Quoth the Raven

Spectral Recovery

The mystic fugue passed before them, closing in on their spectral forms with wispy fingers of entropic energy. The madness surrounds them, a myriad cacophany of screams, bellows, insane laughs, and other raucous sounds that leaden the senses.

"We can't stay here long, Mandolus. I'm not sure I can take it." Nikola imparted to his partner, his mind wavering under the constant deluge of maddening inconsistancies. "Nothing makes sense here."

"We made it this far, Nikola, we can't fail now." Mandolus returns, unable to hide the waver in his answer. Gliding onward, driven by the power of the spell of their casting, the spectral Tabernacle entities are drawn.

The mists part below (at least they believe it is below, but in this hellish Chaos, it might as well be above or beside them) revealing their long lost quarry, catatonic, unmoving, stayed and rooted to spot. Drooping wings cover a besotted head, bedraggled, broken.

"Mandolus, look at him. This place has already corrupted him." Nikola intones, shuddering at the sight of the Oracle. They alight nearby, drawing near cautiously. "Is he... alive?" Nikola asks.

A wing shudders, causing them to fall away, taken aback, frightened. "Apparantly so." Mandolus answers falling close in to the frozen form. "We have to get him out of here."

Floating upon each side of the fallen god, they take each others hands, forming a circle about the shrouded form. Their prayers reach through the ether, through the gate, beseeching the awareness of their Mistress, begging for a miracle, for the power to do the unthinkable. The power to bind an immortal.

The mystical energies flow into them, the blessed and beloved of the Tabernacle, allowing them to shape the flows of the arcana. Navarre shudders under the magical barrage, but remains unmoved. His form shimmers, reshaping, remolding. As the energy dissipates, a spectral raven, sits between them, its blank eyes ignoring them. The white bird remains aloof, unseeing, uncaring, even as Nikola gently takes hold of the animal.

"Lets get out of here now!" Mandolus says wearily. "Already this place is dragging on my senses. I don't know how he even lived through it this long."

They swoop away, ghosts through the entropic landscape, flying toward an unseen gate. A gate leading back to the realms of darkness. Back home.