[Sleep comes easily; it's the part where Gale sleeps well that he struggles this evening.
His nighttime musing makes an appearance, as usual, and it's not just about the crown, but Karsus himself: his downfall, his power, and what ultimately drove him to try to usurp the goddess of magic, Mystryl.
It's after her name comes up that the unease sets in. Gale falls quiet, sleeping deeper - but not better. His mind turns from Mystryl to Mystra herself - to the orb, to what she'll say. He can see himself before her greatness, her disappointment radiating all around her like the necrotic aura consuming him. She knows of his defiance; she knows about the crown, and his desire for it.
She knows what he might do with it.
And thus, she revokes the charm that stabilizes the orb. Its immediate hunger is ravenous as it first devours what magic he's managed to claw back - but that's not enough to sate it. It continues to devour the dream around him, the scar carved into his skin growing into a cavernous maw as it feeds upon his very body.
Gale turns on his back in his sleep, the orb on his bare chest glowing unsteadily as it illuminates the tent. So much for a good night's rest.]
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His nighttime musing makes an appearance, as usual, and it's not just about the crown, but Karsus himself: his downfall, his power, and what ultimately drove him to try to usurp the goddess of magic, Mystryl.
It's after her name comes up that the unease sets in. Gale falls quiet, sleeping deeper - but not better. His mind turns from Mystryl to Mystra herself - to the orb, to what she'll say. He can see himself before her greatness, her disappointment radiating all around her like the necrotic aura consuming him. She knows of his defiance; she knows about the crown, and his desire for it.
She knows what he might do with it.
And thus, she revokes the charm that stabilizes the orb. Its immediate hunger is ravenous as it first devours what magic he's managed to claw back - but that's not enough to sate it. It continues to devour the dream around him, the scar carved into his skin growing into a cavernous maw as it feeds upon his very body.
Gale turns on his back in his sleep, the orb on his bare chest glowing unsteadily as it illuminates the tent. So much for a good night's rest.]