Deep in the wilds of Novus, the magic lay in wait. Perhaps it had followed her… or perhaps there is old magic here too, twisted and forged from time itself. There is a stillness to the day that seemed to beckon her here, and there is an almost constant tug at her psyche… just like in the Rift… just like when the magic would flare and wreak havoc on their lives. So she answered the feral call, drawn toward the magic with a greedy curiosity. She knows to stay away, because she knows the magic can burn and twist your very soul… and yet she has to see it for herself.
The glade where the cursed pool lay had been visited before, petals and brambles worn flat by frequent passerbys. She smells them as she nears the golden pool, but does not see any in the immediate vicinity. Watching for a moment, the blue-black Pegasus has to wonder if the magic had eaten them whole, or if they lived to tell the tale. Either way, she wouldn’t’ be surprised… magic is a fickle thing, and one which is prone to do as it pleases with little regard for humanity. And then, she draws a steadying breath before stepping into the clearing herself to lay eyes upon the molten water.
It bubbles with a playful sort of nature, begging the viewer to come closer… and immediately Mephisto is struck by a thirst which burned like fire in her throat. It’s a trick, she tells herself, trying to fight through the fog that began to creep over her. She ignores the whispers that urge her to take a drink, that if only she sipped the golden liquid she would banish away the burn. But Mephisto knows better than to let the magic touch her lips. Instead, she simply steps toward it and sniffs at the briny surface, tipping one hoof into the water and finding it a pleasantly warm sensation.
And then she reaches into a small satchel at her side, drawing out a thin vial and collecting some magic within it… just in case it might come in handy later.
The glade where the cursed pool lay had been visited before, petals and brambles worn flat by frequent passerbys. She smells them as she nears the golden pool, but does not see any in the immediate vicinity. Watching for a moment, the blue-black Pegasus has to wonder if the magic had eaten them whole, or if they lived to tell the tale. Either way, she wouldn’t’ be surprised… magic is a fickle thing, and one which is prone to do as it pleases with little regard for humanity. And then, she draws a steadying breath before stepping into the clearing herself to lay eyes upon the molten water.
It bubbles with a playful sort of nature, begging the viewer to come closer… and immediately Mephisto is struck by a thirst which burned like fire in her throat. It’s a trick, she tells herself, trying to fight through the fog that began to creep over her. She ignores the whispers that urge her to take a drink, that if only she sipped the golden liquid she would banish away the burn. But Mephisto knows better than to let the magic touch her lips. Instead, she simply steps toward it and sniffs at the briny surface, tipping one hoof into the water and finding it a pleasantly warm sensation.
And then she reaches into a small satchel at her side, drawing out a thin vial and collecting some magic within it… just in case it might come in handy later.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@mephisto has rolled a 4! He has been awarded +100 signos point for interacting with the pool.
