The Hand of Asumit: The In-Betweens

Log Info

• Title: The Hand of Asumit, The In-betweens
• Emitter: Cryosanthia
• Characters: Seldan, Cryosanthia, Cesran, Stjepan
• Place: Inside Cesran's Mage's Magnificent Mansion.
• Time: Friday, June 25, 2021, 2:20 PM; Monday, June 28, 2021 2:42 PM
• Summary: Seldan is sketching and thinking in the drawing room of Cesran's Mage's Magnificent Mansion. It's late at night. Cryosanthia returns, having flown to Alexandria with her new wings to visit her daughter and Egg-Watcher and let them know she's safe. It's kind of a lie, and she returns with candy, and Stjepan, who had been briefed earlier. Cesran arrives, and Cryo and he explain the battle to Stjepan in a small performance augmented with Minor Image. The major beat-downs are described, though they focus on what the Alternates said, and regretted there wasn't enough time to properly question them. The discussion moves onto Discord, and Seldan explains it is a Soul Prison and what he and the sword might have become if he had fallen. Cryosanthia, gently criticizes the Silverguard, saying he often turns away from things he doesn't wish to address and that Discord might be something he will have to confront. It is the only entity left from their otherworldly encounter, and even it it contains multitudes of very evil souls, they still might know something and he's the only one that can ask.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  Appearing sooner or later  =-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia  6'9"     291 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Seldan       5'11"    187 Lb     Human             Male      Ginger-blonde human in armor wearing Eluna's symbol. 
Cesran       6'1"     185 Lb     Human             Male      A tall dark-skinned man.
Aya          4'7"     105 Lb     Shadow Elf        Female    Mul'niessa. Braided hair. Simple clothing.
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Inside Cesran's Mage's Magnificent Mansion.

Late evening.

On the outside, a nearly invisible large door on one of the large rocks. One needs to know just where to look, and only the allowed can pass through.

On the inside, a mansion done in a Jade Island style, fit for a Merchant Prince's Palace. Plenty of rooms, a banquet hall, baths, a kitchen, a sand garden, with windows birds can fly in and out.

If there were birds. Beyond the windows is a hazy view of the sky and sea, illusion more than actuality.

It is lovely. It's missing something though, for a certain white Sith'makar, who flew off on a mission and is yet to return.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, cleaned his gear, and done his evening prayers, Seldan has left his gear in one of the mansion's bedrooms, and now wears only simple linen shirt and leather trousers, the shirt untied at the collar. He's sitting in a richly appointed drawing room not far from the door, Reunion in its sheath nearby, a sheaf of parchment and pencils on his lap. For once, though, he doesn't appear to be copying a subject, so much as drawing something in his mind's eye. He is intent on his work, tongue protruding from between his teeth as he shades a section with the side of his pencil.

There is a shimmering at the main door as Cryosanthia ducks through in an oddly practiced motion. Her habit from the low sills of the Tower, modified to accomodate her new and fully formed wings. She maneuvers them surprisingly well, several weeks of adjusting to their partial presence may have been a factor.

Once inside, she stands tall, inhaling a deep breath and looking around for people. She seems tired, a flight to Alexandria and back might do that. There is Seldan, there is an audience. She summons energy from somewhere, holds her head a little higher and tilts it just right. There's a bounce in her step now as she moves into the drawing room.

"Peace on your nest, Seldan," She says cheerfully, "A drawing room and you are drawing. This one thinks there is a joke there, but the observance may be enough."

A pair of ice-blue eyes snap up to regard Cryosanthia as she enters, looking her up and down. Although the demeanor is its usual calm, easy reserve, there is something troubled deep within those eyes. "Cryosanthia, peace upon your nest also," he greets, setting aside the drawing and its trappings on the floor next to the chair and rising.

"I must confess that I am not yet accustomed to the wings." He nods to the appendages on the sith-makar's shoulders. "How is it that you do not yet sleep?"

Cesran comes down the stairs from the library and he has a book with him. He sees the others and smiles, "Hello, is everyone comfort and the mansion to your liking?" He asks as he makes his way towards the others, "I was just doing some research in the library. You know I never have quiet figured out where these books come from. If they are copies of real books that I've read about and formed from my memories of them or if they are just copies of real books. Or they are real books formed by the magic spell. Trying to make sure I'm ready for traveling the Sea of Mana."

"Thank you Seldan, thank you also Cesran." The whitescale says, her gem-like sapphire eyes glittering, "They feel a whole lot better now that my back has stopped hurting, and my magic gets up them now."

She makes a brief demonstrate, casting a cantrip. A few bobbing lights appear around her, and as they do the twinkling of her scales that is usually down her arm, extends up the matching wing as well. "I had to say goodnight to Lily. I told her I was only going out for the day. She'd worry, if I didn't come back. I told her I'd longer."

"The mansion is wonderful Cesran. This one wishes you'd let her make it an ice lair. I do wonder about the books. Maybe the same place my Mask of One Thousand Tomes goes?" She tilts her head, looking at him, "your unconscious perhaps, desired them? I like magic books too, I could never read the collection you have here. It would be a struggle even to flip through them in the hours left."

Stjepan shows up, looking for the front door with glowing eyes. It's one thing to know where to go, another to know how to find it. Find it, though, he does eventually, sweaty from the hike and carrying all of his implements with him.

"She may well have the right of it," Seldan agrees, nodding. "Although I think the others would not thank you to make it an ice lair, Cryosanthia. Books formed, perhaps, from one's memories? Certainly such things are drawn upon, in such magic. The mansion is most welcome, and very much suitable, thank you, Cesran."

He looks back to the drawing behind him, a half-finished image of Discord, lying silent among the shards and crags of crystal, rendered only in pencil. There is something ominous about the drawing and its lines, something that speaks to a troubled mind on the topic.

The sound of another footfall, not belonging to one he expects to hear, causes him to explode into action, though, reaching in a flash for the hilt of Reunion and drawing it forth, leaving the sketch stuff to lie haphazardly across the scabbard. "Who goes? Show yourself?"

"It's glass. The ice is glass." Cryo explains, then leaps back as Seldan draws Reunion, her wings, all of her, spreading ready and her stance low. "Stjepan! It's Stjepan, Seldan. I found him, to replace Karelin and ... Kravar."

"She looks over at the Jotun, "I was going to show you the door as well as the way."

"He couldn't come in unless he was on the list. Cesran talked with him about the mission a few days ago."

Stjepan calls out: "It's Stjepan. I'm not the most stealthy person around." Hiding is hard -- he makes no attempt to do so. Cesran told me about this work." He grins towards Cryo, and nods. "I'm used to making my own way."

"Ah. Forgive my jitters, Stjepan." Seldan relaxes and offers a short bow of apology, the hand holding Reunion relaxing and the point drifting down to the floor as he does so. "Welcome. I was unaware that you had been called. I trust that the journey was uneventful?" He turns and smoothly slides Reunion back into its sheath, cheeks only a little colored.

The whitescale nods, relaxing and standing normally. She grins, "I had to stretch my wings." She gets a vacant look, as if she's concentrating on her clothing. Instead, she hovers up a foot, and remains there. "I'm still learning to fly. It might be harder without my boots. With levitation it's more like I'm on rails and oddly... swimming. I'm pretty clumsy when I switch them off."

She bobs her head again, "We're all on edge."

Stjepan nods, slinging his pack down to the floor looking around. "No offense taken -- this is business." He pauses at Cryo's last statement: "What happened?"

"Ahhh... ah. To me? Or so far?" She looks at Seldan and Cesran, "should I sum up? You can add anything I leave out." Her boots switch off and she drifts back down to the ground. "There was a lot."

Cesran spots Stjepan as he was briefly engulfed in the book he was reading. "Oh sorry, hey Stjepan, glad you could make it." He nods to Cryosanthia, "I'm glad you are enjoying it maybe next time we can try an ice lair, if just for looks, hopefully not for the cold." He nods, "Yes I had invited Stjepan a couple of days ago. Sit down friend we have a lot to catch you up on." He has some of the servants bring over chairs for them to all sit and some refreshments as well.

"You may sum up, if you will," Seldan agrees, leaving art and blade alike to accept the chairs and refreshments and settle down into one of them, preparing himself to listen in relative quietude. "Much happened while I was locked in that swordfight, and much might I have missed." Something in his reserve suggests a hesitation to speak.

"Okay, well," Cryo clasps her hands together, holding them low, and her wings make a similar motion, closing in. Her tail is low, curved just enough to avoid touching the floor. She gestures towards Cesran, "He found anomalies, we were coming to investigate."

"Arriving, the whole area felt wrong. In the magic of it. I don't know how sensitive you are, but to those of us who were it... was bad. There was a field of crystal growths. Resembling quartz, very pretty. I bumped one with a light spell and it fell over. An actual light spell, like a cantrip. This solid thing just started toppling from the touch."

Merek disintegrated it, and then this blackness bubbled out, and copies of our selves appeared. Like, different, how can I explain. Us but with different choices." Cryo watches Stjepan's face, looking for understanding.

Stjepan sits down carefully, really carefully. After all, that's a big frame he's lowering down. He listens, nodding slowly, eyes widening. "Crystal growths," he echoes, "like in Merkabah?" A frown. "Different choices -- that must have been truly distressing."

Cesran adds in, "Like the choices that we made led us down the worst possible paths, in short very messed up versions of ourselves, but still ourselves, so not like evil dopplegangers more like the worst results of our best intentions."

A slow nod from Seldan corroborates the others' comments, and he leans a little further back into the cushioning of the chair he'd taken. "There, but for Her grace and mercy, go I," he murmurs softly, half to himself. "These shadows ... were very like each of us, and yet twisted. I would know how they came to be, but this much is clear - the energy that created them had formed a ... cyst of sorts, in the ley line, and Griva names Asumit as being responsible."

"It was. There were versions of me that clearly had not seen Salina. Others that were older, many more horns. Others almost exactly the same, just wearing my dagger on the other side." Cryo says, then slips into an unexpected dance. A reprise of the one she did earlier in the field, "I tried to get them to dance, they didn't seem to notice me. Griva warned us not to interact with them, or touch. Merek touched one, and ... something happened to him, but he didn't explain. They faded."

"So, yes, Asumit, Cesran was speculating that Asumit might be behind this, early on. Griva was really sure after. Everything. Griva thought that a more powerful blast might unlock things. The Leyline... it was empty, there was no magic in it. That's part of why the area felt wrong. We could still cast though, so we charged up a Rod of Absorbtion and detonated it."

The whitescale spreads her hands fast. Her wings also pop wide, "Explosion. The crystals shatter. Black, lots of black nothing bubbles forth. Then another Merek appears and says something. I didn't understand."

She looks at Stjepan, "I think it was Kulthian. He told me he was part Kulthian once. Not sure how since I thought the gods erased them all, but it was something he was commanding us."

Cryo exhales sharply, grimaces, "Then... he split open and... well those variants started pouring out."

"Only one each, thank the Empress, but still it seems, our worst version."

Stjepan nods slowly, scowling. "Right. Kulthian influence is insidious and..." A pause. "An /empty/ leyline?" He hisses through his teeth.

Cesran nods and has a drink of wine and some cheese and crackers as the refreshments come out. "Thankfully not all at once, but eventually every one of us including Griva had a duplicate."

"They didn't all come out at once. We rushed Merek first, then they emerged in stages." Cryo continues with her story, waving around, her dancing lights bob and flash without really looking like anything but wisps, "These ones talked, and said... stuff."

Her tail curls around her ankles, "Things we would know. Cesran's talked about how Asumit failed and turned into a conduit that caused Unity, and might have been why all of us were in Merek. Seldan's talked about why Alexandria wasn't worth defending. Mine... was more personal. To be fair, I said a lot of hurtful things to her too. Karelin's told him there was no point fighting but fought him anyhow. It was kind of a mess."

Her nose raises, she looks over at Seldan, blinks once, glacial eyelids interrupting sapphire eyes, "Aya kept her head though it all it seemed. She punched Merek, and she told me there wasn't a real connection between him and the Dark copy, but it, he, the other, was shocked she'd hit Merek."

"I wasn't sure if they we really us, or some other force pretending to be us really well."

"I think they were us. I really do. Sad and hurt versions of ourselves. I saw... a lot of me in her."

Her voice drops low, and then she sounds perky. Incredibly cheerful, "Good thing the right one fell apart into nothing, right? You got to keep me."

"They were not within the false Merek by choice," Seldan points out, speaking up from what appears to be a place of introspection. "The faces within him screamed for release." He shakes his head slowly. "They were bound to us in some way. They knew our deepest thoughts, and fought even as we did, but mine used no spell that I had not used first. A ... shadow, perhaps. And yet..." He tails off, his eyes lowering.

Cesran nods, "Yes once my duplicate came out it did have access to all the spells that I had, so it was a constant struggle to shut down the spells he was trying to cast and still get off my own to help the rest of the party."

Cryosanthia takes a moment, reaching into her haversack and taking out a bag. She unrolls the top, holds it out, "I brought sweets. Candied crickets, like last time, with Salina. I've got boiled sweets too."

"This one was buying a bunch for Lily since I would have to stay out, and thought I haven't had any in a long time too. I should get more." She takes a wrapped object out of the bag and eats it whole, including the paper.

"I tried stabbing the other me, and it wasn't working, and after what Aya said I thought perhaps she was trying to get through, something through. So I stopped. I left myself open and she didn't attack. It seemed like she was summoning something, she cut the sky open."

"That's when Merek shot her with a disintegrate or something. There were a lot of disintegrates flying around." She holds the bag of candy out towards Seldan, shaking it, the edges of her mouth curling yet her eyes so cold. She's over a hundred years old and even with a playfulness, it's showing. "They're good."

She takes another, crunching it, "When he shot her, I realized I couldn't watch her die, or see any of you kill her and I don't know..."

Crunch, crunch, "it's not like I'm much of a threat, so I figured what was the worst that could happen, and I embraced her."

Stjepan nods slowly, arms folding. "It sounds complicated. Designed to cause confusion."

Seldan looks up at the sound of the bag shaking, and shakes his head quickly in refusal, instead taking a cup of tea for himself. "I did not see Kravar's fate." _I was busy tryingh to keep an evil sword out of my guts,_ his tone says.

GAME: Cesran casts Major Image. Caster Level: 20 DC: 25
GAME: Cesran rolls perform/music: (7): 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls Perform/Percussion: (10)+21: 31

Cesran has been using major image to help augment Cryosanthia's story telling this whole time so that Stjepan can see what they saw and how the battle went down.

No amazing dramatic soundtrack though. At least not until Cryo adds a little tailthumping and finger-snaps.

Cryo pulls her hand in, holding the bag of sweet-bugs close to her chest. Her voice is sombre, her snout dipped. Her wings remain pulled in, and her tail coiled about her ankles, "He flew at Titan-Cesran, and struck him hard. This turned him to stone. The fall shattered him."

"Karelin... barely managed to beat himself down." She shakes her head, "they were tremendous blows, like those sounds yes, even louder. Aya was devastating with her punches."

She raises her head, "This one was very emotionally charged. When Merek shot her, it was a huge shock, and another stabbing pain I didn't really notice. I guess that was when my wings came the rest of the way in."

"Seeing myself shot. A dark, failed, version of myself that was so sad." Cryo stares at nothing in particular, avoiding everyone's eyes, sounding surprisingly chipper as she says, "I chase a lot of people off. I guess she was better at it and lost the rest."

Another candy is popped into her mouth. Crunch. "They were doing what we did, and I think they were us. Titan-Cesran turned after Cesran became the most beautiful Brass Dragon I've ever seen. They even picked similar targets we did."

"I asked Aya to join me, and both of them did, and that's when I was sure our best strategy was to try and deal with them like they were really us."

"I can't explain Discord."

"I can." Seldan's tone is impassive, almost flat. "Discord is what Reunion would have become, were its souls bound to the blade against their will. Fallia, Kanian, and the others are there because they choose to be, and did they wish it, I could not make them stay, even did I wish to. It is, in effect, a soul prison, but one that seeks control of its master."

Abruptly, he stands. "If you will pardon me." He takes himself out of the room swiftly, leaving the art and the blade in the way of one intending to return.

Monday, June 28, 2021 2:42 PM

"Ok." Cryo watches Seldan leave, reaching into her bag of candies and taking one out. She looks at it and puts it back, rolls up the top of the bag and slips it into her haversack, "I didn't know they could leave. That changes as few things."

She looks at the hovering images of the battle, duplicates rendered at a smaller scale and eye level. She glances at herselves, her head flicking to concentrate on the others.

"I think Titan-Cesran and Kravar were here... when Kravar struck him and broke apart."

She looks over at Stjepan to see if he's following, then continues, "Griva recovered from seeing herself, and she charged up the Rod with a whole lot of diamonds and magic, and then there was a pulse, and that seemed to break things... the connections, a little."

Cryo looks at Cesran for confirmation, "The others seemed a bit more normal, and helpful, that's when they said most of the useful things."

Cesran continues to show the rest of the battle including when Kravar was turned to stone mid flight and then shattered against the ground. He shows what Griva did and what happened to their duplicates after. "Yes they all had what seemed like parting advice for each of us, hopefully it's something that was can use to avoid their fate."

"I don't understand what Other-me said. I thought I already saved her from the house. We got her out, Baz took her back to her village." Cryo says, leaning back in an odd way, as if she was slumped but her wings had other ideas and she isn't fighting the balance change to her posture.

"So it wasn't from the house, or it wasn't the same her. And I thought 'the stars are down' was a poetic way of saying she was unhappy, but maybe she meant they're all gone. That seems... unlikely. Unless ... reality unraveled until there was only a pocket plane with no stars? Magic isn't that important, is it? There are other forces besides magic, aren't there? Things don't fall because of magic, but they might not-fall because of magic, right?"

Presently, Seldan returns to the room, and while he still appears meditative and reserved, something troubled in the ice-blue eyes, he seems to have regained a measure of equanimity. "Fall?" he asks, having entered on the very last sentence.

Cesran nods, "I'll have to review what each of our duplicates said to see if they make any sense together. I'm fairly sure that mine was talking about the holes in magic which we are investigating either. I will of course be more cautious now. I'm not sure about the stars, I've studied them a bit and any connection to magic, but none that I was able to find in the brief time that I studied them. Still the stars going out is never a good sign."

"This one was asking if things fall without magic." Cryo nods to Seldan as he returns, "The world existed after the sundering without much magic."

She sighs, "I don't know. I don't what to take literally, what to take metaphorically. Like all of us, trapped in Merek. Does he do something that causes that? He's not shown the most... the other one looked like I'd imagine him further down the path he's on."

"I'm extra disturbed Discord stayed around. And..." The whitescale glances at Seldan, and trails off.

"I wish to speak with Serene on the matter of Discord." Seldan picks his way across the room to resume his former chair, pushing that stray lock of hair from his eyes. "I believe that with magical protections, I may safely handle Discord, and I, too, wonder why it, specifically, stayed. I would rule out it being, or containing, a Shard." His eyes lower. "Certainly it is without question a thing of evil, and while the Shard itself may not be, it is doubtless turned to evil ends. I fear that it is a soul prison of sorts."

Cesran lets the illusion go for the moment changing it into a floral arrangement, but still keeping concentration on the spell just incase he needs to cast it again. "If anyone else but you or Serene had wanted to pick up the sword I would have objected strenuously to it. If you need help with those magical protects let me know." He nods to Cryosanthia, "It would have been metaphorical, I really wish we could have spoke with our duplicates rather than fight them, but it doesn't seem there was a choice."

Cryosanthia looks around, her tail twitching back and forth. Her wings are all over the place, flexing and closing. The rest of her is very composed, still, controlled. All the bits she can easily see, her in her blindspots is extra fidgety. "Merchant Princes didn't have much in the line of stools or benches. Oh, is that what those are for."

She snags a pillow and pulls it over, then kneels, then sits on it. Her hands are placed on her knees. Her tail goes still and her wings almost do. "I wanted to talk more. I had to stop fighting first and she didn't seem like she was telling me useful things until after Griva broke the... influence."

Cryo looks over and up at Seldan, then down at the floor. "I thought whatever was going on now, was just us, that you could trust your ancestors in your opposite's blade. Now I'm even more confused. All of your past was corrupted as well, from that one moment when the cyst first popped?"

Seldan's hair flies with a swift shake of his head as he, too, settles in, wrapping arms around his knees and pulling them in. "Nay. I cannot say if they are even the same souls, and I hesitate to risk Reunion so, to determine whether that is the case. This much do I know for certain - that Discord reeks of evil, that it has a constant murmur of souls within, and that those souls may well be there against their will. That the shadow addressed Discord directly speaks to the idea that souls reside within." A shudder ripplies through him. "That it remained when the shadow faded is troublesome, but ..."

He lowers his eyes and looks away. "I do not wish to acknowledge that shadow," he admits quietly. "It is as I might have been, had I succumbed to despair and turned."

Cesran hmms, "Perhaps Discord is more a prison and the reason those souls are in there is because they are the souls of those who have done evil. Perhaps so much evil that they've corrupted the prison into a thing of evil. They can't get out except if the prison is broken. What better way to trick those who fight on the side of what's good and right. If they break this evil prison thinking that they are freeing innocent souls when in fact they are letting evil souls free to wreck more havok." He hmms, "If you like I can have the servants fetch you something that would be more comfortable for you." He offers. "I too wanted to talk, but it seems that my alternate self didn't wish to engage in an intellectual dialog."

Cryosanthia grins at Cesran, a wide opened mouth one with lots off teeth, and unfortunately when she's at a lower angle looking up her maw is all on display. "This one had high hopes your other would turn into a Blue Dragon. That would have been a fight that made up for the lack of talking."

Her tailtip even wags behind her, like a dog's. Then it goes still. She closes her mouth and looks over at Seldan, leans forward enough to place a palm on the floor, moving a little closer.

The snow Sith's voice is soft, gentle. "Seldan. I think you have to. You turn away from things you don't want to hear. I think... I know what would have turned me into her. I can see the path. I think... if it is a prison, would an alternate you have been the jailor? Would you have put them there? Would you put me? What misfortune could drive you to that?"

"When he appeared, he spoke of the wasted efforts on Alexandria's behalf. Is... Alexandria put a geas on Merek. I know he dug his own hole, but... all these pieces of a puzzle and I can't tell if it's one big puzzle or five little puzzles, or maybe themed puzzles."

Cryo shakes her head, "Sorry, this one is rambling. Her point is perhaps you need to look harder. There might be a good reason those souls are in the blade, or a bad one, and... just because they're evil, doesn't mean they don't know things... that are coming to test you."

Seldan's eyes close, and he does not look up at the sith. The lines of shoulders and arms bespeak tension, anger, hurt, firmly locked down, but he is silent for the space of several seconds before answering. "I have little use for Alexandria and its rulers," he admits finally, very quietly. "I know Mistress Valethor to be innocent, but the city wished to pacify the noble families, and the Knight-Captain has a personal vendetta against her, and has for some time. Justice in Alexandria is little more than a bad jest, and its people care more for appearances than for what lies beneath. My voice is worth little, for all that I am told otherwise, and ignored when convenient. Too many have suffered for selfishness, short-sightedness, and incompetence. I stay yet, that I might aid the innocent who would otherwise be crushed beneath the boot-heel of the powerful, or the foolish, for their convenience."

He stops there, but his tone suggests that there is more to be said, more that he seems unwilling to say. "I know of what he spoke, most clearly, and yet was it an attempt to twist my mind, to turn me from my path. Naught more than that."

Cesran nods and smiles, "I too when I was in the form of a brass dragon was hoping that he'd change into a blue dragon for a proper fight, but unfortunately it was not to be." He listens as he has been out of the city for some years and has not kept up with local politics. Now that I am back once we are done with the Asumit foolishness, perhaps I can help and we can set Alexandria right." He looks down at his book, "If you'll excuse me there are some other books I wish to cross reference. If you need anything please just ask and one of the servants will be able to help you." He says as he picks up the book and stands up to head back upstairs the way he came.

Cryosanthia listens, sapphire eyes fixed Seldan, her ear fins spread, her crest down. She's silent, nodding slowly to the revelation. "This one has lost much altruism for strangers. It's why I do the odd jobs for the regular folk, to remind me. I can't befriend the whole city and I find... I only care about my People, my Friends, and My Kin. I can't save everyone and I'm not even sure I can save that small set."

She exhales, "which is why being told to save 'her' taunts me."

She faces Seldan directly again, blinking, her long face expressionless, "Discord is the only thing left from that encounter we might be able to talk to, that might have answers we couldn't get from our alternate selves."

"And you, perhaps with Serene and Cesran's help, but you are the only one that could get them." She exhales slowly, "You have to decide if it's worth what it will take."

<OOC> Cesran says, "Okay I got something. Storyteller's dust"
<OOC> Cesran says, "So based on Storyteller's Dust, I think I can change the image of major image to tell a story"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "oh nice!"<OOC> Cesran says, "So got confirmation from Derecho, you can use silent/minor/major to animate the story, if you are telling the story it's difficult but not impossible, it's easier if someone else tells the story and the caster animates."
<OOC> Stjepan says, "I always figured silent image was Powerpoint without animations :)"
<OOC> Cryosanthia has performs for days, "If you want to pose animating the story though, that would help."
<OOC> Cesran says, "Yah I still don't have the spell, but useful for next time"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "ie: I kind of assume Cryo can work her illusion casting into the story like breathing is worked into woodwinds"
<OOC> Cesran says, "Oh wait."