with the other end can hear you. Same with the parchment, it will show what’s been written. There are three amulets with stored magic -” She looks to Loren for confirmation of this, because quite frankly, all the magical item talk has blended together in her mind, “One with creation magic, which is to be used as a last resort to contain a monster or solve a problem. And the others have…. Summoning magic, right?” A hand goes to her chest. “I also have Loren’s summoning magic. So you two, or any other non-Ascended need to have a summoning amulet with you.”
She pauses. What else?
“Ask the questions. Password. Names. Personal information. Be wary of anyone who already knows about the heartbeat panel.” A heavy shrug. “It’s a guessing game in the end. Call me if there’s time. If not, go with your gut. And if you don’t want to make the decision, I will.”
She takes a moment to look each man in the face, wondering where Rex is, where Cera is, where the people who she knows can keep a level head are. “And if anyone else wants to help, send ‘em my way.”
There will be more attempts. Plenty of them. She needs to put more protocol in place. All of which should have been done earlier in the week, but
Asking the men to move away from the door with a nod, Wessex ushers them back to the threshold of the Rathskellar and lowers her voice. “Now that they know - or at least one of them does - we need to put some protocol into place. Shifts for door watches, both here and at the front of the Temple, because Loren and I will eventually need rest.”
Ideally they’d have two people on each door, and two seven hour shifts with ten hours of sleep/rest. But nothing ever goes according to plan, so Wessex is tempted to not even bother with setting it up. Except, as usual, she has to try.
“There’s a two-way parchment in the Temple proper, on a table with a shell. If you talk in to the shell, the person with the other end can hear you. Same with the parchment, it will show what’s been written. There are three amulets with stored magic -” She looks to Loren for confirmation of this, because quite frankly, all the magical item talk has blended together in her mind, “One with creation magic, which is to be used as a last resort to contain a monster or solve a problem. And the others have…. Summoning magic, right?” A hand goes to her chest. “I also have Loren’s summoning magic. So you two, or any other non-Ascended need to have a summoning amulet with you.”
She pauses. What else?
“Ask the questions. Password. Names. Personal information. Be wary of anyone who already knows about the heartbeat panel.” A heavy shrug. “It’s a guessing game in the end. Call me if there’s time. If not, go with your gut. And if you don’t want to make the decision, I will.”
She takes a moment to look each man in the face, wondering where Rex is, where Cera is, where the people who she knows can keep a level head are. “And if anyone else wants to help, send ‘em my way.”
