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*Snow smiles up at Ces and enjoys the warmth of the sun on her cold face* Good morning, Ces. You can feel it, too? It goes away outside the valley. I'm surprised Fenris couldn't feel it. We've been outside the valley, taking care of something we thought we'd dug up by mistake. Now, I'm not so certain. There's a bad scent in the air... *Snow feels Ces observing her as she speaks, and tries to follow the little sounds of Ces moving* I'm not injured, just...blind. *grimaces and blushes a bit* I kind of overused my powers...this is the price for that. But the thing Fenris and I found is gone. Torn apart by the tides and purified by the ocean water.
*Snow looks grimly up at Ces* There are more. He...IT was the weakest of them. The longer I'm free of their influence, the more I can sense it. Finding this helped, too. *caresses the glaive staff with one hand* I can see more clearly than I ever have...my senses feel more.
*The shadowy blade of the glaive looks as though someone took a slice of the starry night sky and formed it into a weapon. The carvings on the hard, age-darkened staff seem to swirl and change, creating pictures and ideas it is best not to dwell upon. A sense of distant chill and subtle danger warns the curious away. It is a weapon best suited to those who see with the eyes of the spirit--not the eyes of the world. The Shadow Glaive is a weapon with the ability to unmake. To bring silence. To call the forces of spirit, mind and person away from the body, leaving an empty shell behind.*


((Muy awesome sword details! Sounds like we've got a darn tootin' sweet pair of weapons!))

Okay, let me summarize for a minute. The evil is centered on this valley, and the weakest of 'them' (meaning there are more... but how many more?) caused the over-extension of your abilities enough so that you have lost your eyesight. However, the staff you hold causes the extension of your other senses enough so that your sight is no longer limited to visual means. Interesting. Very interesting.
*a chill runs through Ces's body and she looks to the eastern sky, where dark clouds are forming that creep along the sky and begin to block out the sunshine that had been warming the valley. She, too, smells the bad scent in the air and knows that it will only get worse.*
When you were beyond the valley and looked back upon it, was there a way of knowing where the evil was centered? Is there someplace you believe we should start looking into this situation?

((totally schweet. weapons and abilities. twisted guess we should figure out more about what we're up against now.))

(( So where is the RP at? I've got a couple of hours to play with ^ ^ ))

*nods* When I first found this valley, I could tell that it was old, but had not been inhabited for a while. It would not surprise me if it were once very significant to the Old Ones. Though, when I was younger, I could not sense the power that circulated here. Part of me wishes that I could not now. It does make sense that many artifacts would be buried among the ruins.
You're right, Snow. That storm is not natural.
*Ces steps out of her den, stretching and shaking off old aches.*

Weather magic is tricky. I could take the water away, but then it'd be all wind. Without the water to weigh it down, the wind would tear this valley apart. *Snow gnaws on her lower lip, thinking hard* A little rain will be good for us...so maybe we can just go to the source of the storm?

((I'm considering going back to my witchy ways and just having empathy, the wolves, the sheilds, a talent for water and a lot of spells.))