“Wait!” Vridich called to his friends, who were standing mere inches from the large pool of blood. Pointing at the pool of red with one of his long elven fingers, he said “Why don’t I look astrally first before we go diving in? If you’ll all recall we did just see a Horror dive in there…”
“However, before I gaze into the astral realm, there is something I must tell all of you first.” At this Vridich pulled back his hood so that he might meet everyone’s gaze with his piercing blue eyes. In the eerie, reddish light of the pool, all could see the tattoos that surrounded Vridich’s neck, snaking under the rest of his clothing.
Vridich pronounced, “Selenys came to me during my training, or at least her spirit came to me.” He held up both hands as his companions moved into defensive postures, suspicion plain upon all their faces. “I see your shock, the horror you must feel. Hear me out before you strike me down.” This last he aimed at Urgral, who, with a white-knuckled grip on his weapon, was moving into an aggressive stance.
Speaking quickly now, he continued, “Her physical form has been shackled, dead here for centuries, but kept alive by Vargaxes, the Horror that created this realm. She is indeed the only other Nethermancer in this hell. If it wasn’t obvious to you, this should hopefully explain my quietness around the locals. For their fear and loathing towards Nethermancers is well-earned. So, yes, I accepted her training on the condition that if it were possible to release her, we would do so. BUT, I made no promises or oaths to her for fear that she could turn such things against me, ergo us.” Vridich motioned to everyone standing in front of him.
“We don’t have the luxury of time for me to explain all, so you are going to have to trust me if we are going to have a chance of escape. Selenys is the anchor to this entire realm. I believe freeing her is our only chance at leaving this place. If you choose to go along with my plan, once freed she will perform the necessary ritual to open a gate back to the kaer. An item is needed – a Pattern Item, if you will, tied to that specific place in the physical world.”
Giving a nod towards Dremnin, he said, “I think you possess the items that can be used to take us back. You picked them up in Kaer Derinkuyu. Give them to Selenys when the time comes.”
Pulling his hood back over his head, “I will handle the Ritual of Unbinding on Selenys. Once completed, we won’t have much time to gather Thorin’s people, so be quick!”
Turning away from everyone, Vridich continued on in a quiet voice, “Should the ritual bring about my Medaron, and you all escape, I ask that you return my body to Kremekar in southwestern Barsaive for burial by the Reth’im.”
With a steeled voice, he finished, “Remember… No. Fear.” With that, Vridich walked through the group to the edge of the pool of blood, crouched, and placed both of his elven hands into the red liquid.