:....Jisa is Golarion supposed to have a huge hurricane which is very magical?: 

Uhhhhhhhh shit did this come up - she needs to check the map - uhhhh maybe? There are some places they shaded off as 'don't try to land here on purpose' without especially writing down why. 

It feels to Jisa intuitively like the kind of thing Golarion has? And it would be extremely weird if Brightstar had found a different planet by accident which also pinged the search-spell that is in theory supposed to recognize features of Golarion magic present in Blai's artifacts. 

They shouldn't Gate into it though. 

:Obviously not. I will try again.:

It's a really long way. Holding the entire weird interplanar routing while he tries to move around the endpoint of the scry is very difficult, but it would cost more in mage-energy and backlash to recast it. 

How about two hundred miles in...a random direction, Brightstar can't tell from the Void-side what cardinal direction it is. Also the 'two hundred miles' is extremely imprecise, it's going to be somewhere between one and four hundred. 

Steamy jungle.

It doesn't look obviously incredibly dangerous but Brightstar was firmly instructed that they're looking for specific places that are known to be safe. And that spending another candlemark on this could save a lot more than a candlemark on the diplomacy part. 

He tries again. 

---

Nearly dawn. 

Half a candlemark in advance, Shavri laces a mug of tea with the Tayledras stimulant and applies however much coercion is necessary to get Blai to drink all of it over ten minutes or so. He's pretty feverish again but it looks like it's– ugh, there's something in his lungs now, how do all of her patients KEEP GETTING PNEUMONIA when the AIR is STERILE. Oh right it's that they don't have any ability to fight off any illness whatsoever and have been bedridden for days. It's not going to kill him in the next six candlemarks and shouldn't interfere with keeping down the tea long enough for it to wake him up. She'll wait for it to show some sign of taking effect and decide at that point if he needs more intervention. 

He accepts the instruction to self-torture in this particular fashion without resistance.

...He might be with it enough to recognize, when dawn actually arrives, that the god there isn't Asmodeus? 

Or he might just spend the whole time having an extended panicky flashback to Asmodean seminary. That does seem like a thing the stimulant could do if you give it to someone running a high fever and totally delirious. 

(She can painblock for him but she suspects that pain, defined as 'the thing painblocking can block', is a pretty small fraction of the unpleasantness. She doesn't think a Projective Empath trying to keep him calm would even help, she needs him to be - kind of freaking out - to stay awake. Just, ideally, kind of freaking out about the actual situation and not a completely different kind of situation in his head.) 

:Seldan, wake up.:

that's not fair. waking up hard. 

:SELDAN WAKE UP RIGHT NOW: 

aaaaaa stop okay okay he's awake. :What is it, is - is Blai -:

:Take him to the Shadow-Lover's realm now. He needs some time while he can think to get oriented again.: 

:....I don't think I can just - do that - the Shadow-Lover has to make it happen...: 

:I am pretty sure the Shadow-Lover's god has been intervening in our favor. If they want to buy is a miracle, well, this is part of what we need and They'd better do it.: 

.....Shavri is kind of terrifying actually. No wonder Blai has been finding her reminiscent of Asmodean seminary instructors. 

It's a good idea, if it works. 

He doesn't have the energy to try to explain. Just - the same thing he did before, mentally wrap himself around Blai and scoop him to the blue place and think as loudly as he can that HEY SHADOW-LOVER PLEASE LET US IN FOR A LITTLE WHILE IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

Here's a white empty place where nothing hurts and it's possible to think. 

"We would prefer you not take too long," the Shadow-Lover says. "This is expensive." 

Fucking miser of a god. 

"Sorry for not asking first," he says to Blai. "Shavri was yelling at me." 

"- it's fine," Blai says, taking a deep imaginary breath. "What, uh, is it, I can't remember very clearly what exactly's been going wrong."

...What is going wrong. Seldan's memories of the last while are not entirely clear. He has to think about it for a little bit. 

"Brightstar was getting Guidances all night and then got a channel and then went off to do something. I...think...he succeeded at a Gate-routing. To Golarion. So it's - going to be today, that we get help, but -" 

But what. It was almost dawn, he thinks, he remembers Blai using his last channel and that's usually a candlemark or two before dawn. 

"...You were really out of it. I think - I think Shavri had more or less given up, yesterday, when it seemed like the Gate would take four or five days. But if Brightstar just pulled out a miracle for us then she's - going to want to make it count. And it's almost dawn, so, I think she has a plan to use your spells, and I think she must not have been sure you would manage to get any today unless she - did something. She was being really insistent that you drink all of something, before, I...think she gave you a drug? To wake you up, maybe? And then she told me to take you here so you could 'get oriented'. Which I should really have asked more questions about, or she should have asked me how oriented I was because apparently the answer was not very. But my guess is that she wants to make sure you're with it enough to, er, pray to the right god." 

"Oh. ...yes, that is probably important. I think I can hold on to that if it's the main thing I'm focusing on to the exclusion of whatever else at least until whatever the drug is kicks in. I don't know how I will react to the drug."

"...I should really have made sure I understood what she was doing, then I would know what drug. The obvious guess is a stimulant, you weren't on track to be able to stay awake for the full candlemark. I can't imagine you're going to find it pleasant." 

"...that's immaterial."

"It's not immaterial if it's unpleasant in a way that makes you have a flashback to Asmodean seminary before dawn and you pray to the wrong god and don't get any spells! ...Or literally gives you heart problems, I think giving stimulants to people dying of eight diseases at once is a bad idea, but I'm trusting Shavri to have thought that part through. If it's only unpleasant that's - fine, I guess." He doesn't have to like it. 

"How close are we to dawn, how long am I going to have to hold on to the knowledge that it's Her?"

"....Fifteen minutes? I'm guessing Shavri wanted to leave time in case the Shadow-Lover didn't actually show up to let us in and she had to figure out something else." 

He considers for a moment. "I think really skilled Healers can make a person's pulse faster or slower on purpose. And Shavri is really very skilled. I can tell her to keep yours from getting too fast, if it seems like that's part of the unpleasantness." He apparently has some fragment of a memory of experiencing a bad stimulants-and-blood-loss combination, presumably as a Herald on the war front. "It wouldn't affect your thinking."