[He glances back at Amelia just long enough to give a nod of confirmation, his expression somber before he turns his gaze back to the symbol. He braces himself for anything, prepared to react quickly should it be necessary, and reaches out to touch the symbol with gloved fingers— for a moment, it had almost felt as though it had been calling to him, and it glows just a touch brighter at his touch.
Nothing else in their surroundings change, but a voice sounds— his own, unmistakable, followed by one he'll never forget. It's a woman's voice, but there is an otherworldly quality to it, a faint echo as well as a gravity to her words that set it apart.
"Mystra, I beseech you, my actions were but a labor of love—"
"I will not be swayed. Even your actions have consequences, my love. For your defiance, you are exiled from Elysium, and shall no longer serve as my Chosen."
There is nothing more that follows, but Gale's grip on the symbol tightens. After a few moments of silence, he stands, and his expression has shifted from somber to something far softer— grief, perhaps, if one had to put a name to it.]
... I suppose there's no longer any question as to whether or not that was for me.
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Nothing else in their surroundings change, but a voice sounds— his own, unmistakable, followed by one he'll never forget. It's a woman's voice, but there is an otherworldly quality to it, a faint echo as well as a gravity to her words that set it apart.
"Mystra, I beseech you, my actions were but a labor of love—"
"I will not be swayed. Even your actions have consequences, my love. For your defiance, you are exiled from Elysium, and shall no longer serve as my Chosen."
There is nothing more that follows, but Gale's grip on the symbol tightens. After a few moments of silence, he stands, and his expression has shifted from somber to something far softer— grief, perhaps, if one had to put a name to it.]
... I suppose there's no longer any question as to whether or not that was for me.