A Field Healer
Careful now. The tremors left the earth restless, and the Princess is more sensitive to the shifting hum than we are.
A Field Healer spreads a poultice of crushed lavender and glowing lichen across the obsidian floor, the light bathing the nursery in a soft, verdant haze. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp moss.
Princess Dire Ant
The Commander arrives. The stone feels firmer under his heavy tread, a welcome weight against the instability below.
Kalazan
The obsidian webbing I laid is holding, but the ley lines still pulse with a frantic rhythm.
A Field Healer
Commander, the brood is agitated. If you can channel that same focus you used on the causeway, we might quiet the nesting stone once and for all.
Kalazan plants his staff, the metal head sparking as it meets the stone. The nursery floor begins to pulse, a heartbeat of violet light echoing the Commander's intent.
“I cast the curse to backcast and attack who cursed it”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conjuration arcana, rolled +2)
Kalazan grunts, his grip tightening on the wood of his staff as he forces the shadows into a knot of reverse resonance.
Kalazan
The ley lines recoil from the touch of my curse, revealing the hidden signature of the caster buried deep within the floor.
A spectral shriek erupts from the obsidian tiles as the curse boomerangs, ripping through the invisible veil and striking a shadowy figure that was tethered to the masonry.
Princess Dire Ant
The air tastes of ozone and failure. My master strikes true, and the suffocating pressure of the curse vanishes like smoke.
A Field Healer
By the gods, Commander. The floor is still. Look, the scroll beneath the webbing is finally visible.
The obsidian webbing fades, leaving behind a pristine piece of ancient vellum resting untouched amidst the dust of the nursery.
“I tell the healer to spread word to the hold that i am calming the shaking”
SUCCESS (Legendary Leadership, rolled +0)
Kalazan
Send word to the guard, healer. Tell them the tremors are banished and the foundation holds once more.
A Field Healer
It shall be done immediately, Commander. The entire hold will breathe easier knowing your hand remains firmly upon the pulse of this mountain.
The healer bows deeply, clutching their satchel, and retreats toward the nursery entrance with rapid, light steps.
Kalazan
The message will ripple through the halls of Red Tide faster than any tremors ever could.
Kalazan approaches the center of the room, his boots crunching softly on the discarded stone chips.
He reaches down, his fingers hovering over the vellum, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse of lingering magic emanating from the ancient script.
+ Scene Quest Added
Secure the nursery against the remaining threat
“I hunt down more threats, using my control of the mountain”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
Kalazan closes his eyes, casting his will into the deep earth veins of Red Tide. The stone walls hum in resonance with his intent.
Princess Dire Ant
The master commands the marrow of the hold. My sisters will sleep undisturbed beneath his shadow.
A sudden, rhythmic scraping sound erupts from behind the southern wall. The vibration is sharp, precise, and distinctly organic.
Kalazan
Something is scuttling through the ventilation shafts I warded.
Kalazan lifts his hand from the scroll. The stone panel behind the nursery nest slides aside, revealing a Pale Moon scout clutched tight in a jagged steel cage of its own making.
Pale Moon Scout
The stone is deaf, but the Minotaur... he hears the roots. I will not be your specimen.
Quest Complete
Secure the nursery against the remaining threat