Active Mad Mage's Tower of Azdrukhal

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Izuru
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Izuru felt relieved the moment he stopped laughing. Laughing itself burnt a lot of energy in addition to flushing out his tear ducts. Any more and he might have needed to worry about a serious case of dehydration. Walking at the back of the group so that he could recover his stamina a bit. The dragonkin was incredibly concerned when the tower itself began to morph and shift around. Originally they had been in a quaint little hallway with six doors. Now they had a single path forward through what presumably was the Mad Mages library. Given that his moniker was the MAD Mage. Izuru wondered if they would be able to find anything useful in there. Hopefully the Mad Mage had some books on otherworldly abominations that he wouldn't mind Izuru taking off his hands. After that the floor shook rather violently and Izuru could only furrow his brow at how the Mad Mage had prepared his place of residence for intrusion. Sighing for a moment given that the path ahead led into even more magic related danger. The dragonkin mage tapped his cane against the ground and did his best to move without allowing the tower to get him down. Once they reached the end of this all, the Mad Mage himself would no doubt appear to challenge them either martially or intellectually.

 

[Elijay]

John

saxon Slowpokie Gaius Danius Griinia​

John listened as Eiru admitted she didn’t know how long the laughing would last. He glanced back at Carmel and Izuru, still laughing to themselves in uncontrollable fits, and sighed. “Uh, yeah… real reassuring. Guess we’ll find out eventually,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He tried not to think about what would happen if the curse didn’t wear off—laughing themselves to death didn’t sound like a great way to go.

When Eiru mentioned the Mad Mage was probably long dead, John tilted his head thoughtfully. “I mean, if he was powerful enough to enchant this whole place, why couldn’t he just prolong his own life with magic or something?” He shrugged. Maybe if he dabbled in necromancy or something, he could definitely do something like that right?

As they climbed to the next level, John took a moment to run his fingers along the vine-like decorations on the walls, admiring the green and gold details. His attention was drawn to the paintings, especially one of Ryken’s royal castle. Was this guy a noble or something perhaps? John thought to himself.

A faint vibration underfoot snapped him out of his thoughts. He paused mid-step, glancing around. “Uh… is it just me, or is the floor shaking a little?” he asked. But before he could say more, Carmel and Izuru’s laughter finally began to taper off. He turned to look at the duo, relief washing over him. “Oh, hey, look at that! It really did stop eventually!” he said with a grin.

Then, just as things seemed to settle, the hallway began to shift. John froze in place, his eyes widening as the walls rearranged themselves like puzzle pieces. The green and gold vines vanished, replaced by dark blue walls painted with silver stars, while the six doors disappeared entirely. At the far end, the room transformed into what looked like an enormous library.

At Eiru’s obvious question, John crossed his arms and answered sarcastically. “Nope, no room change here. Eiru, you sure you didn’t eat any weird fruits lying around that's making you imagine things?” he said, raising an eyebrow at her with a faint smirk.