>>6268414You don’t either, you groan as the guard wordlessly leads you up a nearby ramp. Is everyone this obnoxious in Umberal, TT?
“<span class="mu-i">Lutza….</span>” Snarls the Spinner. Guess that’s a yes? The commotion only grows louder as your destination, and as you emerge onto the main train platform, you can’t help but wonder how the hell you missed it!
Sensing the question in your eyes, Huut delivers a response with almost impressive amounts of apathy in his tone! “Whole terminal and the connecting railways are subject to several concurrent spells–keeps things nice and quiet outside while also making it harder for the train itself to be detected.”
Woah, you blink, so you’ll be riding, like, an <span class="mu-i">INVISIBLE</span> train?
“Courtesy of <span class="mu-b">TRIMBAULT ACADEMY</span>.” He replies as he deposits you all in a fresh queue leading into the hissing train! “They’ll remind ya’ when ya’ get in, but don’t try anything stupid… Umberal folk ain’t too keen on giving second chances.”
Thankfully the queue leading into the train moves <span class="mu-i">MUCH</span> faster than the one outside! Not that you notice much. Stepping into the train, you feel like you’ve entered a completely different world: one that greets you with the smell of a roaring fireplace and a cozy temperature to match! Before you can delve too deep, you’re stopped by an invisible hand pressed against your chest!
“Greetings, Templar,” Purrs a pair of eyes shaded by what you assume is some kind of cowl, “We trust you’ll be choosing the private booth today?”
Yes, you slowly nod, that will… that will suffice, you think! Mitaar always says-
“The door to your booth will be attuned to your pass. Don’t lose it.” The mage’s eyes flicker to life with an uncanny glow! “The <span class="mu-b">DINING CART</span> will be to the right of your booth–the <span class="mu-b">LEISURE CART</span> will be to your left. Please relax.”
A moment of pure, unadulterated <span class="mu-i">NAUSEA</span> washes over you–like a whole day of roller coasters jam-packed into one second–before you find yourself standing in…
Well, you obviously can’t see it, but it seems like a room! Bumping into a plush, silky recliner behind you, you freeze up like a deer in the headlights as the gentle pluckings of a woodwind instrument pipe into the booth!
“OoOugh…” Sputters Volka as the gentle giant tumbles into a chair of her own, “<span class="mu-i">Hate</span> teleporta-ooh, <span class="mu-i">comfy!</span>”
You follow suit and sink into your own chair. That’s what that was?
“Mhm!” The Skog purrs as she makes herself comfortable! “Y’see magic in Crossroads, but I guess it makes sense there’d be more of it up North… <span class="mu-b">TRIMBAULT’S</span> <span class="mu-i">the</span> place ta’ study magic at, after all!”
What the hell are you getting yourself into? Relieving Volka of TT, you bring the frothing fuzzball over to your seat and sit her down in the recliner next to you like a kid in a car seat!
Feeling better yet?
>CONTD. 