>>5414463>>5414595>>5414627>>5414793>>5415546>>5415901>>5415929>>5416027>Opt to bring her.“Hmmm.. then, we ought to bring her, right?” You propose. “A guard of her statue ought to prove a good deterrent. And she may save some of your transpeciation potion if any trouble arises!”
“If any “trouble” arises that demands my transpeciation potion, I doubt a bit of muscle will do much to help.” Your master snorts. “Hmmm–.. still, though, she may be able to snap a wand or two if any punk wizards get any ideas. Fine.”
“Great!” You clap your hands together–your magical party now a trio of three green hoods and hats, like an assemblage of thorns. “So we’re off to ANS GRAAD, then, correct? Are you familiar with what the city’s like, my lady? Is it truly like one of those capital paintings of the old kingdoms? And is there perhaps any fae presence, or divine tributaries–”
“Mmmm..” She murmurs noncommittally. “You’ll see.”
[...]
You stand just outside a vast stone arch. The first thing that strikes you about ANS GRAAD is the heat–in spite of the titanic blocks of walls and windows that wall off the sky, the sun’s heat seems to permeate through the hundreds of feet of concrete through to you. The second thing that strikes you is the smell–an unholy mixture of NITRIC-ALCOHOL VOMIT, COFFEE-ROASTED SLUG, all manner of alchemical foulness..
SIGRID catches the curl of your lips. “Oh? Not what you expected?” She looks bemused. MOLLY places a hand on your back–whether to comfort herself or you, you don’t know.
“It’s, a-ah.. more.. fortress-like than I thought.” You try to catch your breath. “I was expecting more.. something, like.. flying buttresses, and archways, and sun dappled towers..”
“Mmm. Well, perhaps they did two hundred years ago.” Sigrid grimaces. “No, wizard cities are.. vulgar. These slums are far more wild to me than the PRIMORDIAL SEA. Now, come along.”
>Ask Sigrid about wizard cities.>Examine some of the passing stalls and shops.>Try to get a look at what MOLLY’S thinking.>Write-In. 