I want to prophesize, my vessel is capsized

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Cured of her allergies, Morgana is frowning as something occurs to her. From a place in the open, she addresses the Plane at large.]

It has been near a year in Camelot since--since that experiment with the candies we were given, and what we became.

Our hosts have taken some action since, but is it a near-anniversary for anybody else? I can't help but feel wary that there may be some new trick intended and wonder if there is any way we can defend ourselves against it.

[She may or may not be having strange nightmares that feel a little too prophetic for her comforts.]

[Also there were pickles in these nightmares and that is why she is not going to mention them.]

Comments

[ex_oneiromancer912]

If I knew an enchantment that could make it so... I don't know. So that only those with good intentions could use weapons, I would gladly cast it.

[oliverplus]

[he shakes his head] No...I know. That isn't how it works. [he smiles weakly] It's okay. I mean, you only want them here to protect people.

[he just wishes they weren't necessary at all, but he isn't that naive]

Anyway! We should tell people and start finding things to bring here. After all, we don't know how long we've got.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Yes, only that it is likely sooner than later.

[oliverplus]

[his enthusiasm returning, he declares:] So let's get started!