His eyes again moved towards the window, noticing a faint light against the otherwise dark night sky.
"Hmm? Did she actually manage to trap the lightning? I was certain her hypothesis was mistaken... This I have to see.", he said, as he neatened up his workspace, in his own disorganized way. It was the sort of arrangement that was just a mess to an outside observer, but a filing system to its architect. He removed the magnifying eyepiece he wore, and set it beside his tool.
"If lightning really IS a sentient being, I will eat my Magiscopic Eye.", he mumbled as he adjusted the magical energies in his artificial eye, returning it to its normal level of magnification and light sensitivity. He threw his work apron over his chair, and made for the door.
With a brief chant and a flash of purple, he'd used his knowledge of Biomancy to augment his body. He leapt onto the roof of his workshop, and then to the taller building next door, quickly making his way across town to the laboratory where Carnelia worked.
It wasn't long before he realized that her laboratory wasn't the source of this light, nor was anything in the Empyrean city. He made his way to the edge of the city, where there were already several people gathered to look at this faint white glow.
"Out of the way, I have a portable magniscope.", he said, as he pushed through the crowd, fighting his way to the front. He was met with a few disapproving grunts and a glare or two, and a solid whack to the back of the head, nothing he wasn't used to as a member of the silver haired minority.
He once more adjusted his eye to see at greater distances, and to be more receptive to light. "Whoa...", was the only thing he could manage to utter when the eye came into focus.
In the distance was what appeared to be a huge collection of illuminated towers, the likes of which he had never seen anywhere outside of the Empyrean city, but at a scale that dwarfed even the most impressive structures his people were responsible for.
"Were those just conjured, or has an illusion concealing them just been dispelled? Perhaps they were teleported?", he asked to no one in particular. No one had any good answers.
"I have to investigate this. Any option that makes sense indicates that someone with exceptional magic, technology, or both is behind this. I have to know how they've done it!", he said.
He looked around in the crowd, trying to pick out a familiar face. It took a few seconds, but he managed to identify his coworker, Xelyan.
"Xelyan!" he called out, as he once more forced himself through the irritated crowd. "Xelyan!" he called again as he got closer.
She turned to face him, and gave him an acknowledging nod.
"Tell Solara I'll be out of the workshop for a while!", he said, as he turned and looked towards the glow, again forcing his way through the crowd.
"Tor?", she called after him, wondering what he could possibly have running through his warped little mind.
He looked over the edge of the Empyrean city, into the great lake below. He took a deep breath, and without another word, dove over the edge.
The air rushed past his face as he plummeted from the height of the city, the lake beneath him growing larger by the moment. Just a few seconds before he would hit the water's surface, he held out one hand, and a pink light pulsed from it. just then he decelerated and flipped himself such that his feet would gently touch the surface of the lake. He again looked off in the direction of the glow, with a smile on his face, and broke out into a run across the lake in its direction.
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks