Paramours of Slaanesh: Incarna - Chp 1

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[I'll let you roll two more times, with a cumulative -1 penalty. If you use willpower, lemme know.]

[1WP 1S]

Though the effort strained your mind as much as your puppet's eyes, soon you came face to face with what had eluded you. Mere inches away, a small table held a bell jar filled with swirling grey mist. A tiny shadow flited within that mist, and you recognized immediately whom it belonged to.

Grabbing the jar and holding it up to the light, I do a little shake as I inspect the jar itself. "I'll get you out in a minute, just as soon as I find out how they got you in there."

While the exact details evaded you, the sound of tiny fists against the glass - followed by a stream of muffled, terse, and no doubt profanity-filled exclamations could be heard from within the jar.

"Fine." I say, giving it another look over to make sure its safe to release my muse. "Just stop pounding while I figure this out."

The daemon's outrage quietened (if only a little), as you cast your glance around the room.

*Rollz*

Though there appeared to be no signs of immanent danger, the presence of Ulgu warned of something or someone capable of hiding a boobytrap, magical or otherwise.

[Can I use witchsight through the host?]

[You just did, remember? ]

[Spend 1 WP, then roll.]

[Nope.]

[4S]

Though it proved strenuous, you managed to peer into the Aethyr through the lens of human eyes once more. Ulgu blanketed the floor of the room in the form of scintillating grey fog. It was different, however, from other times you had encountered the Wind of Shadow, for instead of being laced with the debauched imagery of the Dark Prince, the magic here was... "tidy". Wisps of fog rose and clasped around Semee's orb-prison in the shape of ghostly hands, spidery fingers shifting in place like a mirage. They appeared attached to a tether of umbral smoke coming up from the floorboards, and upon crouching down to inspect it, you found the Wind's rune inscribed around a downward sword and a stylized closed-eye (you assumed, judging from what might have been eye lashes).

I trace a finger along the rune, touching its power, searching for its secrets of it and its creator.

[Hmm... roll Wits + Magic (3), with a +1 from previous success.]

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