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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1495951" data-attributes="member: 1210">Return to MoilThe highest circle of spells is of immense power.  The ability to bend time and space, the ability to summon monsters of horrendous power to the material plane, the ability to unleash untold devastation- anything seems possible.In a few days, when the party has found Desatysso’s renewing reward and one of them has fallen victim to it, when even wishes seem powerless against it- then it will not seem so.  But for now, as the party charges through a gate back to Moil, anything seems possible with the power at their fingertips.  Between Orbius, Horbin and the now-restored Lester, our heroes have enough magical might to crack an island, enough power to ravage a nation.  They are powerful enough that they have almost no peers.Yet, as they step into the frigid darkness of Moil, they all feel a moment of fear- some only subconsciously, but fear just the same.  They all know just how dangerous the path they are following is.  From Faericles to the Vestige, they have fought beings of singular deadliness everywhere.  Even their easy victories, such as the brine dragon, have been victories over lethal adversaries.  They dare not relax their guard for an instant.There is muttered discussion about the merits of searching through all the towers, and the party is of mixed opinion on the subject; so they elect to check a few towers for anything of interest first.  Besides, they don’t know exactly which tower the Tower of Morning is.“Why are we going to this tower again?” asks Thrush.“We don’t know,” Orbius says.  “But my spell told me that it was the next tower we needed to go to.”“Well, didn’t you say something about a Tower of Webs?” “That’s where the dark weaver is, whoever she is, with her webs of glowing emerald.”“Why don’t we go kill her?”“I bet,” Horbin says, “the Tower of Morning is where that ice-choked room with the wand we found is.”“Oh yeah!” Drelvin exclaims.  “We need to activate it or something, right?”“There was an inscription,” Orbius muses.  “’The choice of days empowers the wand, but the choice is not made from here.’”“Wasn’t there a room with a bunch of panels in it?” Horbin exclaims suddenly.“That’s right!  A bunch of different scenes, with a road or path in each- and each at a different time of day!”  Orbius nods, grinning.  “That’s probably it!  And I can probably divine which one we want.”Happy to have figured that much out, our heroes elect to explore a few of the other towers before moving back to claim the wand.  The first one they enter is a large empty shaft with a thick central support and a few platforms that hang by metal stairs in empty space.  The platforms have arches at their ends, and our heroes surmise that these arches are portals of dubious functionality.  Rather than chances a trip to somewhere mysterious and unpleasant, they stay on target and move on to another tower.  This one is even emptier- it’s only a shell around blackness.  No floors or features have survived Moil’s wrenching journey to the very edge of the Negative Energy Plane.Our heroes head towards the next tower.  As they approach, flying via mass fly spells, they find that the bridge that leads to the tower ends in an archway that opens into another hollow tower.  This time, however, a sickly green glow becomes visible as our heroes approach.  Looking in-“Webs,” Lester says, speaking up for one of the first times since his resurrection.  “Webs of glowing emerald.”  And, ever the adventurer, he grins fiercely.Next Time: Our heroes do battle with a rather large number of web-spinning creatures!</blockquote>

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