Hannah’s almost there. She’s about to complete her goal of piercing the mystery of the omiscan relics. This is the first she manages to assemble, yet she does so with the confidence of a trained mage.
She assembles the Base of Chaos with the Head of Zazatototl…
She’s on the right path!
And now for the refined firestone…
Success! The completed relic flies from her hands, up and above, and shines the golden light that’s become synonymous, to us, with the promise of treasure.
Eager to see the effects, she activates the relic. Sara taught her the omiscan words she had to pronounce. Expertly she repeats them.
And catches the falling relic at the end of the ritual.
Did it work?
Oh, it worked alright.
Hannah got touched with the Curse of Atrophying Needs. And I witness, helpless, she spirals into neverending discomfort. She’s starving, exhausted, stuck in a turmoil of doubt and unhappiness, and she tells me she’s never felt more alone.
This is gonna be a fun plane ride home tomorrow.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 