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Re: Trouble in the Deep (sturm) GMed by thetwo
Amber did the grisly work of killing the creatures, releasing blood that glowed with an unreal light and which radiated heat almost as strongly as the magma pools, at least at first. It cooled quickly, and after a time she felt comfortable lifting a section of the creatures' hides. It seemed oddly cool, at least compared to the rest of the corpse. She added her own shredded armor to her burden, and headed quickly back to the water.
The seawater and especially shifting back to her natural form seemed to do a lot for the mermaid's injuries. After an hour or two swimming lightly near the island, she felt ready to continue, however she wished to proceed. She also had studied the island more thoroughly. The creatures of the sea seemed to mostly avoid the place, though she saw one relatively normal-looking crab. Or it was normal looking until it moved sideways into one of the spots where magma vented into the water. It broke through a thin shell of rock and slipped into the liquid fire inside, apparently with neither concern nor harm. Normal creatures avoided the place.
The slightly odd thing was that the island didn't seem magical. The rock was real rock, really formed by cooling magma, at various speeds and with various compositions, but completely natural. It wasn't until she was nearly healed that Amber was able to feel a magical oddity. It wasn't a spell so much as the memory of a spell. Magic had been used here once. Or... near here. A lot of magic, to be felt years after the fact, even in a much-reduced form. Amber could hardly be surprised to realize that it seemed to have been used in the general direction of the smoking rise.
Amber did the grisly work of killing the creatures, releasing blood that glowed with an unreal light and which radiated heat almost as strongly as the magma pools, at least at first. It cooled quickly, and after a time she felt comfortable lifting a section of the creatures' hides. It seemed oddly cool, at least compared to the rest of the corpse. She added her own shredded armor to her burden, and headed quickly back to the water.
The seawater and especially shifting back to her natural form seemed to do a lot for the mermaid's injuries. After an hour or two swimming lightly near the island, she felt ready to continue, however she wished to proceed. She also had studied the island more thoroughly. The creatures of the sea seemed to mostly avoid the place, though she saw one relatively normal-looking crab. Or it was normal looking until it moved sideways into one of the spots where magma vented into the water. It broke through a thin shell of rock and slipped into the liquid fire inside, apparently with neither concern nor harm. Normal creatures avoided the place.
The slightly odd thing was that the island didn't seem magical. The rock was real rock, really formed by cooling magma, at various speeds and with various compositions, but completely natural. It wasn't until she was nearly healed that Amber was able to feel a magical oddity. It wasn't a spell so much as the memory of a spell. Magic had been used here once. Or... near here. A lot of magic, to be felt years after the fact, even in a much-reduced form. Amber could hardly be surprised to realize that it seemed to have been used in the general direction of the smoking rise.