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I woke on my own, by myself. The magister was on watch. I knew because I saw Kestrae and Aeramin both sleeping, some distance apart along the other wall. Volnar was dutifully watching over me. I’m not sure he would have been able to do much if the fighting came down the hall and into the room, but if the magister feels better with the imp watching out for me, I guess it’s okay. The frog may have been more suitable for the job, even if he’s a bit small.
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Aeramin left his pack with the fruit and food out for us. I grabbed another bottle of water and a bit of bread before going to find the magister.
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I found him at the top of the ramp. I told him to go get some more rest. He didn’t want to. I had to insist that I would be fine, and that I’d slept enough. He wouldn’t leave until after I had promised about five times that if the fighting moved even just an inch closer, I’d come to get him.
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I don’t think it’s moving closer. I’m certain they’re further away than they were even just an hour ago.
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I still can’t get over the amount of power in that room. If I didn’t think it would kill me, I’d find a way to go down the cracks in the floor. The power moves in a large circular motion, a sort of self-contained current beneath the room. I felt ley-lines on the way in, but in hindsight, they may have been smaller “pools”. The power of this one greatly exceeds any of the others. I wonder if ley-lines feed it, but that’s something I cannot tell without being able to walk about the temple freely.
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I’ve marked areas on the map. Hopefully, I will get the chance to mark more areas, if we ever get out of here. I’ve taken notes on the size and flow of the power. I’ve noticed cracks in the wall at the top of the ramp. They’re smaller than the ones on the floor in the room, but emanate the same arcane energy. This room is in the lower part of the temple, so it must have been built into the ground around these energy sources.
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I’d be really interested in getting my hands on some books about the construction of the temple. Perhaps the draenei have something. I’ll probably need a translation. Maybe they’ll have something about the chains and the cages as well. There were some suspended from the ceiling in the room. The felguard called it the shrine of lost souls, or something like that. Whose souls? Why are they lost? Why do they gather here? Is it the power, or did they die here and can’t find their way out? Maybe it’s just a name and doesn’t mean anything, but it does feel a bit creepy.
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I wish we could leave as soon as the fighting stops, but that stone is humming now and full of the energy of this place. It apparently pulls in another direction now. I wanted to teleport out, but the others are right, it’s likely warded here. I may not be able to teleport. I’m not sure I could control the flow of power either. I’m so used to drawing from ley-lines, and the power would be so readily available here. It’s not easy to resist. The ground isn’t very comfortable to sleep or sit on.