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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 1560901" data-attributes="member: 5675">Whilst Aeron was dead, his mind span in strange fever-dream. This is what he remembers: ---Your mind clears for a few moments, as if from a fevered dream, and you see a weary old man toying with a pipe. He stands in a clearing in a forest, surrounded by crisped bodies and shattered bones. Small fires remain in the undergrowth. Even in your vision, you can smell the reek of ozone and burned flesh. Elminster frowns, and looks abruptly straight at you. He smiles, clearly exhausted.&quot;Mistress&quot;, he bows in your direction. &quot;Another necromancer. A Bone Lord this time. Had I been two minutes later, he would have succeeded in crossing the Pale. The damn evil clerics are the ones I can't stand. They've been pouring into the Dales for weeks now, taking advantage of the Dark Tide. I'm amazed there are still bodies to dig up.&quot;He turns, and crosses the clearing, limping heavily. In two soft strides, you stand beside him and reach out one soft hand in his direction, offering healing.Elminster looks down. &quot;Ah yes. A Pale Master and two Bone Golems. The power which the Tide has is incredible. Storm was nearly overpowered by two hastened horrid wiltings, and I teleported just in time to save her. I don't suppose you could just take the Dark Tide away?&quot; He shrugs as he stares irreverently into your face. You say nothing, but reach out and touch him on the cheek. Elminster is restored.&quot;I supposed not. I have warned the Harpers, but I just hope that your chosen are enough to deal with the cause. Blessed be to thee, Mystra.&quot;You smile, and fade from the Prime. And your connection with a goddess is broken.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 1560901, member: 5675"] Whilst Aeron was dead, his mind span in strange fever-dream. This is what he remembers: - -- Your mind clears for a few moments, as if from a fevered dream, and you see a weary old man toying with a pipe. He stands in a clearing in a forest, surrounded by crisped bodies and shattered bones. Small fires remain in the undergrowth. Even in your vision, you can smell the reek of ozone and burned flesh. Elminster frowns, and looks abruptly straight at you. He smiles, clearly exhausted. "Mistress", he bows in your direction. "Another necromancer. A Bone Lord this time. Had I been two minutes later, he would have succeeded in crossing the Pale. The damn evil clerics are the ones I can't stand. They've been pouring into the Dales for weeks now, taking advantage of the Dark Tide. I'm amazed there are still bodies to dig up." He turns, and crosses the clearing, limping heavily. In two soft strides, you stand beside him and reach out one soft hand in his direction, offering healing. Elminster looks down. "Ah yes. A Pale Master and two Bone Golems. The power which the Tide has is incredible. Storm was nearly overpowered by two hastened horrid wiltings, and I teleported just in time to save her. I don't suppose you could just take the Dark Tide away?" He shrugs as he stares irreverently into your face. You say nothing, but reach out and touch him on the cheek. Elminster is restored. "I supposed not. I have warned the Harpers, but I just hope that your chosen are enough to deal with the cause. Blessed be to thee, Mystra." You smile, and fade from the Prime. And your connection with a goddess is broken. [/QUOTE]

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