Inside a magical basement...
Mark, on a roll like he is, decides to offer a clue to his master!
the others are likely all spread around killing mages and carnt you guys track them using the soul links or something
The Artiste looks at the note with scrutiny.
"Well, I suppose I could track them - if they were bound to me, rather than our fine friends here. But - killing mages, you say? Hm, if only... wait a minute. Justine?"
"What?"
"You're a diviner, I understand. Divine the locations of Bernie's minions."
Justine hears the master's words and replies, but, curiously enough, does not look at the Artiste at all.
"I suppose I have to, do I not?"
"Yes, you do."
She sighs.
"Very well."
Justine walks up to Bernie and violently pulls out a bit of hair from his head.
"Ow, damn it! You could have warned me, you know!"
"I could have, yes."
She then sits down in the corner and begins to concentrate, mumbling strange words under her breath.
[Justine divination roll: 1]
After several minutes of mumbling and swaying to and fro, all natural parts of divination, you see, Justine suddenly keels over and curls up in a fetal position.
"Hm. I do believe that may not have gone too well."
"Is she okay?"
"We shall see. I have seen this happen before."
Evelyn walks up to Justine and prods her with a foot. No response. She kneels down and shakes the incapacitated diviner, then firmly slaps her over the face a few times.
[Justine endurance roll: 6]
Suddenly, Justine opens her eyes and begins to scream like a banshee on fire. Evelyn slowly gets up.
"It will pass eventually."
"WHAT?"
"It does not matter."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
As the unfortunate woman on the ground screams her lungs out, the Artiste joyfully looks on.
"I do enjoy that sound. Don't you, Mark?"
He smiles as Justine just keeps on reaching new heights of dissonant wailing, the rest of the mages having plugged their ears in considerable discomfort.
"COULD SOMEONE SHUT HER UP?"
"It will pass."
And it does, though it takes a few minutes for the diviner to lose her voice, at which point the screaming is replaced by loud coughing. Eventually that subsides as well.
"Amusing as that distraction was, is she going to do anything now?"
Justine slowly gets up.
"The minions you seek are... elsewhere. Beyond the scope of my vision."
"All of them?"
"The most powerful ones. The others I did not have the opportunity to find."
"How terrible! So, how about those less powerful ones?"
"My mind is taxed. Ask again later, if you wish."
"Very well, then. Mark, go out and find one of these lesser minions. The rest of us will hold down the fort and fortify the area."
In a crystalline cave...
Tom picks up the less connected crystals and immediately pockets them.
[Perception roll: ?]
He doesn't hear anybody around. So he guesses nobody minded him doing that.
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