six grains of sand

[abletothink]

[Raistlin can be found outside, on the former site of the frog-and-toadstool, sitting on the grass with several vials and tools spread out around him, testing the area for residual magic or other effects. he has his castle journal with him, and another, separate book for his notes, which he is making in a careful, steady hand

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ahaha 1/3

[oftheforsaken]

[she's in the middle of stepping through a pile of clumpy lumpy fluffballs when she hears this...

and whips her head to the journal. WHAT.]

2/3

[oftheforsaken]

[well, it seems as though her whole keeping subtle plan was a complete bust, due to a few people traversing to the lumpy mall with her, coming face to face with her sister, and... yeah, getting called out.

yeah, okay, she knew this was a bad idea, but...]

Raistlin

[oftheforsaken]

[siiigh...]

My intention was to watch over someone. I was the last to-- [ugh, why is she admitting this] speak the password.

Sylvanas

[abletothink]

Ah. In that case, then, I suppose it is understandable.

... Is there any sign of being able to return? What sort of knowledge have you gathered?

[girlyboywonder]

[reporting for bothering duty! she's watching his work with a little interest from the nearest tree, and with a swing and a twist drops to the ground for a better view.]

Find anything interesting?

[abletothink]

[he's a little surprised at how nimbly she dropped down. especially since she's not an elf. usually that's their thing]

Not at the moment. Everything appears to have disappeared without a trace... even on a magical level.

[have a frown, Carrie, because that's disconcerting as hell]

[girlyboywonder]

[ugh, magic. not that you can expect anything else from a guy dressed like that, in a place like this.]

I take it that's unusual.

[abletothink]

[hey, do not knock the magic. the magic is EVERYTHING when you grew up like he did.]

Yes, very. The amount of energy required to move that many people from one plane of existence to another always leaves some sort of remnant or backlash - flattened vegetation, scorch marks, some form of debris.

[he runs a hand through the undisturbed grass, watching it curl and wither before his eyes. it's almost as if, to him, it's dying at his touch. when he speaks again, it's quietly, through a set jaw]

Nothing.

[regulare]

I didn't know saying it would make a frog eat me alive.

[abletothink]

[oh, not you, too, Alistair]

Regardless ... where, exactly, did you expect to go?

[regulare]

[ HE WAS AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER MAN ]

I didn't know it was going to go anywhere, I was heading back to the castle when I passed the frog.

[abletothink]

... I will admit that a living thing is an unorthodox way to implement a planar gateway.

[too_fairytale]

[has a sneaking suspicion that "gullible, vacuous imbeciles" doesn't only apply to... whoever these missing people are. She's just going to be making a 'hmph' noise]

[abletothink]

[good for youuuuu, Amy, you're learning! GOLD STAR. :D]

[too_fairytale]

[Amy dislikes you, Raistlin. :P]

[abletothink]

[oh good, at least someone's picking up on his creeper vibes.]

[everborrowing]

[sitting not far away, looking put out] I can't believe I missed it.

[abletothink]

Tasslehoff, they were all blind fools. [glances up] Even you would have checked for traps first.

[everborrowing]

Of course I would. But they got swallowed by a frog! I don't even know how that's possible...

[abletothink]

Some immense amount of power must have been involved, especially with that many people...

[his eyes have that hungry, dangerous gleam] If I could only discern where it CAME from...!