Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180215191950

(BT) "Really?  Is that so?" Despite their surroundings, once Jorge mentions the rune, the issue of a genuine malady gets Thomas' full attention.

The summoned breeze has them both almost fully dried off at this point. Thomas maneuvers around behind Jorge and asks him to sit down.

Once he does, Thomas holds his hands over the top of Jorge's head. Arcanum threads through his arms and to the tips of his fingers, where they form a glowing, ethereal ring. Slowly, the visage on the other side, as Thomas looks through it, begins to show another world entirely. The nearby plants become veined, liquid forms, the log Jorge is sitting on becomes a pulpy, spongy cylinder. Then, Jorge himself becomes a mass of bright red muscle and sinew, blood coursing through invisible veins.

Thomas adjusts the X-ray glyph, and different layers of Jorge's skull become visible. Thomas moves down, over the vertebrae, then stops.

"Well, I'll be," He says quietly. "You weren't wrong. How did you say you got this?"

He doesn't take his eye off of the rune. Grafted to the bone, glowing malevolently, it festers with a sickly light.