[pnpgm] Update #51

[John Haight]

   Something wasn't right here. Arawn wracked his brain, stretched his senses in an effort to understand what was going on. Had the group truly been snatched up and tossed into the Upper Realms? And if they had, what did this event mean on a greater, cosmic, scale.  He hoped a breaching of the Compact between the gods had not occurred, or was occurring. Or was this all a trick or some alternate reality or nightmare brought upon by botched magic. He recalled the avatar's presence and wondered if some lesson or punishment was being imposed on the group. All those thoughts and more flashed through his mind for a moment before he pushed them back with steely resolve. Right now he had more pressing matters to worry about.



   "Time," Arawn replied, his eyes briefly meeting Cizor's before moving to scan the room. "Time is fleeting but the measure of it guides men's actions. It brings the dawn after night. And it's kept in capsules for future generations to gaze upon but can never be controlled."


   He knew the sanctity of the riddle-contest, binding even gods within its rules, and hoped such would influence the result of this mad meeting. If his answer was right.


OOC: Arawn will scan the area with Mana Sense and Mana Read in an effort to determine if this entire scene is an illusion or product of magic.
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