>>5313656“I know it’s a little late now,” Art begins, “But why didn’t you guys just, y’know, try again?”
“Look for yourself, primitive.” Teevor sighs as he gestures to the mirror at the end of the chamber. “In my haste to remove the demon, I opened the gate to an unstable dimension–one that tore apart the physical and magical connections <span class="mu-g">SCHOLAR MORKKU</span> crafted.”
“Even worse,” he continues, “he and several other key team members died in the breach.” The mage casts a rueful glance at the mirror on the distant wall. “That device you see there is now little more than a fancy paperweight–a gaudy trinket in this <span class="mu-i">tomb</span> you wandered into.”
“So it doesn’t function anymore?” Sybil asks, visibly deflating. “Drat.”
“Not entirely, no…” Teevor shrugs, “But I can still attune it to certain <span class="mu-g">SIGNALS…</span> Though I suppose that makes it little more than a glorified antenna, and that’s nothing compared to the device at the center of the facility…”
Hold on, you interrupt, when he says signals, he means like, what, <span class="mu-b">RADIO?</span>
“Yes,” The skeleton nods somberly, “and some transdimensional contact as well, not that that’s any use.”
“So we could theoretically contact other planes?” Sybil asks, hair bristled once more with excitement.
“Sure, go nuts.” Teevor growls. “I can’t stop you. Hells, I can probably even <span class="mu-i">help</span> you if you just leave me alone afterwards.”
“Interesting…” Sybil nods as you file that bit of info into the back of your mind. “That might come in handy, wouldn’t it, Stan?”
It might, you grunt as you rub your chin in thought, it just <span class="mu-i">might</span>...
>CONTD. 