>>6125312The Magistra cranks the lever up and the cocoon falls into the bleak dark waters beneath, carrying the wail with itself. That nauseating feeling gets even fainter now. Sandora Mirari pulls away — is it just the light or does she also look quite pale?
“I asked you: how do you kill a mage? The truth is that there is no such thing as death for us,” she shakes her head. “We are just a shell, the colourful sheen of light upon a soap bubble’s surface. And we last just as long. It’s what’s inside us that’s eternal. A light, Madama Candente — a light that every other light devours.” Running a hand through her blonde locks, you see her jade eyes grow feverish. “When we die, either by the hand of a Crow, or by running out of Silt, or by some other accident, the Sarcophagus awaits our remains, forever and ever. Hence, I truly hope you will forgive me if I enjoy what little life I have left, before I join my kin.” She bows before the four of you, and then, standing up again, she adds: “I’ll need my beauty sleep, and then we can start to discuss how to make sure our rogue Asterite finds his use.”
>You spend the rest of the day discussing with Sandora how to deal with this threat. If a dead (undead?) Asterite is capable of moving such a ship, what could a Third Seat do?>You decide to focus on training and praying. You'll deal with this by yourselves, excluding Sandora for the time being. Or at least trying to...>Let's show your hand. The encounter with the Sarcophagus showed there's a reason for Sandora's quirks. You'll show her Carnaval's gift. Maybe it can help?>[Suggestion]One of the things I like the most about this quest is how it allows me to scratch all of my autistic poetic itches, and the last few updates definitely allowed me to. thank you for dare entering into my mystical realm. and for playing, I guess. 