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A long period of silence occurs following the last message sent out by Talguth, only receiving a small handful of visitors from its last declaration. But now, a fresh wind blows through the continent once more, carrying yet another telepathically projected message from Unreality. This particular psionic correspondence seems to selectively target those Magi who carry a positively attuned charge of Holy mana in their circuits, travelling westward to touch upon the minds of those select few until it dissipates away once beyond the borders of Meranthe.
Quote:An artifact has recently been brought into my own possession containing a great boon of Holy energy. I invite those who desire to enhance their own reserves of this positive mana to travel to my Realm and drink their fill. All I ask in return is a single memory plucked from your mind, a past trauma, a lingering regret, or simply the occurrences of a single bad day. Inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but of value to myself.
Do so, and you may drain as much as you are able from the artifact. But keep in mind, the reserves are not infinite; my own measure of its remaining stores lead to the conclusion that only four individuals may draw from it before it is dry.
As always, those who travel here under my name shall leave unharmed.
This message is accompanied just as the first by an imprint of directions towards the Realm in Unreality, inviting those interested to partake under the metaphysically-imbued promise of safety. Perhaps this would offer a measure of growth for those Holy magi who otherwise lack a way forward in the advancement of their magics, although one must first march into the Shadowlands to begin this particular transaction with the unknown.
[Location is 928, 481. Feel free to just pop in while I'm online or message me, valterak, on Discord to set up a scene.]