On the isle of Magincia...

Ivy watched through the crystal globe in her hand. For quite some time she'd been simply watching the brash elf known as Q'wellen. One hand slipped into her pocket, her fingers curling around the vial of still warm liquid there. It was his blood. The last drops of a dying elf's lifesblood. Of course, she'd saved his life, taking him from the entry way of Mord'sythe's otherwise occupied tower and stabilizing his wounds with her tainted healing magics... just enough that he could find others more suited to heal him.

With her tainted magics still pulsing through his near-immortal blood, she could view him whenever she wished. And with this vial of his blood... who knew what else. The tension in the air had become a steady stream in the past months. Anticipation of Mord'sythe's return, and the developments with the interloping lich... Ivy turned her gaze from the crystal.

Time flowed on, yet stayed the same... Perhaps the bladesinger could be of use in the near future... Lately his manners had changed. His dress... many subtle changes she'd noted. And her eyes were always drawn to the black blade he now kept with him...

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> Ivy watched through the crystal globe in her hand. For quite some time she'd been simply watching the brash elf known as Q'wellen. One hand slipped into her pocket, her fingers curling around the vial of still warm liquid there. It was his blood. The last drops of a dying elf's lifesblood. Of course, she'd saved his life, taking him from the entry way of Mord'sythe's otherwise occupied tower and stabilizing his wounds with her tainted healing magics... just enough that he could find others more suited to heal him. > With her tainted magics still pulsing through his near-immortal blood, she could view him whenever she wished. And with this vial of his blood... who knew what else. The tension in the air had become a steady stream in the past months. Anticipation of Mord'sythe's return, and the developments with the interloping lich... Ivy turned her gaze from the crystal. > Time flowed on, yet stayed the same... Perhaps the bladesinger could be of use in the near future... Lately his manners had changed. His dress... many subtle changes she'd noted. And her eyes were always drawn to the black blade he now kept with him...
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