the Voice
"This is making me feel a bit like Safrin." A shower of electricity heralds the arrival of the Voice. "Being brought rare and precious artifacts..." She is pleased of course, but there is clear disdain in her voice as well. Unlike the herald and the old gods, the Voice would be quick to take what has been brought to her and use it in service of her bright ones.
'You made rather quick work of the caves.' The Voice notes with a smile for Nate, knowing just how clever of a mind he has. Reaching for the mageglass, as it touches her fingers the world around them shakes and bends as raw power surges into the Voice.
'You made rather quick work of the caves.' The Voice notes with a smile for Nate, knowing just how clever of a mind he has. Reaching for the mageglass, as it touches her fingers the world around them shakes and bends as raw power surges into the Voice.
