Wraithvine suddenly loses access to all hir powers for no discernible reason right when it would be very convenient to have them, forcing hir to lean on an alternate source of power. -- Deathshead419
[AN: Considering how Wraithvine has had millennia to multiclass... I might go with anything. This is tangentially related to Important Developments ]
Good news, bad news, good news. Good news, the children were safe and far away from whatever this was by technicality. Bad news, ze couldn't open hir tower to reassure them that everything was fine. Good news, they had the charmed cauldron to make them porridge if all the other supplies and stock ran out. Bad news, ze would inevitably be coming back to a mess.
Good news, ze had centuries of experience in dealing with horseshit like this because bad news, hir magic was inexplicably beyond hir reach.
It was out of Bibrid's too, and the Silver Dragon was not happy with his circumstances. Especially since Dragons instinctually used magic to happily dodge the laws of physics.
Wraithvine checked. Ze could not access the leyflow by any means. Not through spellwork, not via attunement, not even by charmed artifact. Hells, he couldn't even reach hir goddess through prayer. Therefore, ze was left with training and long-underused skills to see them safely through this place.
It was the opposite of a blasted moor. A lush forest with plenty of fruit in the trees, plenty of game to hunt, plenty of fish in the river. By all other metrics, it was a paradise.
Except for the complete lack of powers.
Good news, such as it was, was that their immortality and agelessness remained despite all the other magical assistance being out of their reach. Bad news, Bibrid had enough trouble clambering through the trees, so it was up to Wraithvine to secure sustenance when ze barely recognised anything in this forest.
Ze would be very glad when they were the hells out of here.
In the meantime, finding their way to the other side of this particular obstacle was the main goal. Tracking prints, looking out for signs of predators. Meditating in the protection of Bibrid's draconic limbs because very few creatures would pick a fight with a Dragon.
Every dawn, Wraithvine attempted the simplest of spellworks to test if they were free. Every evening, ze prayed to hir goddess and waited for an answer.
Nothing.
For days on end.
Ze missed hir children. Ze missed hir cat. Ze occasionally cursed the grumbling of Spytfyre, the fly-Dragon who shared Bibrid's misery in being unable to fly.
This was taking way too long.
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