the stories i could tell
The decision of who will keep the mageglass, the Voice leaves up to Wessex. Quickly the demigoddess offers it to her, and wordlessly the Voice nods, extending a hand to take it. Her fingers brush against Neron's, electricity sizzling through his receptors as a promise of yet more power to come.
"Indeed. Bring whatever you think might prove useful. Those mines have been..." The Voice's lips twist slightly as she considers her words. "...shielded from me, shall we say. I will be of no use to you there, nor do I know what has transpired inside of them since last I was there." She looks at those gathered, wondering whether these will be the final group to trek into the mines.
"Neron knows the way well to the entrance of the mines. From there, it is up to you.."
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"Indeed. Bring whatever you think might prove useful. Those mines have been..." The Voice's lips twist slightly as she considers her words. "...shielded from me, shall we say. I will be of no use to you there, nor do I know what has transpired inside of them since last I was there." She looks at those gathered, wondering whether these will be the final group to trek into the mines.
"Neron knows the way well to the entrance of the mines. From there, it is up to you.."
Post your KQ group in the Fangs when you're ready to begin!
