Camlen rose slowly, eyes widening as he watched the shift from goddess back to mortal in Megara’s form. He exhaled, his ancient shoulders sagging in a mixture of relief and resignation. The fierce presence of Sylaise had left him visibly shaken, her words still ringing in his ears as he adjusted to the humbling reality of her command.
For a moment, he simply stood there, seemingly lost in thought, then shook himself back to the present. He gave the group a begrudging nod, his gaze flickering between them, lingering last on Megara. His tone, though still tinged with wariness, softened as he addressed them.
Camlen extended his hand, a shimmer of magic twisting through his fingers, and the maze responded to his gesture. Vines unfurled and stone paths rearranged themselves, opening a path deeper into his sanctuary. His eyes held a glint of both resolve and frustration, as if still grappling with his reluctance to trust them.
As he led them through the maze, Camlen spoke in a low voice, as if to himself as much as to them.
Zoltan gave Megara a conspiratorial wink, mouthing, "Nice work," as he followed Camlen with measured strides. Meanwhile, Zevran strolled alongside, hands clasped behind his head as he took in the enchanted surroundings with a playful smirk.
When they reached the hidden grove within the maze, Camlen stopped and turned to face them.
With that, he stepped back, his sharp gaze watching their every move, though his expression hinted at something unexpected: a reluctant trust, fragile but present.
@Megara Neirdre
For a moment, he simply stood there, seemingly lost in thought, then shook himself back to the present. He gave the group a begrudging nod, his gaze flickering between them, lingering last on Megara. His tone, though still tinged with wariness, softened as he addressed them.
Very well. If Sylaise deems you worthy, and if she’s chosen to stay my hand, then I have no choice but to assist you. Perhaps there is more to you intruders than mere bravado.
Camlen extended his hand, a shimmer of magic twisting through his fingers, and the maze responded to his gesture. Vines unfurled and stone paths rearranged themselves, opening a path deeper into his sanctuary. His eyes held a glint of both resolve and frustration, as if still grappling with his reluctance to trust them.
Follow me. I have safeguarded supplies here in case of... emergencies. Some are enchanted, and others may not survive the journey back unscathed, but I can guide you to what you seek. And know this—*every* move you make, *every* spell you cast will be within my sight.
As he led them through the maze, Camlen spoke in a low voice, as if to himself as much as to them.
A goddess awakening in this form... it is a sign, surely. Elgar’nan’s wrath grows daily, and yet... perhaps not all gods have abandoned us.
Zoltan gave Megara a conspiratorial wink, mouthing, "Nice work," as he followed Camlen with measured strides. Meanwhile, Zevran strolled alongside, hands clasped behind his head as he took in the enchanted surroundings with a playful smirk.
When they reached the hidden grove within the maze, Camlen stopped and turned to face them.
Take what you need. But heed this: disturb anything more, and you may answer to powers even *I* cannot control.His voice softened, almost a whisper.
And remember—this sanctuary is my final refuge. Betray the mercy Sylaise has shown, and I will show you none.
With that, he stepped back, his sharp gaze watching their every move, though his expression hinted at something unexpected: a reluctant trust, fragile but present.
@Megara Neirdre
11-15-2024, 06:01 PM
