| Proceed with confidence.
You follow the Warden out the door. Checking back, it would seem that you just walked out of a space-defying doorway set upright in the dirt. Hm.
The Warden leads you down a narrow path through thick trees. Noticing a sound coming from above, you look up and see strange birds singing, and even stranger plants like moving strings up in the canopy. They all move together to produce a song. A faintly familiar melody.
(As an addition to the "proceed" action, ask her where "here" is.)
"You said here. What do you mean by that? "I mean this plane, this universe. Souls arrive here from outside, and never leave, never are destroyed. From outside, this place would seem a hell; a trap that can never be escaped from. But if we're stuck here anyways, why concern ourselves with how it appears from outside? For our purposes, practically, this is All That Is."
| / | | Jump into the hole, to see where it leads.
You peer down the hole. The light flowing into the room reveals a jagged wall of rock, then... nothing. Darkness. The Warden clears her throat. You jump in.
The light from above passes away, and you're left in darkness. You see nothing, you feel weightless. If not for the air rushing past your head you would sense nothing at all. You float like this for... your brain doesn't keep track. You feel your heart race. Then something approaches, the sensation lasting only a moment before you mpack
| X | | Mind-stun this person with our aura of intimidation, to prepare her for proper interrogation.
If it's possible to change material by your will, surely it's possible to do the same to people. You... think out to the Warden, actualizing your perception of her like your perception of the rock, and considering a way in which she could be different in an unseen way. Subserviant to you, fearful, maybe.
Nothing seems to happen. Would you know if anything had, you wonder? Maybe you need to try this differently. The ground moved while you were touching it, maybe this requires physical access?
Moving as silently as possible, you approach the Warden's back and touch her, putting your palm on the armor plate covering her back while instantly thinking the command you tried before. [10] This time, you feel you think something, a sensible click which tells you that you have successfully tried a thing.
The First Warden moves quickly, turning to face you, making distance, and drawing her sword all within the same movement. Her blade is a thin line of glowing blue, held in the space separating you. "An interesting attempt."
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