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Dreamwalking
Sep. 2nd, 2015 02:06 pmThe time that Ixis Naugus eventually decided on is obscenely late, as he stays up into the wee hours studying and working. The location given to Viatorus is somewhere remote in the parklands, with long grass and a scattering of abandoned shells of stone and mortar houses. Jutting up in the midst of what is otherwise woods and dilapidated ruins is a tower, wrought from solid stone with seams and windows of opaque green crystal. The door is made of the same, with no clear knob or handle to open it.
But when Viatorus approaches and states his business, the gemstone door fragments and pulls back, allowing entrance long enough for the young man to enter. Once inside, it slides back into place and gels into a single, solid slab once more.
The interior is also wrought completely from cohesive stone and green crystal. Furniture, lighting, various magical and practical objects; either attached and formed from the stone of the walls and floor itself or crafted seamlessly to fit into it.
The mage himself appears, staff in hand, looking down from a staircase leading to the upper floors. "Welcome! Please, come up. Let's get this started, shall we?"
But when Viatorus approaches and states his business, the gemstone door fragments and pulls back, allowing entrance long enough for the young man to enter. Once inside, it slides back into place and gels into a single, solid slab once more.
The interior is also wrought completely from cohesive stone and green crystal. Furniture, lighting, various magical and practical objects; either attached and formed from the stone of the walls and floor itself or crafted seamlessly to fit into it.
The mage himself appears, staff in hand, looking down from a staircase leading to the upper floors. "Welcome! Please, come up. Let's get this started, shall we?"
