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[alldoomnogloom]

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[haematocritical]

[ when three magnemite link together to become magneton, they provide the perfect temperature, actually. ]

What, for the next... what is it, six weeks?

[ablazement]

I don't know that I can watch this every week. [mumbles into astarion's shoulder.]

[haematocritical]

[ pets her hair. ]

It is getting more stressful. We had quite the escalation this week.

[ablazement]

We lost - what, five people in one go?

[haematocritical]

[ counting on his fingers ]

After tomorrow, yes. Five people. [ ... ] Well, four and a dog.

[ablazement]

Pickles counts.

[haematocritical]

I am aware the dog was smarter than most men.

[alldoomnogloom]

Not smarter than Tara.

[haematocritical]

Tara is a woman.

[ league of her own ]

[alldoomnogloom]

Supposedly, yes.

[ writing in his journal again, flipping to the front where he's got a rudimentary calendar drawn up with almost two weeks crossed off. ]

The base here of course is only seven days, as opposed to a tenday ...

[haematocritical]

[ craning his neck to try and nosey at the whole notebook, actually. ]

...

Well, it's less time to deal with this. But it's also... less time to deal with all this. [ the calendar giveth and it taketh away ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ it's a lot of wizard notes and very, very boring, and then a few journal entries and what appears to be a tracking system for something - a daily rating on a scale from 1-10, most around 2 or 3, with the occasional 4 or 5. ]

[haematocritical]

[ uses it like a bedtime story and dozes off.



no, he's tapping the tracking system thoughtfully with his index finger. ]

A scale?

[alldoomnogloom]

Ah.

[ he hesitates, but. ]

The orb.

[ ... it is a pain index. ]

[haematocritical]

[ stares at him for a moment.

what's the highest number on this scale anyway? ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ a 10! so it could always be worse :) ]

Best to keep an eye on these things.

[haematocritical]

[ genuinely looks like he wants to hit him. ]

Why is it still acting up when the rest of, oh I don't know, literally all of our magic is sealed off?

[alldoomnogloom]

[ idk man sometimes you just have a horrible orb that consumes your spirit and it sucks. ]

The way it was explained to me is that our magic is ... corked, like a bottle of wine. Perhaps in the sense that we cannot wield it, but not that it ceases to exist.

[haematocritical]

So the orb is just... there doing its own thing, regardless of the situation.

[ .... his mouth twists slightly. ]

I suppose even insane cultists wouldn't have accounted for something like this.

[alldoomnogloom]

If anything it should prove something of a deterrent, yes? Kill me, and I take the whole place out with me.

[haematocritical]

[ stares at the ceiling for a moment before butting his shoulder into gale's. ]

Yes, I would rather you didn't explode and wipe out the entire village in the process. You were very good about not doing that back home.

[ablazement]

If it gets worse, you've got to tell us.

[alldoomnogloom]

So far, it's been nothing unusual. Much the same as when it was first sealed by Elminster. I don't think it requires magic item consumption, at least at this juncture.

[ablazement]

... That's good. Let's hope it keeps.

[she hesitates.]

[ablazement]

[ ): ]