>>6178860Your gracious host leads you down a long, winding ramp that takes you deeper into the cold earth than anywhere else you’ve been today! As your shoulder brushes against the cold, mossy wall, your nostrils flare at the faint scent of something familiar…
“Quite a big basement you’ve got here, Ote.” Observes Volka as she stoops to avoid smacking her head on the ceiling. “Been here long?”
“The shop belonged to someone else,” The mage replies, pausing as the passage fills with the sound of grinding masonry and shifting stone, “But my lab, well… it goes where I go.”
“Lemme guess: the last owner ain’t around anymore, is he?”
TT!
The Durher’s question earns a laugh from the sullen sorcerer! “He is, in a way… well, <span class="mu-i">parts</span> of him, at least. You might meet him if he’s in a talkative mood, though he usually isn’t.”
As the sound of grinding stone ceases, you feel a sensation akin to a drop on a roller coaster as you step through… well, <span class="mu-i">something</span>. A barrier, maybe? Staggering into the wall, you quickly recover when all eyes fall on you!
“Worry not–we’ve merely crossed the threshold into my <span class="mu-b">TOWER.</span>”
You feel it long before you can ask: while the trip down was clammy and a bit unpleasant, you find yourself bathed in an almost homey <span class="mu-i">warmth</span> as the floor beneath you feet shifts from uneven stone to polished marble–each step making a definitive ‘<span class="mu-i">clock</span>’ as you proceed deeper into the wizard’s sanctum!
“Never been in a wizard’s tower before…” Mutters Volka as a low whistle escapes her lips, “Must be <span class="mu-i">massive</span>...”
“The size of my abode doesn’t matter–it all occupies quasispace and exists purely based on my own will and comprehension of its design.” Oti explains in a tone usually reserved for things such as ‘the answer to 2+2’ or ‘what sound does a doggie make’. Sensing he’s lost you, the mage lets out yet <span class="mu-i">another</span> sigh!
“This place, like all wizard towers, is a product of my will. It exists separately from our current reality, but because I know it exists I can keep it tangible, provided I choose to do so.”
So what happens if you stop thinking about it?
“You wouldn’t want to know, so keep your minds focused on where you are, please.”
Bristling at the sound of a distant <span class="mu-i">CRASH</span>, your worries are immediately waved away by your host. “My test subjects can become a little unruly–shifting into unperceived quasispace has that effect on them. Rest assured <span class="mu-i">we’re</span> perfectly safe!”
“But what abou-”
“Perfectly safe!” Oti repeats in a firmer tone!
>CONTD. 