>>6178861Hey, since he knows so much about towers and quokkaspace, you begin in an uneasy voice, what’s his take on <span class="mu-b">OTHER WOR-</span>
“I said it before: I can’t help you return home.” The Chytree frowns as you feel the ground shift beneath your feet, “Teleportation around Zoral is simple enough: most literature on it was written long before the world went dark… but interdimensional travel, well…”
… it’s tricky?
“It’s not worth my time.” Corrects the mage. “Teleportation at its most basic state requires a firm understanding of where the destination is and the energy required to go there. Teleporting to another world would require an immense amount of energy… and a firm understanding of a very, <span class="mu-i">very</span> specific destination.”
You get it: it’s tough, you groan as you pass through a room filled with clanking, hissing machines, but what about this whole devil summoning thing then? How do people get demons over to Zoral?
“Many postulate that the ones who wrote those rituals in the first place were under the influence of a demon,” Replies the sorcerer in a slightly more hushed tone, “That or the instructions were transcribed from somewhere. There’s a wealth of ancient ruins to the South… most belonging to the Skog tribes of old, as well as a few Chytree colonies, but some have no names…”
It’s only when Oti pauses that you realize the ground’s been moving beneath your feet! Stumbling a bit, you blink the dry out of your eyes as the mage leads you into a chamber stuffed with an odor akin to the lovechild of a cheap clinic and an old person’s bathroom!
“And here we are…” Chuckles Oti as he floats ahead towards the center of the chamber, “Your friends are welcome to observe if they please, but there’s an exquisite lounge just t-”
“Have fun, Rook!”
“Yea, knock ‘em dead!”
Watching the girls scurry out of the room, both you and Oti exchange a rare understanding glance. Are uh… are they gonna be okay?
“I’ll rearrange things so that they find their way,” The sorcerer responds with a hint of sympathy in his voice. “But as for you, well… just stand in the center of the room. Follow the humming.”
Before you can ask, you feel a dull humming that permeates your leather boots! Taking a few cautious steps, you find that the vibrations grow stronger in a certain direction… following it about halfway, you can’t shake an uneasy twinge in your gut…
“I <span class="mu-i">do</span> have other matters to attend to this evening, you know.”
What do?
>One more question, Ote…>Yea, let’s do this!>Actually… let’s not.>Can you bring TT and Volka back?>Write-In! 