[ entitled? a little, perhaps. but mostly it's that one does not spend a week with a group of people in an awful cave trying not to get eaten by a horde of horrible rat-sloths without coming away from the experience knowing what everyone's made of. if he had any doubts whatsoever about richard's character, he wouldn't be doing what he's doing now.
he clears his throat. ] Now then-- as I've already been to the destination, opening another portal there should be a rather simple task. Normally I'd have another Eliatrope or dragon act as a secondary conduit, but...
[ but that won't be important, eh? qilby's a portal-opening badass, just watch!
the cube begins to glow a bright blue. closing his eyes, he slides his hand away, but the cube doesn't follow -- it spins lazily in the air on an invisible axis, floating there under its own power inches away from his gently-cupped palm. the air feels charged like a brewing storm, but qilby seems as calm and unaffected as ever, even as the first angry sparks try to escape through his fingers. just when it feels that something's going to give-- a pinpoint of light appears between them, quickly expanding...
there's a gateway before richard now, blue like the energy still crackling in qilby's palm. there's no way to tell where it leads. ]
action.
[ entitled? a little, perhaps. but mostly it's that one does not spend a week with a group of people in an awful cave trying not to get eaten by a horde of horrible rat-sloths without coming away from the experience knowing what everyone's made of. if he had any doubts whatsoever about richard's character, he wouldn't be doing what he's doing now.
he clears his throat. ] Now then-- as I've already been to the destination, opening another portal there should be a rather simple task. Normally I'd have another Eliatrope or dragon act as a secondary conduit, but...
[ but that won't be important, eh? qilby's a portal-opening badass, just watch!
the cube begins to glow a bright blue. closing his eyes, he slides his hand away, but the cube doesn't follow -- it spins lazily in the air on an invisible axis, floating there under its own power inches away from his gently-cupped palm. the air feels charged like a brewing storm, but qilby seems as calm and unaffected as ever, even as the first angry sparks try to escape through his fingers. just when it feels that something's going to give-- a pinpoint of light appears between them, quickly expanding...
there's a gateway before richard now, blue like the energy still crackling in qilby's palm. there's no way to tell where it leads. ]