The mage-in-training didn't know what to do with the vortex. He had a plan for what he'd make on the west side of this white land, a great sea, with a few buildings on the coast, maybe a lighthouse, and a few islands, maybe an underwater castle in the west edge. However, he didn't know what to do with the tall, slim whirlpool that he had just created. He likely couldn't move it without risking it's collapse, but he felt he had no right to destroy it. Perhaps, later, he could apply a blessing to the spiral, affecting those who entered it. Perhaps it would teleport them, providing a quick means of travel, or perhaps it could grant water-breathing, maybe even transformation into a creature of the sea, to grant access to it's grand depths..that is, when it is complete. Could one even enter the vortex safely? Was there even a risk of danger? He tried his best to analyze the nature and limits of the vortex. He took his quill, and began making note of these possibilities. When the voice of another mage rang his way, he felt glad to encounter one of the other, more experienced inhabitants here. His expectation of Southern hospitality was cut short by the great scar covering the other's visage. He felt, for a moment, repulsed, but brought himself back together, and said, "I don't think I could be of any help. I only have spells to a single degree of magnitude, and I could use a golem or two first. I did see Flophat- or Fauxhat, as you called him -a little to my north, so he may be going for..what's the place called again?" His tome floated back to his front, and opened to it's last two pages, which contained a map. "Donut Island. Might want to check there first. I'll stay a little to the north, in case he walks back this way".
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Topic: ZL (2016) (Read 39120 times)