
Something happened a few days ago in Qualinesti, and it seems to be affecting the whole world. The stars and sun erratic form is obvious, but as the adventurers venture forth, magic a staple of adventuring power, is seemingly being leeched or drained. To clerics it seems as though their communication with their gods is intermittent and staticy. To sorcerers and bards, the arcane power that fills their voice and blood, seems thinner and less robust. To wizards, the spells they prepare occasionally are not able to be coalesced into their full potential. Were magic to be water filling a bucket, the bucket in the weave of magic has a leak. (picture related)