nikolokolus
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Solon looks over his shoulder at Rhenmyr, rubs his wrists and scowls. He mumbles something under his breath (Make a difficult (half-skill) listen roll everybody) and pauses for several moments before weaving his arms in an intricate pattern and utters several short syllables of gibberish (Language roll Acadian, if anybody wants to try and suss it out).
Seconds later he stops muttering his spell and holds his arms stiff at his sides and bends down to look at the runic circle on the bridge and then lifts his eyes and peers into the fog and stares for over a minute. Finally he turns his ample girth around. Some of you are startled by his eyes that glow an eldritch yellow. "It's just as I predicted." Solon says with an air of self-satisfaction. "The way is open and . . ." He stops short and starts counting off on his fingers and mumbling to himself, "I believe the time dilation caused by Phobos' apogee gives us at least a fortnight -- insofar as time can be reckoned in the Lands Beyond the Fields We Know -- to hunt down Moledold, recover the phial and the Al-Hakim grimoire before the way will close behind us. Unfortunately for the good folk of Getae, the wards laid down by the Aes Sidhe in elder times are utterly devoid of their efficacy while the conjunction holds sway. Hopefully their ancient enemies don't sniff it out, but what a sight to behold if they do!" His expression is awestruck and wistful, but he recovers his composure after a few moments and shakes himself back to the present. "Lead on good sirs. My only recommendation is be careful of whatever viands or comestibles you encounter -- take nothing unless you must. Stories might just be stories, but you never know."
Seconds later he stops muttering his spell and holds his arms stiff at his sides and bends down to look at the runic circle on the bridge and then lifts his eyes and peers into the fog and stares for over a minute. Finally he turns his ample girth around. Some of you are startled by his eyes that glow an eldritch yellow. "It's just as I predicted." Solon says with an air of self-satisfaction. "The way is open and . . ." He stops short and starts counting off on his fingers and mumbling to himself, "I believe the time dilation caused by Phobos' apogee gives us at least a fortnight -- insofar as time can be reckoned in the Lands Beyond the Fields We Know -- to hunt down Moledold, recover the phial and the Al-Hakim grimoire before the way will close behind us. Unfortunately for the good folk of Getae, the wards laid down by the Aes Sidhe in elder times are utterly devoid of their efficacy while the conjunction holds sway. Hopefully their ancient enemies don't sniff it out, but what a sight to behold if they do!" His expression is awestruck and wistful, but he recovers his composure after a few moments and shakes himself back to the present. "Lead on good sirs. My only recommendation is be careful of whatever viands or comestibles you encounter -- take nothing unless you must. Stories might just be stories, but you never know."