>>5915644>>5915649>>5915991>>5918328>>5918406>>5918502>>5918545"When and where I am, old man?!" You hiss into the air, frustration in your voice. You don't much like small, tight, dark spaces, and far less when you share the space with a troublesome god-type.
>"You've been compartmentalized in a memory your master compartmentalizes." His voice seems to reverberate from your head into your bones. "Her coronation ceremony. The 7th Great Witch, Sigrid de Hautdesert the Disinherited. And you're in the best seat in the house.""The best seat..?" You glance around you. You can hear the thrum of a crowd, the clack of feet and foot, the smell of food.. it sounds like a banquet celebration, alright.
>"Her podium. She's about to give her acceptance speech. You'll be privy to all she says and what she doesn't." Leshy leans in. "Are you tired, boy? I can hear it in your voice. Don't worry. The next memory is the last down the lane. But I doubt you'll much like it. It's not a pleasant one. Not for your master. And not for you."And with a low, rumble-like chuckle, his voice and presence fade from the box. You are there alone again. What an asshole.
>Knock on the door. Attempt to get your master's attention.>Cast another spell. Something to disrupt the proceedings.>Attempt to listen in on your master's speech.>[Write-In.] 