The days have gone by at an erratic rate. Sometimes it all blurs together, sometimes it slows to a crawl. I don't really keep track of it. I have no reason to mark the days, since they don't really have any meaning to me. The hands I passed the fort to were capable enough. We're doing better than we were. I should check, but it's so taxing...
I might have occupied a number of different bodies, and I think I've come to a realization I'm forcing them out, or sharing the same space. I take nothing but their senses, and their motor skills, but only from time to time. Sometimes I take over completely, and then--then there is nothing left but me. For some periods, I can vacate the bodies, and wander freely. Oddly, perceptions are shaded in black and white, with limited color. All about, the fortress there are shards of colors, some blue, orange, purple, green, red, yellow--
Ow. It's so hard to read all of the colors. I've made just a few connections, that some are associated with items, locations, bits and pieces of natural objects, and most unusually, people. Not everyone contains the kaleidoscope, but I'm certain I've seen some of these forumites before. I've passed them in the halls, and they've been deep in thought, or directing the rest of us. Interesting.
What's more though, is the items. The bone helm comes to mind as a good example of it. I wandered to the surface briefly, before turning tail and -- well, I guess it wouldn't be running -- fled from the creatures on the surface. The dead seemed fully aware I was there, and knew where I was. That was unsettling. But, for the time I was there, I found the crown, still sitting in the remains of the broken tree, fire flashing in and out of existence, with the crown literally glowing--purple. No other color could really be seen. I'm certain there were traces, but I just remember the purple. Given it's sour history, I wonder what it means? I don't think anything good...
So it's clear, my character has no understanding of magic, but knows of it's existence. What he's perceiving here, is what his limited state can comprehend. I'm mostly looking at Glass and Smoke Mirrors, since they're primarily driving the magic plot.