Chapter 2 - Part 3 of the Cormyr Archives is here!
I took an extended break over Christmas and New Year, then I ended up crashing my car and having to deal with that. Anyway, enjoy and leave feedback!
Links to previous chapters:
Chapter 1: https://1d4chan.org/images/1/19/RedHarvest.png
Chapter 2 - Part 1: https://1d4chan.org/images/3/3d/TheCormyrArchives-Chapter2.png
Chapter 2 - Part 2: https://1d4chan.org/images/0/04/AboardTheLadySovereign.png
The link was tenuous, slightly muted. It always was when she was nervous like this.
Though her psychic talent was vastly superior to mine, it was unrefined, and it showed in the way her thoughts bled unintentionally into mine.
I saw in my mind’s eye a world besieged, labourers daubed in obscene symbols and ritual cuts, foul ceremony having extended their ability to work until they inevitably burned out. I saw glimpses of a once-proud spire city reduced to factory labour and chimney stacks. I saw the fortress across the lake painted in incandescent light.
“Stop.” I ordered, breaking off the contact.
Across the juddering compartment, Lysa rubbed her eyes before opening them.
“You must centre yourself,” I said, “Seek thoughts of solace. If you can’t keep to that during the séance you’ll lose yourself.”
She ran her tongue over her lips, staring down at her lap. We had rarely done an auto-Séance together before, and those few times had been all but overwhelming for me.
I winced as turbulence rocked the compartment, gripping my harness with both hands.