Aion Teleos Network

[There comes a faint hesitance and nervousness as a prelude to the voice that follows]

Has anyone discovered.. changes to themselves since coming here?

[A beat of held breath, considers leaving it at that, then gives in on a sigh]

There are leaves—like ivy—around my shard. Somehow, they seem to have grown from my skin.

[That's pretty weird and not-normal, right?]

[Estinien still isn't sure how he feels about this method of communication, but now that it seems like something may be on the horizon, he'll sacrifice his mental well-being to get it done. He pushes inexpertly into the psychic realm, reaching out to all of those touched by the Pleroma.

It comes through roughly like his voice, but with a persistent sense of wary anticipation tinging it.]

Hail. This is Estinien Wyrmblood... with any luck, I have been able to reach you.

My dreams have been plagued by queer echoes of the selfsame vision we all had upon our arrival. It feels as if the shrines are once again stirring, and that more lost souls have fallen within their hold. If so, we can be sure that the Regent and their new thralls will one more move to claim the victims as prisoners.

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