<em>What?</em><br/><br/>This was...This wasn't what she'd expected. Delphine's eyes widened, beneath her blindfold - Her gaze drawn to the floating shrine! But that wasn't all...Her staff's warding glow intensified, as she glimpsed the faces, the figures that hung within the ether - Suspended between life and death!<br/><br/>"Be wary, Harlon," Delphine said...Her full lips shaping each slow syllable. "I sense much here that means us harm..."<br/><br/>And yet, her interest was piqued, too: This was magic on a scale unlike anything she'd seen. Or rather, anything the guardian spirit had<em>experienced</em>in her brief existence. Perhaps...<br/><br/>But her mind turned to her task, first! Like a lovely ghost, she trailed after Harlon...Her shadow overlapping with her summoner's, every sense alert to danger. The shimmering glow of her stave lit their way, even as the gorgeous spirit braced herself for danger...<br/><br/>-The never came. The Forgotten remained at bay...Or perhaps they couldn't sense them at all!<br/><br/>And then, before the great sandalwood doors...<br/><br/>A slim eyebrow rose, just so, at the voice that came from deep within! So they'd come to the right place, after all...Someone, or<em>something</em>was within. But as Delphine canted her head to the side, the dark silks of her costume rustling against her creamy skin - Something told her it meant them harm! As she strained to listen, she could make out the suggestions of words...<br/><br/>It was, however, only natural that she'd listen to the voices, her senses questing outwards...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spirit Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll(2d6)+0:<br/>6,4,+0<br/>Total:10</div></div><br/>She blinked, jarred from her reverie by Harlan's voice! She didn't let her surprise show, though she was mostly wrong-footed - Turning her mind to the task ahead. Wings...Delphine wasn't sure if she could grant them to him. But instead...<br/><br/>Delphine raised her staff - Power ambling across the haft, more of her essence drawn away! Perhaps she'd simply go with what was most straightforward...!<br/><br/>"By the Word and the Measure...Let our path be made<em>clear</em>-!!!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Power Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Power: 3/6<br/><br/>Target Number: 4<br/><br/>Roll(3d6)+0:<br/>5,4,1,+0<br/>Total:10</div></div><br/>Power surged. Silver light radiated forth from Delphine, in a ray of astral fire. It struck trap after trap, searing a way forward...And where it touched, a shimmering silver path arose! There was no deviation to it, as energy rippled forth - Where it met spike traps, it either consumed them or filled them in. The shortest path between two points was a straight line, after all...And the Spirit of Justice<em>excelled</em>at that!<br/><br/>"And so shall I make straight all that is crooked and hidden," Delphine breathed - A warm thrill of accomplishment coursing through her! A glance to her side...<br/><br/>"-By your will, Harlan."