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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fieari" data-source="post: 1435872" data-attributes="member: 16221">(OOC: Due to the fact that I'm allowing you to scry concepts as well as specific people or places ("Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"), I'm ruling that if you try to scry something that doesn't exist, you fail the scry exactly the same way you would if you were scrying someone that made a successful saving throw.  As such, you should know that it is POSSIBLE that there is no army in your territory.  It's equally possible that there is, however.)The wizard you saw was, to put it mildly, terrifying in presence.  Utterly overwhelming.  He saw you, knew what you were, who you were, and he had nothing but the utmost self confidence.  In his eye you could see your own doom, the assurance of it.  He smiled.The scry lasted fifteen minutes.His room contained many, many books.  On hundreds of subjects, some concerning the arcane, but many more on poetry, an extensive section of fiction, histories, religion, animal husbandry, treatises on logic and reason, on mathematics, on love and philosophy... there were even cookbooks.  A longbow rests in a corner of the room.  Spell components were scattered here and there.  There were thaumeters and those complicated glass contraptions you see in mad scientist labs filled with bubbling liquid.  It was a magical labratory of sorts.  Interestingly enough, you saw no magical items or artifacts.  Perhaps they'd been moved out of the room.</blockquote>

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