Looking on anxiously as Alura begins to cast some sort of spell at the Well lock, Cyria rather abruptly finds herself with Actil pressed up against her chest as what little remains of his strength fades and he slumps back into her.  Thygor's rather insistent introduction has the dual effect of finally snapping Actil out of his reverie as well as all but forcing him into Cyria's arms.  Holding him as upright as she can, the fact that even with her slight frame she is able to more or less pick him up speaks volumes of his extremely deteriorated condition.  Starting to reply to Thygor, the sudden snap of the lock opening pulls her attention back, just in time to realize that Actil had actually been attempting to hold the lock<span style="font-style: italic">shut</span>.<br/><br/>What follows next both exhilarates, horrifies, and confuses her.  Although her personal affinity is for arcane magic, the sheer tide of intermixed energy almost knocks her senseless.  As it is, it takes her more than a few seconds to recover enough to see.  When her vision finally clears, what she sees makes her practically wrap herself protectively around Actil.  While she is not entirely unaccustomed to battle from her experiences with the Iron Boars, what she is faced with is far beyond anything she has even heard of, much less seen.  The flashes of massive spells detonating in the distance especially unnerve her, as she knows just how helpless their group would be if one of those went off anywhere nearby.<br/><br/>As the battle plays out around them, Johan's sharp but reassuring commands give her a measure of comfort as she realizes that she isn't alone here.  Still cradling Actil (much as Meera is doing to Alura, she notices, minus the ear-nibbling), her eyes dart across the scene in front of them.  The fact that none of the apparent combatants are noticing their presence lends credence to what Johan says, but there's no way to truly know.  "No, nothing like this boss.  We, ah, might want to move though, else what just happened to all them could happen to us."  Pulling back, she looks around, trying to figure out just how many of their group had been pulled into this pseudo-vision by the well's release, as well as trying to think of anything that could explain what had just happened more descriptive than 'Magic did it'.<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264732">Knowledge Arcana</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">23</span>]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264733">Knowledge Planes</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span>]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/264734">Spellcraft</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">30</span>]