video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

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un: huntsman

[dishearten]

( Koltira is not the only one that has been feeling unwell. Graham isn't really magical, but apparently a dead man without a heart in a land without magic?

well it doesn't work out so well. )

A solution would be the best option, for both us and the natives. If they're right about Nalanni, she might be the best place to start, but I have no idea how to go about doing that.

[respired]

[ Another unknown voice. Koltira hears the stress in it, and wonders just how many people are suffering the effects of this world's affliction. ]

Nor do I. I have done some exploring, but found little of note. My sense for these things feels dulled here, as well: I can feel the draining, but I cannot pinpoint the source.

[dishearten]

If they're right about Nalanni, perhaps she's the source of magic here.

( he can't say for sure whether he believes in the goddess yet or not, but he doesn't think it's impossible she could be real. )

Or she might be affected by whatever is responsible, just like everything else.

[respired]

[ It's beyond him, really. Koltira is a concrete thinker, and they have almost no solid information, no viable evidence. Instead, he just leans forward, lantern eyes focused on the stranger speaking to him. ]

I have not met you before. What is your name? Do you suffer similarly?

[dishearten]

It's Graham.

( as for whether he's affected or not, he's not exactly excited to talk about it, because it brings up questions he doesn't want to answer. still, it's likely obvious enough, the longer they go the less chance there is at hiding it. )

I don't fare well in places with limited magic, no.

[respired]

I would say 'well met', Graham, were our circumstances not so dire.

Let us hope this is merely a temporary problem.

[dishearten]

Well enough, considering.

( he shakes his head. might as well take the opportunity to meet more members of the team. )

Hopefully. It seems plenty of us are adversely affected by the lack of magic here.

[respired]

'Adversely affected' is a gentle term for the situation.

[dishearten]

It seems as if some of us are more afflicted than others.

( Koltira definitely seems like he's in the more afflicted category. )