Paramours of Slaanesh: Incarna - Chp 1

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Initial findings came in the vague symbolism of witchsight. The magician was competent, of that there was no doubt - considering their efforts at obfuscation. Yet they lacked the nuance of an elven sorceress or mage. Their magic was stale, lacking in true passion, little more than rotecraft. Judging by the markings, however, the spell's anchor was freshly made...

Giving it a closer inspection, I look for an unrefined edge, a way to unravel the spell and release my muse.

[Roll again with a +2 from previous success.]

[3S]

You notice a loose floorboard near the rune. Pushing on it, you find hidden underneath a grey pebble marked with an even darker shade of grey. If the pebble were washed with something contrary to Ulgu's nature, it might be enough to disturb the enchantment's anchor.

I stop, almost sitting to ponder. Grey magic, the south wind. The north wind must be White magic. Light. Now I need to remember its principles. Hekarti knows I never had the aptitude for that wind in the slightest. Now it makes sense considering my Master. I gently pick it up and put it on the windowsill before going back to trying to remember the White wind.

[Take a beat]

[Roll Intelligence + Occult with a +1 from previous success]

[4S]

You remember that Hysh is drawn to well lit areas, especially places exposed to sunlight. Though stable, it is ironically the subtlest of the eight Winds, and requires strength of will and ritual to control. Actions involving purity, enlightenment, and honesty draw it as well, though it could take a while to draw such a diffuse Wind and at such a late hour in the night.