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We are choosing to locate the Spiders' den. PA'AVU takes a moment to study the cliff face, planning her climb. Sharing her proposed route with her companions while she retrieves her climbing tools from her pack, giving the spare tools to her Gosb'tar, she quietly growls, "I'll give a signal...

In the brief silence that follows the tiefling's taunting suggestion, PA'AVU kneels on the sand and places one of her great hands on the desert floor, the better to "hear" the movement of beasts and their ilk. So intent is she on discerning sounds of creatures far away that the Goliath barely...

At the tiefling's words, PA'AVU's encouraging smile morphs into a menacing snarl and her eyes narrow with fierce intent. An infrasonic growl begins to grow deep within her throat, causing the hair on the neck of anyone nearby to stand on end. Almost before Bita-Bahlin's hand begins to reach...

After exiting the stifling air of the building, ARUNNY stands still for a moment, breathing with relief the cool night air and sensing power in that moonlight. Then, her attention is caught by movement in the gathering crowd and the murmured words of the scrivener standing at her shoulder, words...

ARUNNY stands for a shocked moment, seeing double: the contorted bodies of young girls and the future sphere being imposed upon them now. The purple waves of the undulating floor turn into discordant music in her ears as she stands there watching, obviously hoping to confuse her thoughts...

ARUNNY gently brushes the fingers of her left hand along the panels of the tapestry in her hands, contemplating the message she can see there while attempting to discern its meaning. Her skin crawls a bit when it comes in contact with the pieces reddish purple cloth: she has a visceral sense...

As ARUNNY looks around the room, curiosity peaked by the items left behind, consternation caused by the purple light and the rather doubtful altar to a rather doubtful primordial, Ibhea briefly picks up a dusty piece of fabric, glancing cavalierly at what he declares is a crudely sewn prayer...

ARUNNY stares listlessly down at the ground where the posts are and where the bridge apparently once was as she listens to Qamra's words. Omthala's Searing Voice is tired, and her head aches, and her soul feels weary, made heavier by the curse of the long-dead Justicar. She simply wants to be...

Through the ache in her head and the chagrin at making such an untimely noise, ARUNNY is still - somehow - able to perceive the earth's movement beneath Xin Mae and anticipate his imminent danger. Now she must remember what kind of threat this might be and how best to help him. In her haste to...

ARUNNY watches the fleet dance of the Blessed through the air of the shadowy cavern, in aid of the Scrivener, and she is astonished at what she witnesses. The molecules through which Qamra flies fall away, swept along by a tide of whispers, these motes of dust reflecting light from the Radiant...

The wavering lamplight catches the attention of all. Time is still in flux as the priests turn as if in molasses to see how they can help the hapless scrivener. Then, as on an earlier, happier day (could it have only been a few days ago?), time speeds back up. Almost before the words are out of...

ARUNNY quickly perceives the danger and attempts to shield herself and the others from it. However, when she meet the eyes of the materializing Justicar, there is both recognition and satisfaction in their gleam. He stares at her for what seems a long moment but must truly only be a mere blink...

Beads of sweat begin to appear on ARUNNY's forehead as her hands twist this way and that, while struggling with a shadowy dagger, appearing and disappearing in her grasp. Qamra watches her mentor's face intently and is startled when Arunny's eyes suddenly flick upward to stare briefly into her...

Omthala's priests exchange a quick wide-eyed glance, each recognizing that time is of the essence in the problem at hand. Ibhea nods his head in silent agreement before begining an invocation of the religious rite of their Lady's Control of the Heavenly Spheres and Their Cycles, appealing to Her...

ARUNNY looks over the crowd casually at first, but Qamra's naïve comment about the dangerous likenesses causes Omthala's Seering Voice to focus more intently on the reactions of any listeners. She hones in particularly on the group of graveyard workers at one table, a couple of whom she...

ARUNNY watches as the scene plays out and its actors prepare to stumble ... badly, then steps forward to intervene (inwardly rolling her eyes at Ibhea's unusual ineptitude). As she moves closer, she glances at the partially unraveled scroll held by Officer Toqiroth and is able to catch a glimpse...

As Qamra's memory begins to lapse, ARUNNY carefully allows her psyche to flow into the conduit, beyond the blockage of the fading "picture," searching each cloud of foggy recollection for clarity and answers. The priestess can feel her gut clench and her skin crawl as she analyzes her...

ARUNNY's face pales as she takes in these words. The priestess reaches out her hand and - placing two fingers under the child's chin - turns Qamra back to face Arunny once more. This time it is Arunny who uses the gaze as a conduit: a conduit to Qamra's memories. Can it be? Is it even...

ARUNNY squats down in front of the young girl and takes Qamra's hands with her own, smoothing out the clenched fists. "Listen to my Voice and be calm. See through the blocks in your memory. Those were not Her priests who held you thus. Omthala never tests Her own without giving them the strength...

Continuing to channel her life's energy into the child's body, ARUNNY wraps one of her arms firmly around the girl's body, attempting to shield them both from the dreadful sight of the strange, animate vomit. The priestess quickly revises her plan as the body of her charge begins to thrash and...