“The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.”
– Richard Yancey
Your love is like bad resonance,
Bad resonance ain't what I need,
Drink it up like bad resonance,
There ain't no Theurge that can cure my disease.
And it'll take more than a Theurge to concoct a remedy,
I got lots of magic but that isn't what I need
Gonna take more a rote to get this poison outta me.
xxxxxWord comes down to the Granite Coast Consilium about resonance undertaking a bit of a shift a bit too close to a leyline for anyone's comfort. The area in question isn't in the city and used to be a relatively nice part of a semi-rural community. Now shades of nastiness are filtering through and a few good mages are needed to resolve the issue, tidily and cleanly. A Sleeper presence means this is not the time to bring out your pointy wizard hats and fancy wands.