Jun 03, 2011 23:58
The Tower of High Sorcery still stood with its signs inviting those to come in, the world repeated by a helpful magic mouth. Aibghalien had clearly devoted no time -- or simply had no time -- to undoing that.
The gates stood shut, though. The wizard had not done that.
Somewhere in the depths of the sprawling halls, Aibghalien sat against a wall, one hand pressed to his head, the other to his leg where his robes showed a small bloodstain. He had, thus far, been entirely fortunate to survive so relatively unscathed against a creature which, he was forced to acknowledge, had raw power equal to his own. It did not have access to his magic item collection or his crystals, and its magic seemed slightly archaic -- but these advantages would not last forever. He had to find a way to disperse it, prevent it from restoring itself, before it managed to destroy him.
And of course, he had to do it alone. He'd told others not to come, and (entirely naively) believed they would listen to the half-request, half-command of a potent wizard. He didn't want any other lives risked...
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stephen valkonan,
hogan bight/crucible,
!location: tower of high sorcery,
aibghalien marsai,
thom