one.

[freewolfmoon]

[ voice ]

I yield.

[The voice coming out of the communicator is low, little more than a growl. It's also bitter, bleak, and tinged with sarcasm.]I cast this device and its magics into your cursed fountain, and before I have taken ten steps I feel its weight on my belt once more. I abandon it underground and find it waiting for me when I emerge

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[servessithis]

It is not magic, it is technology.

[freewolfmoon]

Unlikely. Neither dwarf nor Qunari have developed anything close to its like.

[servessithis]

Qunari..? Ahem, well, you will soon find that technology here is far advanced than what you may be used to.

[freewolfmoon]

I have already seen strange things--stairs that move, lights with no fire--and been told they were "technology." I have little reason to believe it, and every reason to suspect this is a city of magic refusing to face its coming doom.

[servessithis]

Magic does exist here, but it is not responsible for those things.

[freewolfmoon]

Of course it exists. There's no escape to be had.

[servessithis]

Escape? One cannot escape from magic. It is all around us here, and in my world, within everyone.

[freewolfmoon]

[Hear that? In his voice? That is all the bitterness in the world.]

So I am aware.

[...wait.]

"Your world"?

[servessithis]

[Such anger in this one. At magic even.]

Have you not heard? This realm is a crossroads for many different worlds. We are plucked from home and deposited by whatever force is behind it.

[freewolfmoon]

[A pause.]

The work of more demons, then. Or mages.

[servessithis]

Dieties actually.

[freewolfmoon]

[Dismissively:]

Demons claiming to be gods. Hardly a new thing.

[servessithis]

Deities or demons, the important thing is that they are very powerful.

[freewolfmoon]

And untrustworthy.

[servessithis]

Just try not to get on their bad sides. One fool actually assaulted one, and we were all punished for it.