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Everyone touching the brain
Even though it was hovering above the hot embers, the brain felt cold and clammy, though not actually wet. The surface was smooth, slightly soft and gave just a little bit under an insistent touch.
At first, it seemed that contact with the thing was nothing but an odd tactile experience, but as the last of those who intended to touched it, they all felt their minds opened to an alien presence, whether they resisted it or not. They could feel it spending a few moments probing, searching through their thoughts for something, maybe finding it, maybe not, before it announced itself.
"As I have foreseen, so you have come," said the voice, which seemed to constantly fluctuate, as though a chorus of voices were taking turns speaking, even taking over seamlessly for each other mid-sentence, "A ragtag band, but there is more to you than meets the eye. While others may surpass you in skill and might, in power and position, you have a talent for change. Whereever you choose to go, you can change the course of the world."
"Do not take this to mean that you are some form of chosen ones, that you have a destiny ahead of you or that you are immortal. Foolishness can still kill you and your path is yours to choose, even to discard if that is your choice."
"But no man can truly make a choice if he does not have knowledge, then he is merely blindly choosing paths that lead to lands he does not know. You should learn of this world, experience it, let it teach you. Once you have done this, you should return to me and I will tell you more. If there is anything you wish to ask, you need merely think of it, your thoughts and memories are like mile-high glyphs on a mountain-side to me."
(OOC: Whatever any of you ask of the thing, all of the others will hear, as well as the answer.)
Bas
None of the others seemed adversely affected by the brain. They did not shrivel to withered husks when touching it, they were not burned to ash and they did not degenerate to gibbering wrecks.
While the thing looked and felt slightly unnatural, Bas did not get the sort of vibe from it that he would get from something truly perverse, like the undead.
The bird didn't seem to notice either the brain or the druid, all it's attention was focused on keeping Ulik in sight, and something between it and him.
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