The ordinance Ryc sent out was met with enthusiastic reply. Since then, Castle Erus has filled with researchers from across the country eager and ready to learn everything they can about the enigmatic flowers.
I’d rather them study the raven.
It has to be some kind of old magic entity.
What else couldglidethrough wards as if they didn’t exist?
Why come to Ollora?
Why persistentlyseekme out?
Could it be a god?
One of the primordials perhaps?
The raven, compared to the veilflowers, is a far worthier subject of study in my humble opinion. But, in the same breath, neither the raven nor the veilflowers are as pressing as the soul crystal.Figuring out the raven will have to wait.
I’ve a soul to mend.
Mysoul, no less.
While soul fracturing is common necromantic practice, I can’t say the same forsoul mending. In fact, I know of no necromantic ritual or blood magic spell for mending a fractured mortal soul.
That doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist.
Which makes my first task finding it.
Naturally, my mind flies to the library of the hells. There are countless necromantic grimoires and blood magic tomes—they’re how I learned to become a proficient bloodmage. A wealth of information lies left and I simply need access.
Simply.
There’s nothing simple about accessing the hells now.
In fact, I’d like to avoid returning to the hells. Especially considering the upheaval it caused when I left. And I doubt Vaelyn would welcome me with warm, open arms.
No, I need a demon willing to search on my behalf.
Eve suggested Druka. And I would trust Druka enough for this. But following hours of Eve trying to reach her through their demonic channel and receiving silence, Druka isn’t an easy solution.
If I could reach Ylara…
And thus, for the last two days, I’ve thrown myself into tearing through Castle Erus’ library searching for a solution. A way to get a message to the hells. If necromancers and blood mages can commune with the dead and with demons, I should be able to do the same.
While Ryc attends to the political and social cataclysm the veilflowers have left in their wake, I conduct my own research. With Eve’s help.
Two days of searching.
Two days of nothing.
But at the very least, Ryc and I agree. Mending my soul is imperative. I cannot continue to exist with half a soul. The fact I have for as long as I have is either a miracle or Netharis’ design. And with Netharis gone, I may soon follow.
A fractured soul expends energy.
It burns out.
I’ve no reason to believe I won’t do the same.
How long it takes depends upon the strength of the soul.
