Spark to the Flame - An MtG Game (IC)

[Jangoose]

@Darevod and Radek (Int [Arcana]): Looking at the documents now together, you can immediately confirm Dawn-fangs findings. The map is definitely enchanted. Flipping it over and holding it to the light, you can just trace out arcane the arcane circuitry woven into the thick parchment. Spells of light and space manipulation, but also, something more. Darevod would call it the in between, but even then beyond. Even as the intricacies of the enchantment's specific implementation grows beyond your ability to understand it academically, you still feel a kind of resonance, with it, almost the same sense you have in communicating with each other, a sort of connection or kinship that transcends your individual languages.
Radek has the further insight that the triggering system looks to be fully mental, with no spoken command words.

@Dawn-Fang (Wis [Insight]): As the more technical arcanists huddle around the map and discuss their findings, you take a moment to finish putting on your gear, clean your blade and chat with Liandra. For the first time since your arrival, you begin to actually notice the strangeness that Arin pointed out. Despite never having heard them before, you perfectly understand the others' languages, and have no doubt that you could speak them should the need arise. You may have learned your healer's craft through years of study and prayer, but this feels different. Since you arrived, its as if a blanket that once covered your mind has been stripped away, you can truly see and feel the colors of magic and energy around you, and beyond that? something...

It is as if you can feel the borders of the world, like you can see past them into the void beyond, so close you could just reach out and step through. For a second, you feel a flash of that sensation from just before you blacked out and ended up here, that sense of bottomless power and elation, and across the room, you can see the energy of the map respond, resonating with you.

"-- its definitely some kind of mental trigger" you hear Radek murmuring to Darevod, pointing to a section of the enchantment's intricate design, as he lays it out on the table.

With a scurry you rejoin them. Holding on to that feeling, you reach out to the map with both a paw and your mind, and even before you look you know it worked.

The map begins to glow. In the air above it, glowing lines trace out a vast cosmos of ever so slowly drifting spheres, their fine labels following along. Some follow slow orbits, some seem fixed. Some stand alone, others overlap. Though most of the spheres glow various shades of blue and purple, one stands out in brilliant gold, the label beneath it reads Shandalar - 8/19/4559 22:13:45. Even as you watch it, the time ticks up, second by second.

In the stunned silence that follows, you register that the bell in the distance has stopped ringing.