Merry Christmas, All. Sorry for the delay.
*clatter of dice* Lysander and Darian have each pondered the vision, but there is so little to go on other than the cerulean sea and the strange statement. Their knowledge of psionic, arcane, and mundane matters do not provide any clues.
The attending priest begins his prayer. Ten minutes later he looks up, his eyes as bright as the risen sun. "ASK YOUR QUESTIONS," he states in a high, rich voice.
'Was the intent of whatever or whoever contacted us a deception of any sort, or was it in earnest?'
EARNEST
'Was it an intelligent being?'
NO
'Does the crystal sea and the fact that it contacted Verra, as a psion, signify that it involves psionics rather than magic?'
YES
'Were there other persons who received the message?'
YES
'Would it bring overall harm or good to seek it out?'
GOOD
'What is the most expedient way of seeking it out?'
THE COLORLESS LODGE KNOWS MUCH
Lysander recognizes the name Colorless Lodge. They are an order of psions who share mental abilities with one another. Their headquarters is in the country of Tyug, more than five hundred miles to the south.
Six questions have been asked. Three remain.