This is bad. We managed to hold back the elves, barely, but I fear I’ll look back and find it was actually the calm before the real storm. Getting hit by that fireball was more painful than anything I could have ever imagined. And while it saved my life, I don’t think the orb Ishkur asked me to guard all those moons ago was doing me any favors. If I had to hazard a guess, I think it may have…absorbed? consumed? the energy of the spell. Something awoke within it, and the runes that were once dull are now glowing blue. And at least one of the elf mages seemed to know exactly what I possessed. I only wish I knew. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.
I can’t tell if it’s my just my imagination, or if the runes are glowing brighter than they were before I healed my friends. Trying to channel Ishkur’s power with the orb so close to me was difficult; I even noticed the fort’s resident mage struggling to use her magic when I was near. I’ve hidden myself away in a tower, but it’s only a matter of time before my friends come to find me. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but at the same time I can’t leave the orb unguarded. There is nowhere I would trust it to remain hidden, and no one else I can entrust it to. I’ve sent my little wisp friend back to Lillian with a plea for help, but for the moment, I’m left twisting in the wind.