Creative Practice Day 12

"Ronin Immalda, Thank you for hearing me. I come to you with a grave warning from beyond the borders of your kingdom"  "I hear you, Zephyr. What is your warning?"  "A poisin is seeping from King Zeredechiah's halls. It comes from some experiment he is conducting. I do not know details, but I know this. That which he is dumping upstream from here will slowly kill any magic it comes into contact with." "Preposterous!" Cried one of the Fae Queen's magistrates. "Such a substance could not exist. Do you not think, in our many thousands of years, we would have found evidence of such a substance before? My queen, cast this insolent fool from your chambers." The queen raised her hand to silence her council.  "I will hear you, Zephyr. What do you think this substance is, and what do you think King Zeredechiah is using it for?" Zephyr stood in the center of the elaborate chamber. He had theories, but he did not know if the Fae actually wanted to know them.  "They are not complete, your majesty. I do not have the requisite information to isolate-" "What do you think, Zephyr? Tell me your unfinished thoughts. Their implications may be dire, if what you have said is true." "Yes, your majesty. I think it is tiny offcastings of a strange metal, one I have not seen before. when I have managed to sift tiny amounts out of river gravel, in small quantities it has a magic dampening effect, but in larger quantities... its pure form. It could be a perfect anti-magic material." An uproar of skepticism arose from the magisrates.