Office of the Master Scribe | This chamber is furnished tastefully with cherry wood panels | and the occasional matching book-laden cabinet. Spaced * | evenly along the walls are polished brass sconces in the | | shape of inkpots, each bearing a golden candle in the place W-* @ * | of a quill. The floor is immaculately swept and not a speck | | | | of dust is to be found, thanks to the ever-critical eye *-*-*-*| of Keeb. The room is filled with the aroma of fresh wood, | | even in the wintertime. A fireplace with a finely carved * | oak mantel lies at the east wall, and the broad windows, ---------+ framed by warm burgundy-coloured velvet drapes, let in enough light that the space feels refreshingly airy.
[Exits: south] A large, comfortable looking suite sits here. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. (Glowing) A large black board is here, waiting to be covered with ideas. A magical little fairy is here with an enormous beard and an even bigger wizard hat.
You lean back and streeeeeettch your arms and legs.
<MYSTIC> Glorwinda the Psi-Ascetic gossips: 'The winds welcome your return, Foggledonk the Sage of Arcane Power, Savant of Physical.'
<HERALD> (Master Scribe) Trillian : 'Foggie! What fortuitous timing!'
<MYSTIC> (Savant) Foggledonk : 'I did read the note. A fascinating endeavor I must say.'
<HERALD> (Master Scribe) Trillian : 'Let us gather and put our minds together then!'
<MYSTIC> (Savant) Foggledonk : 'Agreed! I will see you at the Rest.'
Office of the Master Scribe | This chamber is furnished tastefully with cherry wood panels | and the occasional matching book-laden cabinet. Spaced * | evenly along the walls are polished brass sconces in the | | shape of inkpots, each bearing a golden candle in the place W-* @ * | of a quill. The floor is immaculately swept and not a speck | | | | of dust is to be found, thanks to the ever-critical eye *-*-*-*| of Keeb. The room is filled with the aroma of fresh wood, | | even in the wintertime. A fireplace with a finely carved * | oak mantel lies at the east wall, and the broad windows, ---------+ framed by warm burgundy-coloured velvet drapes, let in enough light that the space feels refreshingly airy.
[Exits: south] A large, comfortable looking suite sits here. A desk covered with soft leather rests here facing a window. (Glowing) A large black board is here, waiting to be covered with ideas. A magical little fairy is here with an enormous beard and an even bigger wizard hat.
Foggledonk walks in.
You wave at Foggledonk.
Foggledonk says 'How are you Trillian!'
Foggledonk says 'It is a pleasure seeing you in the flesh.'
You say 'So, tell me! What are your thoughts? Pulling one reality to another, stabilizing it, isolating attributes.'
You say 'You think it can be done?'
You say 'Of course, of course it is lovely to see you as well.'
Foggledonk says 'I do think it can be done.'
You say 'Where are my manners.'
Foggledonk says 'Impossible is barely a word in my vocabulary.'
You nod.
You nod.
You say 'That's why I came to you!'
Foggledonk says 'I would know what your overall objective is. What do you seek to achieve by doing this?'
You say 'Pick the goal! Worry about finding the path later.'
You say 'A peculiar question. How to answer...'
You say 'I suppose my primary goal is to validate my research on realities.'
You say 'I could feel others doubting it.'
You say 'Even though I thought my evidence was quite compelling.'
You say 'But a machine that could stabilize the impact, that could access different realities!'
You say 'Now that would be truly undeniable.'
Foggledonk says 'Have you considered there may be a cost to this? It's something that has never been done before. There may be repercussions.'
You clap your hands together.
You say 'I love reprecussions! We could use a little excitement.'
A small tabby cat walks in.
You say 'I do have an ulterior motive as well.'
You say 'I was thinking would could help Val out a bit.'
You say 'She has been positively dreary since the book was banished.'
Foggledonk says 'Do you now? I expect nothing less from Trillian, Vaudevillian.'
You say 'Moping about pining for her unborn child. Why her poetry has been positively depressing!'
A small tabby cat walks south.
You say 'Not that she doesn't look good in black.'
Foggledonk says 'Helping Val is reason enough for me! Say no more!'
You say 'But I wouldn't mind restoring the spring to her step so to speak.'
Foggledonk says 'I haven't crossed paths with her in some time I'm afraid to say.'
You nod.
You nod.
You say 'What do you know of her current maternal turn?'
Foggledonk says 'Very little. Solmundi impregnated her prior to her marriage to Dwiggans?'
Foggledonk says 'Or was it after?'
You say 'It is hard to say with Gods. It would seem she had his seed. But it is a bit more... literal than the normal turn of affairs.'
You say 'She planted it in the High Heralds garden.'
You say 'She waits for it to grow.'
You say 'I know she has beseeched Vevier to speed the process but received no response I'm afraid.'
You say 'We had thought to open the Kes Arcanum and use its magics to help but we both know how that turned out.'
Foggledonk nods.
You say 'Oh dear. Do keep these bits in confidence, would you?'
You say 'We are quite cross with Wyl-wyl and Illy at the moment.'
Foggledonk says 'Of course.'
You say 'I'd hate for them to interfere again.'
You say 'Positively drab affair that would be.'
Foggledonk nods.
Foggledonk says 'My lips are sealed.'
You say 'So anyway! I had thought proof of my theories could coincide with helping her out!'
Foggledonk nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.
You say 'If her goal is to speed her little godling along, well where better than Acadia?'
Foggledonk says 'I believe I can construct such a device.'
You say 'Time does flow differently there.'
You say 'If we could project Acadia over the garden.'
Foggledonk says 'I will begin making plans in my laboratory.'
You say 'We may just fell two birds with one stone.'
You clap at Foggledonk's actions.
You say 'Splendid!'
You now follow Foggledonk.
Foggledonk says 'I imagine we'll need more than one...'
Foggledonk says 'But where should we place this first one?'
You say 'I have been thinking we should take this step-by-step.'
You say 'First a prototype.'
Foggledonk says 'Have you considered a location?'
You say 'For the prototype?'
You say 'Indeed, indeed!'
You say 'By my theories there are a few elements here.'
You say 'The ethereal plane is the glue realm between all realities.'
You say 'So we need to access the ethereal but broaden and stabilize that effect so it doesn't vanish as quickly as those fleeting portals.'
You say 'That's step 1.'
You say 'Then we need to attune to a reality of our choosing. Step 2.'
You say 'Next we overlay the attuned reality over Serin as in Emerald Forest. Step 3.'
You say 'And ideally we would eventually isolate just the attributes we wish to project. Step 4.'
Foggledonk says 'Choosing our reality to attune to may prove difficult.'
You say 'Perhaps, perhaps!'
Foggledonk says 'It is much easier to target a specific reality.'
You say 'I believe elemental canyon can trivialize the attunement phase for our prototype.'
Foggledonk says 'Why do you say that?'
You say 'I suspect each corner is already a fused reality like Emerald.'
Foggledonk sits down and thinks deeply.
You say 'If we set up shop there it may handle the attuning for us.'
Foggledonk says 'You may be on to something there.'
Foggledonk says 'Brilliant!'
Foggledonk pats you on your head.
You giggle.
Foggledonk wiggles his ears.
You say 'So! To step 1!'
You say 'I confess, beyond the theory, I am rather counting on you for this one...'
Foggledonk does a backflip.
Foggledonk says 'I will not disappoint!'
Foggledonk wiggles his bottom.
***************** Many renewals later *****************
A bit of pixie dust sheds off Foggledonk. Foggledonk flies east. You follow Foggledonk. The Earth Chamber o-o | Earth magic permeates the ground and rocks here, as if it | | | has shaped this part of the cavern into a formal chamber or o-o | audience hall. Boulders have been arranged in perfect symmetry | | | along the outer parts of the chamber, while a huge, stone o-o-@ | throne has been crafted into the far eastern wall. The only | exit is back into the cavern to the west. | | | ---------+
[Exits: west] (Glowing) A trail of pixie dust leading west. (Translucent) (Yellow Aura) Foggledonk the Sage of Arcane Power, Savant of Physical is here. A dust cloud blowing by makes you sneeze. A small rock is here. A small rock is here. (White Aura) The Ruler of the earth elementals stares at you impassively.
Foggledonk flies west. You follow Foggledonk. Deep in the Cavern o-o-o | You are fairly deep inside this large cavern. The air is | | | musty and still, betraying no hint that it mingles with o-o | the air in the canyon outside. Something about this place | | | is not natural. It's as if the entire cavern is humming o-@-o | or pulsating. From here, you can move north or west, or | enter a bigger chamber to the east. | | | ---------+
[Exits: north east west] (Glowing) A trail of pixie dust leading east. (Translucent) (Yellow Aura) Foggledonk the Sage of Arcane Power, Savant of Physical is here. A small blob of acid aimlessly eats away at the stone.
Trillian bounces up and down with anticipation.\
You say 'Do you think it will work?'
Foggledonk pulls out the portal device from his bag.
Foggledonk nods.
You giggle.
Foggledonk says 'Of course I do.'
Trillian sits down cross-legged to watch the assembly process.
Foggledonk unfolds each leg of the tripod carefully.
Trillian starts pulling dirt out of his belt pouches.
Foggledonk sets up the tripod on a flat area of the ground.
Trillian packs dirt around each leg of the tripod.
You say 'Dirt from the High Herald's courtyard.'
You shrug.
You say 'Worth a shot!'
You say 'Maybe we will see a transferred effect.'
Foggledonk twists several knobs, presses several buttons, and gives the device a light kick.
You say 'The moment of truth?'
The gyroscope in the center begins spinning slowly, picking up speed quickly as Foggledonk watches with anticipation.
Foggledonk phases back into existence.
Trillian covers his eyes with both hands. He is quite obviously peeking.
Deep in the Cavern o-o-o | You are fairly deep inside this large cavern. The air is | | | musty and still, betraying no hint that it mingles with o-o | the air in the canyon outside. Something about this place | | | is not natural. It's as if the entire cavern is humming o-@-o | or pulsating. From here, you can move north or west, or | enter a bigger chamber to the east. | | | ---------+
[Exits: north east west] A strange mechanical tripod is here, humming softly. A mystic tempest is here, swirling with elemental might. A medium-sized elemental is here. A mud monster slops around. A mud monster slops around. A small rock is here. A medium-sized elemental is here. A small blob of acid aimlessly eats away at the stone. A dust cloud blowing by makes you sneeze. A small blob of acid aimlessly eats away at the stone. Foggledonk the Sage of Arcane Power, Savant of Physical is here.
Foggledonk pulls a portal catalyst out of his bag and cracks it, spreading it over the spinning gyroscope.
Trillian cheers silently.
You say 'So... is it working?'
Foggledonk says 'I have no idea!'
Foggledonk says 'Let's keep watching!'
You giggle.
Trillian hums merrily.
You say 'Observation! A cornerstone of research!'
Trillian peers intently at the machine.
examine tripod
A three-legged machine is here, standing about four feet high and mounted firmly into the ground. It makes a faint humming sound that appears to emanate from a central cylinder spinning rapidly within the body of the machine. A set of pulsating crystals are set into a small panel near the objects center. The machine gives an occasional spurt and throws off fizzing blue sparks which causes it to almost fade from view, like a desert mirage.
You nod.
You nod.
You say 'It's certainly running!'
The device begins vibrating heavily and with purple sparks falling to the ground as Foggledonk's eyes widen.
You say 'Well, I suppose I don't know what I was expecting!'
Foggledonk says 'That fact that it hasn't imploded on itself tells me it's working...'
You say 'If we are in a hybrid reality of Serin and Elemental Earth why would it change?'
You say 'I agree!'
You say 'I say we leave it running. Surely some effect will become visible eventually.'
Foggledonk nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.
You say 'And I am sure whoever sees it will report it to the Heralds?'
Foggledonk says 'What's the worst that could possibly happen?'
You say 'Why wouldn't they?'
Foggledonk throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Trillian hums merrily.
You say 'Very little, very little.'
You say 'I am certain.'
Trillian caresses the machine gingerly.
You say 'Go forth little prototype. Do your work and we shall improve upon you!'
Foggledonk smiles happily.
Foggledonk pats A mechanical tripod reassuringly.
You say 'Now then, you mentioned something about Redhorne?'
Foggledonk says 'Let us venture there!'
poke tripod
A mechanical tripod's plasma arc *** DEVASTATES *** you!
