Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170115015652/@comment-27922119-20170201204508

Vorsoryon gripped his staff as the familiar madness of being so close to the Heart seduced him. The meditation he had proceeded with earlier, to have both his mundane heart and the Heart he could almost hear beat in unison, had done nothing to relieve him of his frustration at the godhood that eluded him. The war in his mind grew harder and harder to quench each time he visited the Mountain, but this time he had a purpose. He was aware of the declining enchantment on his staff, which suspended him in the air, and so he cast the experimental spell in his left hand.

Vorsoryon found himself looking up at the pinnacle of New Telvannis almost instantaneously, and observed the moons rest itself upon the huge towers of his capital, which overlooked the ruins of Vivec.

No doubt Ranruin would be shrieking about omens more fervently today, as he would be outside to witness this.

Vorsoryon planned to retreat to his chambers after informing his court wizard of his success. He wanted to rest as long as possible until the inevitable descent of Lorkhan’s corpse marked a new day.