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8/5/2025, 12:01:22 AM
You’re in Umberal–the city with the biggest magic academy in Zoral, if you recall correctly. Why wouldn’t you partake in some sensory aids!? If the others are down, you reply with an eager grin, then sure! Lay it on us!
“Works for me!” Adds Volka, grinning ear to ear!
“Yea, why not?” TT shrugs.
“My warning stands. You won’t get another.” Cool, seems like Rezzie’s onboard too!
“Okay then!” Cheesti nods with renewed confidence in her voice! “Just… just relax your minds, okay? A-and please let me know if you feel any discomfort!”
As the words leave the docent’s lips, you feel space warping around you as if you were being wrapped in tinfoil! The floor disappears beneath your feet, your teeth ache as arcane energy courses through them! You feel weightless, bodiless, and even senseless for a fleeting moment.. And when your feet touch down again on solid ground, you realize you’re no longer standing on a plush carpet…
”The Khorozzeh Empire…” Cheesti’s meek voice now booms like a boxing announcer’s on fight night! “Mighty sorcerer king dynasties spanning all of Zoral!”
You’re almost too rattled to realize you’re leaning against a railing, but what tickles you to your core isn’t the warm, slightly-rough ceramic currently pressed against your hands or the fruity scent of an orchard nearby… it’s the sting of roaring winds on your cheeks daring to tug at the COOL HAT currently resting upon your head!
You don’t have to see it to realize whatever you’re standing on is flying... and it’s a long way down!
“Historians called them BELTS: city flotillas drifting across the skies like clouds–sprawling metropolises kept aloft by sheer force of will! Umberal, its FIRST iteration, at least, was but one of these cities… and home to one of the Empire’s most esteemed magical academies.”
A dull, mammoth rumbling echoes from above you as another floating fortress floats overhead–its monumental size chilling the balcony you stand on when it blocks the unseen sun!
“The Nuugal, you see, manipulated magic as easily as you or I flex a claw… gifted in intellect and the arcane, they spurned their gods in favor of their own divine endeavors… Many Chytree Loremeisters posit that we Chytree were engineered by the Nuugal… bred as a slave caste, but retaining an affinity for magic not unlike our keepers. For centuries these mages ruled the land–trading territories through magic and blood… until one day…”
Leaning on your balcony, it takes you a minute to realize just how quiet things have become…
It’s the gradual, lurching sensation in your stomach that makes you realize you’re falling!
>CONTD.
“Works for me!” Adds Volka, grinning ear to ear!
“Yea, why not?” TT shrugs.
“My warning stands. You won’t get another.” Cool, seems like Rezzie’s onboard too!
“Okay then!” Cheesti nods with renewed confidence in her voice! “Just… just relax your minds, okay? A-and please let me know if you feel any discomfort!”
As the words leave the docent’s lips, you feel space warping around you as if you were being wrapped in tinfoil! The floor disappears beneath your feet, your teeth ache as arcane energy courses through them! You feel weightless, bodiless, and even senseless for a fleeting moment.. And when your feet touch down again on solid ground, you realize you’re no longer standing on a plush carpet…
”The Khorozzeh Empire…” Cheesti’s meek voice now booms like a boxing announcer’s on fight night! “Mighty sorcerer king dynasties spanning all of Zoral!”
You’re almost too rattled to realize you’re leaning against a railing, but what tickles you to your core isn’t the warm, slightly-rough ceramic currently pressed against your hands or the fruity scent of an orchard nearby… it’s the sting of roaring winds on your cheeks daring to tug at the COOL HAT currently resting upon your head!
You don’t have to see it to realize whatever you’re standing on is flying... and it’s a long way down!
“Historians called them BELTS: city flotillas drifting across the skies like clouds–sprawling metropolises kept aloft by sheer force of will! Umberal, its FIRST iteration, at least, was but one of these cities… and home to one of the Empire’s most esteemed magical academies.”
A dull, mammoth rumbling echoes from above you as another floating fortress floats overhead–its monumental size chilling the balcony you stand on when it blocks the unseen sun!
“The Nuugal, you see, manipulated magic as easily as you or I flex a claw… gifted in intellect and the arcane, they spurned their gods in favor of their own divine endeavors… Many Chytree Loremeisters posit that we Chytree were engineered by the Nuugal… bred as a slave caste, but retaining an affinity for magic not unlike our keepers. For centuries these mages ruled the land–trading territories through magic and blood… until one day…”
Leaning on your balcony, it takes you a minute to realize just how quiet things have become…
It’s the gradual, lurching sensation in your stomach that makes you realize you’re falling!
>CONTD.
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