Re: FUZZY: Midmarch Religious Council
"If the spell won't suffice," Ethankos bows to Andalon's superior knowledge of such things, "then I'd thought perhaps it might be possible to imbue the weapon itself, though as you say, the cost and the lack of skill would seem to preclude that."
"However, I don't know that we are likely to find a Holy weapon in the Boneyard," he ruminates. "Death is a natural thing, neither good nor bad. Such terms are meaningless except so far as they serve to guide the soul on to its final destination."
"Do we need to trust to the Stone Singer to secure the Eye until such time as we might procure a Holy weapon ?"
"It is said that the Boneyard itself is timeless, its lands immeasurable. If we find ourselves far from where we need to be and it takes forever to get there, at least we'll not die of old age before we reach our destination !" Ethankos snorts.
"Though be cautioned, those days, months, even years will catch up with us when we return."
The priest nods at Brother Bart's recollection of the Boneyard's gravestones.
"The Graveyard of Souls stretches for more than a thousand miles," Ethankos rumbles. "It is possible that each soul will be drawn towards their own stone marker ... if not, we should pray that there is a willing guide close to hand." He looks to Marceline for confirmation of his understanding.