"Ah, there it is," Raistlin's smile was snide, mocking. "The real question. It took a while, but you found it. This way," he gestured, and then turned to lead the way, staff once more in hand. It clicked against the floor with every step, his robes whispering. Pouches of spell components creaked from his belt. The small bones and skulls on strings dangling beside them clicked against one another.
The smell of decay came from some of those pouches. So did the rose-petals, and a variety of other scents between. Beneath it all, there was illness... and that didn't come from any pouch. If one drew close, he radiated an intense heat, as though that power was palpable.
Or rather, it was as though he burned with a fever that should have cooked him alive. The man was a furnace; the outside reflected the inside, in that one regard. How could he stand such thick robes while putting out so much heat? Who knew.
"Keep near," Raistlin said without looking back, shuffling along like an old man. He leaned heavily on his staff with each step. "There are others far less friendly than I, out there in the dark."
The crystal at the top of the Staff of Magius kept glowing that cold, harsh light. But the radius seemed like it could be swallowed by the dark at any moment.
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 10:01 am (UTC)The smell of decay came from some of those pouches. So did the rose-petals, and a variety of other scents between. Beneath it all, there was illness... and that didn't come from any pouch. If one drew close, he radiated an intense heat, as though that power was palpable.
Or rather, it was as though he burned with a fever that should have cooked him alive. The man was a furnace; the outside reflected the inside, in that one regard. How could he stand such thick robes while putting out so much heat? Who knew.
"Keep near," Raistlin said without looking back, shuffling along like an old man. He leaned heavily on his staff with each step. "There are others far less friendly than I, out there in the dark."
The crystal at the top of the Staff of Magius kept glowing that cold, harsh light. But the radius seemed like it could be swallowed by the dark at any moment.