No Constants
“It seems like in the past all the clues we needed were in front of us, it was just a matter of deciphering what was there.”
Ryvick
That night I dreamed of disembodied faces in the dark, screaming at me. No words, just a constant, raging howl that I couldn’t turn away from.
I woke the next morning in my web of tangled blankets and sweat-soaked sheets. I immediately checked to see how the Mountaineers were doing and learned some of those who’d helped perform the spell were suffering some adverse effects. Ricardo had a fever, OracleSage developed a splitting headache, while both Revenir and Furia came down with a rather nasty cold. It seemed that even a relatively mundane protection spell could have physical consequences. I could only hope that it all meant the Safeguard wor
