Magus
The Fiendlord
Lox regarded Baros' suggestion with silent applause. He was a goodly Seer, and prolonged exposure to the Taint here grated on his constitution. The Seer wobblec loser to the rune-covered box and regarded the symbols, not knowing of them but recognizing their potency - he was no archmagus, but he knew the ways of magic well enough. His own Art was subtle, or at least, was usually subtle in practice. The fate of a cultist who had gotten to close demonstrated the finality of his Art, how something good could be forced into something brutal. It was good, yes, but it was a reflection of the Universe, not the logic of mankind.
His cards were mirrors, and sometimes mirrors showed a brutal face.
As he thought, Lox Regardie drew out the mystical deck that seemed the center of his practice, and he set them into his palm. Immedietly, he felt a bit better - the stinging reminder of the wraiths attack on his spirit fading considerably at the soft touch of those eldritch cards.
"Shall I divine our best course of action, before we decide anything rash?" Yes, it might prompt them NOT to leave this terrible place, but honestly, Lox didn't know if he could live with himself should their path turn to self-comfort and not the salvation of unfortunate souls. How many more catches of victims were still huddled around Freehaven?
Before Baros would approve or disapprove, Lox drifted his soft hand over the top cards and drew it. The deck always seemed radomized, and Lox only shuffled them when giving a divination with another - the other persons touch energized the cards and provided more accuracy and personality.
The card came face up, and it neither shocked nor dismayed the Seer. The card sparkled in its own inner power, and the Seer felt reassured. Apon the face of the card stood a magnificent sword, rising from a hand that in turn emerged from a cloud. In the background shewd a vast rolling countryside leading to dark and mighty peaks. Lox understood that the cards oftentimes mirrored actual places, and his geographical lore spoke that those mountains happened to be a range that wasn't to far from their current position - not to far as mountains went anyway - but the Seer didn't for aminute ponder finding them, for they were the Black Fang Mountains, a range filled with terrible legends and even more terrible truths. Regardie knew that those peaks were somewhere north of their present location in Freehaven.
Regardless, the message of the card was clear - this was the Ace of Swords, and it demonstrated the application of new ideas, of gaining a base of power and of planning. The arrival of this card meant that the means were there, and that they must now take this route as the best possible route.
The Seer looked up at Baros and nodded. "We should go to your chapterhouse, and when there, we should seek as much aid as we can - I can perhaps divine more of the cause of this destruction, if your people have the proper magical tools. I am proficient with the school of Divination."
Still, the appearence of the Black Fangs nagged at Lox Regardie, and he hoped beyond anything that their path would not turn towards them.
His cards were mirrors, and sometimes mirrors showed a brutal face.
As he thought, Lox Regardie drew out the mystical deck that seemed the center of his practice, and he set them into his palm. Immedietly, he felt a bit better - the stinging reminder of the wraiths attack on his spirit fading considerably at the soft touch of those eldritch cards.
"Shall I divine our best course of action, before we decide anything rash?" Yes, it might prompt them NOT to leave this terrible place, but honestly, Lox didn't know if he could live with himself should their path turn to self-comfort and not the salvation of unfortunate souls. How many more catches of victims were still huddled around Freehaven?
Before Baros would approve or disapprove, Lox drifted his soft hand over the top cards and drew it. The deck always seemed radomized, and Lox only shuffled them when giving a divination with another - the other persons touch energized the cards and provided more accuracy and personality.
The card came face up, and it neither shocked nor dismayed the Seer. The card sparkled in its own inner power, and the Seer felt reassured. Apon the face of the card stood a magnificent sword, rising from a hand that in turn emerged from a cloud. In the background shewd a vast rolling countryside leading to dark and mighty peaks. Lox understood that the cards oftentimes mirrored actual places, and his geographical lore spoke that those mountains happened to be a range that wasn't to far from their current position - not to far as mountains went anyway - but the Seer didn't for aminute ponder finding them, for they were the Black Fang Mountains, a range filled with terrible legends and even more terrible truths. Regardie knew that those peaks were somewhere north of their present location in Freehaven.
Regardless, the message of the card was clear - this was the Ace of Swords, and it demonstrated the application of new ideas, of gaining a base of power and of planning. The arrival of this card meant that the means were there, and that they must now take this route as the best possible route.
The Seer looked up at Baros and nodded. "We should go to your chapterhouse, and when there, we should seek as much aid as we can - I can perhaps divine more of the cause of this destruction, if your people have the proper magical tools. I am proficient with the school of Divination."
Still, the appearence of the Black Fangs nagged at Lox Regardie, and he hoped beyond anything that their path would not turn towards them.