Round 61

Jeane moved forward cautiously along the narrow catwalk, her crimson eyes fixed on the shifting platform ahead. The structure groaned ominously beneath their combined weight, each plank seeming to protest the intrusion. Careful now, sisters. Her voice carried a note of barely contained tension as she responded to Halie's assessment. The air may feel wrong, but the stone feels right—the binding magic is strong here, ancient and focused. Whatever we're dealing with, it's not something to take lightly. She paused at the edge of the walkway, her dark leathery wings twitching slightly in agitation. The heavy mace rested against her shoulder, a tangible reminder of the dangers they'd faced already. You have just received three turns from your character's memory: Would you like to incorporate these memory details into your next turn? Her gaze flickered toward Seraphine, a silent question hanging between them.