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!!Oo43raDvH61 12/05/09(Sat)02:28 No.7009265Toying with an ancient arcane artifact is a dangerous endeavour, and so is staying in the mage tower any longer. You send everyone into sewers with whatever valuables they can carry. Art, books, money, everything. After they vanish into the underground you make your way down toward the machine and bask in its blueish radiance. Preparing to experiment with the machine you focus dark energy into your arm and prepare to manipulate the delicate machine.
Above the sound of the humming and clanking machine, there is the sound of footsteps. Behind you and through the exit of the cave you can hear something approach but can see nothing. The echoing finally stops, but the sound of foot steps becomes more distinct, it has entered the room.
The sound of footsteps comes to a halt and it is accompanied by a voice, "So it is you, your worry was ironic I see." Although ethereal and disjointed, sounding like a ghost it is the voice of the prince. Swirling dusts of sand slowly accumulate in the stagnant air, and piece by piece the frame of a man made of sand forms before you. The featureless sand body then with another sudden spell gives off the illusion of the prince as though he were there in the flesh.
"There, now we can talk. I am sorry to say it can not be person to person, but I would be wise to be distant and wary of you." |