For most of the Chosen, this marks their second excursion off the Prytaneum grounds and into a world of magic that none could have imagined existed. For all of them, it was a bumpy road, a brush with powers thoroughly outside of their capabilities, countered only through a strength of will and teamwork. They are given a week to recoup, this time. Time to relax and to meet each other outside of battle, time to have a party, perhaps, and to eat good meals instead of whatever rations could be scrounged up. Time to spar and hone their reflexes -- though, perhaps, none of them take advantage of this opportunity. Max doesn't judge them.
In fact, as she looks at the gathered crew, Max looks a bit tired and a bit concerned and, all around, somewhat motherly and protective. Big arms folded over her chest and hair a tousled mess of curls around her head, she looks over the assembled Chosen critically to make sure none of them are seriously injured, and is relieved to see they came out of this one better than the last.
"Thanks to you, a threat has been neutralized." It is quiet, but still loud enough to cut through any noise. "Circe, long believed dead and gone, is now safely stowed away in a place impossible to escape."
The prison they had ready for her, it turns out, is the long island off the northern coast of the Prytaneum: a place they were discouraged from trying to visit, and now it's clear why. Any who enter that place cannot leave. And hopefully, no Chosen will ever have opportunity to learn what can be found there.
"But even as she has been safely dealt with, the effects of her power linger still, in small towns around the country. We have already been sent signs of strange events that might be related to her work, and so those of you who feel prepared -- emotionally ad physically -- are encouraged to work on reducing this damage."
Those who chose to follow up on this will be given
information about some quests, which can be undertaken alone or in groups, whenever they are prepared to venture out of the Prytaneum for a few days. Not all of these are related to Circe; some might involve other problems or concern other foes...
"There is no doubt, however, that you have proven yourselves worthy of your Gods' blessing, and as such, that blessing is likely to now
grow. Because with the blessing doesn't only come the power of strength, nor protection against those who would do you harm. It also comes with
magic."
Indeed, perhaps some of the Chosen have already felt the
prickle of this new power around the edges of their senses, unsure how to define the feeling. Some are, likely, already prepared to begin practicing with their new skills, to see what they can
do.
Max draws a deep breath, rolling her shoulders slowly and giving the Chosen one last, long look, trying to decide what more to say.
"For the time being, things are quiet. Rumors have thinned, gone quiet; there is no rumbling storm on the horizon. I don't know how long this peace will last, but while it does, you should all take advantage of the quiet to rest, to recover, to learn, and to prepare."
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