... I blame Eyuve. ;)
[Astral Plane, Erekinzil Conduit]
A sandy expanse stretches out in every direction, littered with titanic, half-buried remains. Bones made out of black, glassy material stick out from the ground in distressed poses, left unceremoniously where the corpses fell. Arcs of burning silvery light discharge from one morbid pylon to the next, creating a crude maze of pathways. The Microcosm is visible in the azure sky, its conduits blazing with heat and, shaped as they are, reminiscent of a nova.
Obvious exits: none.
>
You sense a constant flow of Lunar energy around you, twisting and weaving itself into a constantly moving web. You reach out into the maze and attempt to orient yourself toward the only two landmarks you can sense.
You believe the center of the microcosm is to the west.
You believe the end of the conduit lies northeast.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
R>
Eyuve just arrived.
R> wave
...wait 2 seconds.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
R> nod
You nod.
R>
You effortlessly maintain your place among the shifting streams of mana.
> northeast
You move across the unreal landscape, navigating by the streams of Lunar energy.
[Astral Plane, Erekinzil Conduit]
A sandy expanse stretches out in every direction, littered with titanic, half-buried remains. Bones made out of black, glassy material stick out from the ground in distressed poses, left unceremoniously where the corpses fell. Arcs of burning silvery light discharge from one morbid pylon to the next, creating a crude maze of pathways. The Microcosm is visible in the azure sky, its conduits blazing with heat and, shaped as they are, reminiscent of a nova.
Obvious exits: none.
> conc
You sense a constant flow of Lunar energy around you, twisting and weaving itself into a constantly moving web. You reach out into the maze and attempt to orient yourself toward the only two landmarks you can sense.
You believe the center of the microcosm is to the east.
You believe the end of the conduit lies north.
Roundtime: 7 sec.
R>
Eyuve just arrived.
R> north
You move across the unreal landscape, navigating by the streams of Lunar energy.
[Astral Plane, Grey Expanse]
You can see nothing but grey light in every direction. The light is composed of a single soft colour, lacking any sense of depth or texture. You cannot feel any ground below you and it is impossible to tell where the landscape ends and the horizon begins, or if such a distinction is even drawn here.
Obvious exits: none.
> conc
You cannot sense even a single thread of Lunar energy from where you are.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
R>
> conc
You cannot sense even a single thread of Lunar energy from where you are.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
R> snort
Doing that is not much good while floating alone out here.
R>
What little reality the microcosm provided slips away from your senses. You float alone in a vast sea of grey nothingness.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
> conc
You cannot sense even a single thread of Lunar energy from where you are.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
R>
You feel your heart pound heavily in your chest. You begin to feel weak, the strength of your flesh is being subverted by the energies of this plane.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
>
You feel fully attuned to the mana streams again.
> conc
You cannot sense even a single thread of Lunar energy from where you are.
Roundtime: 7 sec.
R> hea
Your body feels very beat up.
Your spirit feels full of life.
You have some minor twitching.
R>
You sense a tiny amount of mana slip away from you.
R> harn 15
Doing that is not much good while floating alone out here.
> conc
You cannot sense even a single thread of Lunar energy from where you are.
Roundtime: 9 sec.
R>
With surreal luck and intuition you find the microcosm! The laws of the Plane of Abiding flow over you again, stabilizing your body in its fragile state. Caressed by reality, you gently fall back through the planar void.
[Observatory, Foyer]
A sweeping staircase draped with a royal blue carpet descends from the first floor of the observatory into this mahogany-walled foyer. A long, velvet-padded bench runs along the wall beside a gilded archway to the east. A narrower corridor opens to the north, the passage dimly lit by flickering torches.
You also see the silvery-white shard Rolagi.
Obvious exits: north.
R> say Holy crap
You say, "Holy crap."
> say I live
You say, "I live."
> huzz
You let out a loud "Huzzah!"
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