02-21-2020, 03:03 PM
"Talk to it?" Tiras asked, finding the possibility of doing so to be something of a stretch. "If what I understand is correct, the first spirit I spoke to wasn't Persephone. It was some... thing of greater power. Couldn't say what, but Persephone and that voice are not the same. Secondly, I doubt the thing that spoke to me could get us off this island. Communication over long distance doesn't mean the distance can be traveled, I think." Of course, as I am no mage or scholar of any magical discipline, perhaps my words should be taken with salt, he thought.
When Raye and Lennox had joined them, the group set off, heading north-by-northwest. Unsurprisingly, there was thick fog, as it was morning by the sea. Tiras doubted that it was always foggy on the island, but it sure seemed like it. The island was eerily empty, comparative to how often the morphs had attacked them the day previous.
With my luck, they'll have all gathered into one place to ambush us. I wish we had a healer with us, Tiras groused in his head, keeping his eyes peeled and his weapons ready.
When Raye and Lennox had joined them, the group set off, heading north-by-northwest. Unsurprisingly, there was thick fog, as it was morning by the sea. Tiras doubted that it was always foggy on the island, but it sure seemed like it. The island was eerily empty, comparative to how often the morphs had attacked them the day previous.
With my luck, they'll have all gathered into one place to ambush us. I wish we had a healer with us, Tiras groused in his head, keeping his eyes peeled and his weapons ready.
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.