<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The barrens, in the whirlwind<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert<br/><hr/>"Oh God, they're dying..." Maggie feels utterly helpless as she loses the fae spirits one by one, each winking into darkness.  She can feel Robert fighting within the elemental, or sharing its experience some way, and she wraps one arm over his shoulders and lowers her face beside his, her red hair spilling over one of his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Just a little longer... she's almost here," Mags murmurs, trying to focus her will with his, to push back the dark from within and to hold him up.  She doesn't understand how Cern's becoming part of her works, or how to share any of that with Robert, but she tries.  "Hold on.  Just hold on."  Every glimmer fading, she focuses her own will, her own light, to find Robert's and to push back the dark beyond.<br/><br/><br/>At 2013-09-16 18:47:33, Maggie (uid: 768) rolls: 1d100 Result: 58 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50220)