MysticModulus

Having learnt how the roots behave towards magic Ezeran puts on an improvised show of science and shows how the roots reacts to light magic hoping for a result that could be convincing.

"Please listen to us, we have been conducting research that suggests that Eubric is suffering from some kind of infestation, possibly from another realm or from some magic with malicious intent. Theese white roots are not natural to this ecosystem and they are just one piece of evidence that something is about to go horribly wrong." the symbiont enforces Ezerans point by pursing it's lips tight into a serious grin.

Ezeran nods and leads the group towards the gazebo.

"Should we start with going to the gazebo?"

"You are right, we need to move, where to?"

"What could the Oracles role be in all this?"

Standing up from his hole Ezeran looks worried. He motions the rest of the heroes to come to him. He leans in and talks in a low voice. "We have a severe problem on our hands, these roots seems to be an invasive species of either plant or fungi. It seems that it doesn't like light magic which could mean that it has demonic origin or that it's a product of black magic. It could be the result of malign intent, planted here to wreck havoc to our ecosystems or it could have gotten here by accident from a portal to another realm. Either way, we have problems..."

Ezeran looks up from his hole. "These roots are not ordinary roots, they are putting up some kind of resistance towards my wood magic, thus supporting my thesis that this is indeed an infestation of some kind. Let me test some other aspects of magic." The sorcerer put forward all of his gems and tried testing the roots using first his ruby then his diamond, sapphire and amethyst trying to see if the roots was more attracted to any of it.

Temporarily cleaning his hand from dirt Ezeran listens to Torald. "It is ill? Rabies afflicts not only stray dogs..."

Taking his hat off and nodding to the ladies Ezeran excuses himself and starts to extend the dig around the white roots. He uses his emerald to try and channel ether to get more information on the white roots. He was suspecting some kind of infestation.

Ezeran looks around and then stops in his tracks very suddenly as if he remembered something. He turns to Petaldan and Torald. "Remember Waldorf from all that business with the Triffid? Didn't he work here? Maybe that boquet is one of his products!" Ezeran looks around for Waldorf.

"These flowers look sustained by ether, either by some active work of someone using magic or passively as a part of a magic location."

In a vain hope that his past as a part time gardener might shed some light on the boquet Ezeran inspects it as well.

Ezeran mutters something to the symbiont trying to make it keep silent. "I haven't got a clue, Crescent hill is fine by me. Any other suggestons?"

"Sure, just don't touch it!"

Looking both worried and sceptical Ezeran pats Toralds back. "Are you sure you are okay?" Ezeran looks deep into Toralds eyes to search for any trace of demonic activity.

Ezeran nods solemnly and lifts one end of the big battle mage. "I'm glad your'e not in chainmail anymore buddy..."

"We can't just leave him here! We need to figure out how to revive him!"

With a warning forming at the tip of his tongue Ezeran is to late to save Torald. Anger and guilt building up in him he backs away a bit. "Stay away people! We must proceed carefully..."

Sorry, a ruby!

Ezeran clears his throat and puts his hands around the plant without touching it. He started reaching out with his mind, feeding his vision of the earth crumbling away with ether.

"This looks like the work of a demonic cabal or something very like it. It could mean human sacrifises, those fungi-corrupted monsters might have been their work." Inspecting the ground further he turns to the witch. "I am trained in arcane matters but I'm not sure I can help you out, what needs to be done?"

"That would be a dire danger indeed, remember the small one Petaldan? Could it be some kind of reptile?" Ezeran tries to track down some Triffid tracks.

Ezeran looks at the tracks. "Ehm, do you think that something else besides those fungi-monsters we fought made it through the portal the other way? If so there could be real trouble..." "We can probably do that..." The symbionts saliva starts dripping at regular intervals leaving charred marks on the ground. Ezeran starts following Boomingham.

"I, I don't know! I guess we should try and track down the Oracle somehow?"