As she traveled to Monoceros, Umbriel pondered what exactly she was getting herself into.

Could she trust a literal rock? A rock that somehow had managed to feel misplaced pity, but a rock nonetheless. Really, she should do more investigation before blindly following it's instructions.

But frankly? She was overwhelmingly curious. And if it WAS a trap, she was confident she'd be able to spot it before falling victim to it. Maybe then she could convince some other poor soul with wings and get caught. Ha! That could be funny.

She lands as she gets close to the whirlwind's raging winds, not wanting to waste energy fighting it. She cranes her neck upwards, scouring the ceiling that dark overhang she had seen in that vision.

Backdated to shortly after The Wishing Stone

The wind is kicking up quite a lot of dust, and even with eyes as sharp as Umbriel's it's hard to make out details of the ceiling from the ground. She continues pacing around the whirlwind, eyes squinted and feathers ruffled uncomfortably, ears filled with what sounds like the screeching of the damned.

She'd REALLY like to figure out where she's going BEFORE she starts trying to fly in this windstorm, but at this rate she might just have to take her chances.

There it was: a talisman, or an amulet, dangling from a cord. It looked and felt like a simple shard of Oilstone, at first. Polished smooth, its metal cap attached to that black cord, which in turn was tangled in the rock beneath the overhang.

Yet as she drew closer, she would sense that the Chaos within almost felt... calming. It was not a Source. But it was something unusual.

All that remained was for Umbriel to actually pluck it from its ledge.

Identified Item!

Umbriel has received an identified item from The Wishing Stone!

2★ Pendant of Wills A small chunk of enchanted Oilstone on a necklace.

☆☆☆☆★★ Pendant of Wills A small chunk of polished Oilstone, gleaming with sinister iridescence. A faint sense of chaos emanates from it. ELEMENT: MAGIC LEVEL: 60 DURABILITY: 10 SPECIAL: The user can focus on the enchanted pendant, rolling an Other roll once per thread. A barely successful+ allows a stronger resistance to Chaotic urges and Corruption spell side effects for the duration of the thread, though it doesn't remove the urges and effects outright. MATERIAL: Oilstone, metal, cord ATTACK: N/A ADDED: Wearing by non-Corrupted-element characters will add Corruption points, up to one per day. DEFENSE: 0 WEIGHT: 1 EQUIP: Pendant Currently owned by: Umbriel

@Umbriel

At least the necklace was actually here. Whether it would have anywhere near the desired effect has yet to be determined. She stretched out her wings, feeling the raging winds ruffle her feathers. With a deep breath and a small running start, she was up in the air.

Umbriel had always enjoyed the freedom of flight, but this was something else. The way the wind buoyed her like a duck sitting on a pond, and yet threatened to spin her out of control with a single wrong tilt of her wings. She circled the vortex, coasting on it's outer drafts, diving and twirling through the shrieking air. A laugh fell from her beak, lost to the wind. This was FUN!

She was so caught up in all of this that she nearly forgot about why she'd come here in the first place. It took hardly any effort to swoop past the overhang and snatch the amulet's cord with the tip of her beak. She'd complete her little flight show with one final lap, landing gracefully a safe distance away from the vortex.

She took a moment or two to catch her breath before turning her attention to the amulet. It had an odd aura, unmistakably corruption but not quite chaos. Oddly calming, like wildflowers soaked in Oil.

It took her a bit of maneuvering to actually get the pendant over her head and around her neck. She'd smooth down the neck feathers that had been unpleasantly ruffled during the whole process. She'd take a deep breath, focusing on the weight of the pendant against her chest.

Would this even work at all?

It was not unlike the feeling of being freshly stabilized, but.. more. A fresh breeze that whisked away the usual visions of carnage that flitted along the edges of her vision and thoughts. It was almost a little disconcerting, the way that silence often could be. Background noise that had followed her for her entire life suddenly muffled. It didn't go away completely, there was just more space between the chaos and herself. More space to think, to plan, to breathe.
She would revel in the moment before quickly taking her leave- Cepheus was quite a distance away, after all, and she'd gotten all that she came here for.

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