>>6117126Well then that -does- change things. And to the point of it, that long patrol from way back when turns out to pay dividends now.
Apologies - sometimes all this metaphysical paperwork gets lost. All is well! Commands sass is ENTIRELY unwarranted!
( Though on the face of it, it should be said that "adjacency" dependent traits don't always apply in narrative moments, simply because they can be a little hard to mechanically leverage. Presumably in narrative moments, movement is freer, so someone is adjacent or could be adjacent at all times. It makes it a costless enhancement to everybody, so it's a perhaps a little overtuned )
(( But this being a crisis situation and the pair of you working so close together, we'll let slide in ))
((( Not that you need it. Did some of all that lingering luck leech into you? Prize for the 100 meter theurge sprint-dash, right there )))
(((( We'll have to be a little careful about this in the future. Though bringing along friends is a helpful thing, so perhaps it is simply being clever? The world is trying to kill you all an awful lot. Might be good to even it out. ))))
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>>6116923>>6116895>>6117118Caedo and Phridon look up at the rumbling edifice. Glance at the shimmering wrack crystals. Hear the faint UFH OUCH UFH OOMPHFH OUCH of Icarus, fall-stumbling down a collapsing ramp of sand.
It seems safer to run. When the vast shadows of titanic architecture starts moving it is time to go. But. All that brickwork. It'll come crashing down on the recently sprouted Wrackcrystals. The dust and the fragments would scythe around. No good end for any life here, or the fields, or the *people*. The villagers don't deserve the horror.
A thin slice of gouged in the sand with the needlepoints of a thaumatheurgy kit forms the barier line. Phridon draws on an old design from an older book. Rebounding Line. Caedo dumps a bag of salt across the road and whispers a prayer. Theoretically - and it's always theoretical - the wracking energies release here will hit, shunt into the ward itself and any excess rebounded upwards. Away. Skywards is no mans kingdom.
The road could be saved and the fields used again, later, by villagers not poisoned. And if shattered crystal dust doesn't spread through the area, marching out of here (or encamping) will be easier and less deadly.
The first brick shifts out of the ancient fort. Falls like an executioner's sword. Thumps into the sand. Caedo keeps focus. There. Time to run? Time to run.
Iconotheurgic Animists get a lot of conditioning. Sometimes, when you've tried wards and the Work and the Arts high and Low, and none avail you, you end up relying on your legs. Caedo inches on ahead - marginally but Phridon catches him in the curve of the road and the pair is neck for neck!
Which is when they spot Icarus, coming to a sliding, stumbling halt and deposited on the road in a loose pile of rocks and sand.
>...! 