Eva: The Tangled Web is… Still Tangled.
So there we were, camped out on the edge of the contested island of Orlind, surrounded by draykoni taking a nice, comfortable nap while we were tearing out our hair trying to find a way to rouse them.
What did we imagine we could do? Tren and I are both draykon enough to wield the arts we call “Sorcery” and “Summoning” with prodigious skill, but… that’s about it. We know nothing of the deeper arts the draykoni employ. There was, on that day, one single advantage to this state of ignorant incapacity; that being that we were largely impervious to whatever twist in the amasku was keeping our draykoni companions bound in slumber.
But so what? That merely left us free to run in circles around them, flapping our arms and generally getting nowhere. Nor w
