12/12/20 Snippet, GHOST OF THE DEVIL-HORSE.

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Getting to the real exploration took longer than I hoped, but shorter than I feared.

The Council site was a bust, alas. When the Dominion conquered Denver, back in the day, they had pretty thoroughly degraded the local civic symbols, and that absolutely included the centuries-old building where generations of Denverians had held court. What spirits were left after that scourging had hidden themselves so ‘deep’ in the metaphysical bedrock that I’m not sure any could hear us, even if they wanted to. And none of them seemed to want to.

But we did release a tormented spirit that some nameless Dominion bastard mage had bound to the walls, in chains of infinite pain, which was nice. Or it would have been, except that after several centuries of agony the spirit was homicidally crazy. Judging on how often they do it, this is apparently the Dominion’s idea of ‘humor.’

Right now the spirit was trying to strangle me with its bare hands, which were only not bursting into flames because I was using my own spellcasting abilities to counter the spirit’s. I don’t recommend this, mind you. Direct spell-to-spell negation works, but it also makes it impossible for you to use any magic of your own. On the other hand: it’s not the easiest thing to strangle a serpent-man, even when he’s in his borrowed human form.