For those wondering at the slow start, well, let's just say I'm coking up some ideas for later. Also, Happy Thanksgiving!
Yes. You dramatically raise one arm and draw a mountain from the earth. Belching smoke and fire, it coats all the land in ash. Rivulets of blackened water run down your face. A terrible hail of pumice and other rock scores the ground around you. The rain and fire clash, and the torrents of lava begin spewing forth from the caldera. The molten rock gushes down the mountainside, with fingers of flame clutching at everything near.
Next you draw lines in the sky, and at your command the storm sends bolts of electricity arcing across these lines. You time the strikes perfectly, and compose a symphony of explosive force. Guitars wail in the background.
You decide that you've done enough, for now, and leave the dreamscape to its own devices. You feel ready to wake up.You awaken in the seemingly infinite stairwell and stretch your arms. Ouch! You back hurts like hell. Maybe sleeping on this hard metal landing wasn't the best of ideas. You wobble to your feet and begin the endless march once more.
After uncountable flights and what feels like several hours, you sit down and look up.
"Uhg," is all you can manage when you discover that the entrance isn't any closer than it was before. You look instead to the next landing. Wait, what's that? A lift! Awesome! You start slogging up the last two cliff-like flights of stairs, and take one final rest before getting on. You take a drink, but realize that you're almost out of water. You still have about one and a half... Plump helmets were they? Whatever, they aren't very appetizing anyway.
After a few minutes, you step onto the lift and poke at the controls. It shudders to life and moves up, going faster and faster until it starts getting difficult to stand. You sincerely hope it will be able to slow down in time. The wind whooshes past your ears and whistles through the holes in the steel grate floor. You notice a handle in the center of the floor, and instinctively grab hold with both hands. As soon as you do, the air is filled with the unholy keening of the elevator's brakes. Inertia reverses gravity for a moment, and you fly upwards. Your arms just barely remain in their sockets until you've slowed enough to land. Despite the screaming pain, you focus enough to heal some of the muscle rips in your shoulders before blacking out.
A while later, you return to the land of the living.
Everything achesssss..... you think to yourself. You focus your aura once more and finish up the healing process. Something tells you that the sun's up, so you lurch to a sitting position. You close your eyes-a symbolic gesture, really; there's not enough light to see very far, and you lost the lamp a while back. You scan the local area with your mind, see no signs of life. You look further, and note that the sun is indeed up. It's about noon. Nothing else catches your attention.
With that business taken care of, you look around as best you can with your eyes, but to no avail. You look up once more, but don't see the light that you had been striving for. You then remember that you little magical knife buddy Fortresssparks emits light. At that moment it's in your hand, shining brightly.
You are on a platform, and there appears to be a door across from you. Behind you is the lift o' doom, and to your left is a descending staircase. On your right there is a small railing, then blackness.
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