[As surmised, Dorian had already tried all of the healing magic that he knew of, but it wouldn't stop him from researching. He wasn't the only one with glass bits, so everyone who could was trying to find a cure for this ailment. So, alas, until a cure could be found he was stuck like this and that meant being even more particular about how he cared for himself.
As Adam seemed at a loss for what to do with himself, Dorian broke out the wine and a few glasses. It would keep his hands occupied, at least, and the wine was better than what he had been drinking, Dorian didn't need to be a connoisseur to know that...granted he was, but that was aside from the point.]
Not any sort of magic that I am familiar with. The glass is oddly flexible, but more fragile than I would like. [Not that he's tested how fragile, he simply knew. Oh it wouldn't break if he tapped it or touched it, but blunt force wouldn't be a good idea.
Passing off a glass of wine to his guest, Dorian glances up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a few moments.] A foreign enemy. I wasn't aboard the ship before we made such enemies, but apparently they had docked on a glassy world called Caducus Prime. For whatever reason the crew had worn out its welcome, and when we refused to leave the first time we were then forced to. This triggered a beastly transformation in one of our crew members who apparently damaged Caducus Primary's on-planet Ingress and splintered their world. A good many of the natives were killed in this incident, so I am told.
[Dorian took a sip of wine, clearing his throat before continuing on.] Apparently they have a sister world, Caducus Secondary. They felt revenge should be had and they brought their ships, weapons, and glass manipulating ways with them. Whatever happened when we defeated them impacted our ship, we took damage as well, the parts of the Moira that were lost seemed to integrate with their technology or magic...or whatever...replacing them with glass structures, but effecting us as well. That is my best estimation of our current predicament.
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As Adam seemed at a loss for what to do with himself, Dorian broke out the wine and a few glasses. It would keep his hands occupied, at least, and the wine was better than what he had been drinking, Dorian didn't need to be a connoisseur to know that...granted he was, but that was aside from the point.]
Not any sort of magic that I am familiar with. The glass is oddly flexible, but more fragile than I would like. [Not that he's tested how fragile, he simply knew. Oh it wouldn't break if he tapped it or touched it, but blunt force wouldn't be a good idea.
Passing off a glass of wine to his guest, Dorian glances up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a few moments.] A foreign enemy. I wasn't aboard the ship before we made such enemies, but apparently they had docked on a glassy world called Caducus Prime. For whatever reason the crew had worn out its welcome, and when we refused to leave the first time we were then forced to. This triggered a beastly transformation in one of our crew members who apparently damaged Caducus Primary's on-planet Ingress and splintered their world. A good many of the natives were killed in this incident, so I am told.
[Dorian took a sip of wine, clearing his throat before continuing on.] Apparently they have a sister world, Caducus Secondary. They felt revenge should be had and they brought their ships, weapons, and glass manipulating ways with them. Whatever happened when we defeated them impacted our ship, we took damage as well, the parts of the Moira that were lost seemed to integrate with their technology or magic...or whatever...replacing them with glass structures, but effecting us as well. That is my best estimation of our current predicament.