The Enryu Tower is built a font of power, a leyline that allows it exist both everywhere and nowhere simultaneously, in several realities and in none. Drawing closer to it reminded you of the sun setting, of leaves falling in autumn. Do you dare enter?
Through ironwood doors, you find yourself in the center of the tower, wisps of magelight and flames encircling the expanse that continued upward. Runic inscriptions placed onto talismans plastered onto doors; one left, one right. Which do you take?
You climb through the door and find a common room akin to a modern living room. Well-ventilated, with plenty of light sources, and a cozy arrangement. You find a young man with hair as dark as onyx and eyes like scarlet silk. He looked up from the leather-bound book he held to regard you."A visitor! Welcome to Enryu Tower. I'm Tachikuma, who are you?"
"A friend is always welcome here! Make yourself at home, just don't touch anything that glows. Let me tell you about myself."The jovial young man snaps his book shut and rose to his full height, extending a hand to you. The book by his side floated on its own, a faint glow to its leatherbound cover, and it catches your eye. Do you shake his hand, or do you reach out to the book?
Wizards who specialize in the School of Evocation are called 'Evokers'. The most recognizable of all wizard archetypes - The blaster, the elementalist, the wielder of raw magical power in all its glory. Tachikuma appears to be one such wizard, the regalia of an evoker and a wizard of high status.He mentioned having built Enryu Tower himself. To have built any structure on one's own is a testament to their abilities. A tower such as his must have taken years, if not decades to construct, and yet he claims to have built it in a day. If the tower housed all the arcane wonders within, what kind of power is housed within the man's own body?It does not seem like Tachikuma follows the adage of "With great power comes great responsibility." He lives in relative comfort, does mundane chores such as groceries and laundry, and even has the luxury of playing and streaming games. He also had a penchant for swords or blades. Eccentric, but great, potential wasted? Or are the forces he contends with......beyond contestation?
STR: ★★★☆☆DEX: ★★★★☆CON: ★★★☆☆INT: ★★★★★WIS: ★★☆☆☆CHA: ★★★☆☆
Name - Tachikuma EnryuAge - "27"Race - "Human"Alignment - True NeutralElemental strengths - Fire and Force
Elemental weaknesses - Water and PsychicExpertise - Evocation, Abjuration, N̷̛͙͚̳̦̯̅͋̍̒͜͠ẽ̶̫̞̬̝̬̺̰͆͆̀̌͐͐̈́͜c̶̢̘̼͔̘̯̫̟͎̈́̾̄̍̔̔̾̃͑̃͠r̶̤̠̤̃̍͛͆̕o̸̺̼͇͒̄̓́̈́̚m̷͕̤̪̮̻̿̋͋͆̎̈́͆̑̕͜a̶̰̝̯͙͎͎͇̿̈́͌ṋ̸̩̺̲̤͚̓̑̎͝ͅc̴͉̯͚̳̊̈́̂̽y̸̥̳͋̃̅̒̓̒͒̒̆, Enchantment
Your hand brushes past the extended hand extended to you, opting to touch the glowing book instead. As soon as your fingertips touched the leatherbound covering, memories flashed before your eyes. Like watching a film, but each frame was from a different movie."Ah. I told you."His words echo through your head, and the memories disappeared as quickly as they appeared, leaving you in enveloping darkness and deafening silence. You look behind you to witness more of nothingness, and look back ahead to stare directly at a giant eyeball larger than yourself, glowing red with smoldering interest.Unblinking, you see a figure within the pupil of the eye...
Ÿ̶͉̇̾̓͊̄o̶͕͑͋̉̍̏u̶͍͎̔͑̋͝ ̷̣̲̟̇̈͝h̵̡̤͔̹̿̍̋́a̷̧̟̹̠̔̑̈́̓v̷̩̯͈̺̀̌e̸͙̕̕͝ ̵̘̮͎̳̲̑͑͋̉͐̋l̶͕̬̤͍̯̈̈́̽̈́͘͜͝o̶̡͚̼̯̅͆̊͊̕͠o̵̤̩͆̕k̷͎̐̊͂͠ẻ̵͓͑ḓ̶̳̩͎̺͝ ̵͍̣̬̱́͛͒̋͊͝w̶̹͚͙̺̽̀͜ͅh̴͈͓͔͔̩͛̏̈́̏̽e̴͍̼̙̥̿̈́́̽r̴̐̾͜e̴͔̊̈́̅̅͌͗ ̴̭̺̱͖̔͒̉͠y̵̳̏o̶̹̐̑͐u̵͍̠͜͝ ̴̥̉̉s̵̨̛̙̮̤̟͗̈́̀h̶̨̧̓͛̈́̚ô̴̞͖ȕ̵̩͔̼̇l̵̞͍͈̪̋̽̈́̿̕͠ḑ̵̱̣͖̫̏͋̎̔͌ņ̷̱͖̰̩͙̄'̷̼̙̫̉t̸͖̣͌̾̏͊̅ ̶̙̳̘͙̺̻̽͋͛͘h̶͇̥̯͊̈́̍͑̐͂͜ã̸̪̠͘v̵̥̘̜̻̈́̾̂͝ȅ̷͙̣͎͉̃͝.̸̹̘̃̇͂̑͑The premonition of rain upon seeing stormclouds, the feel of chill upon witnessing leafless trees, the gnawing hunger at an unfortunate harvest. The domain of the King lay within inevitability, of consequences certain, like seasons passing.From the flashes of memories you have seen, it can only be surmised that the King is He who slays and captures gods. He is who brings the end of worlds, to destroy their entirety in the present, and in the annals of history. He is the one who remains, the only one to remember, the only one to have witnessed.Alas, the agents of Time took to Him unkindly, contending against Him in every manner possible. Alone, with no allies, with his destiny of destruction a heavy cloak upon his shoulders, the King set his eyes upon this world to escape Time and Her agents. He forestalled this world's impending doom, to witness and experience the world's joys and beauties.When Time finds Him, their battle will destroy this world. Existence, erased. Only He shall remember and be proof that this world once lived.
STR: ★★★★☆DEX: ★★★★☆CON: ★★★★★INT: ★★★★★WIS: ★★★☆☆CHA: ★★★☆☆
I̶̺̎ ̸̮̻̘̇̋̋͘̕ͅa̶̪̱̎́m̷̛̪̅ ̵̹̘̙̮̓̌͒w̶̰̙̥̓h̷̻̅͂́͒͜ȯ̵͎̙͆̎̃̑ ̶̝̹̻̂͠c̵͎̞̣̑a̴̧͐̄͌̏͠p̵̜͇͎͊̑͗̚͜t̴̫̝͌ụ̵͇̏̀̕r̷͍̘̥̽̈́́͒͘ė̶̞̠͎͌́͋̕͜s̷̺̳̮̩̈́̅ ̶͇͚̦̩̰͊͗͌̃͠a̵̡̼̹̼̍n̵͓͚̬͓̽̆͊̚d̷̢͇̒̃̒ ̷̰̫̹̽͌s̶̢̱͐̅l̵̨̹̅̄̚a̵̜͗͗y̸̺̹̘̓̒s̷̡̭̽̎ ̸̬̉̒͋͛g̵̜̠̝̻̃̒̃͗o̵̪̹͚̲͗̐͊ͅd̶̰̟̬̾̊̆s̴̬͒
̴̤̊̓͂̅I̶̦̎̂͑͒͠ ̵̱̺͍̱̂̊̆h̷̜̩̙͋͆̅͗á̷̪͙̌̉v̴̜̰̬̅͒̌͠͠e̶͙̱̅͂͂̆͝ ̶̺͌͐̐s̸̨͓͕̳̯̽̈̈́̇̕ȩ̶̋̀͒͌͝e̴̡̩̭̪̻͗̂͊̊̀ṇ̶̢̍̏ ̶͙̌̃̍t̶̡̬͉̞͐̽͑̌͘ͅh̵͉̆͑̇͝͠ĕ̴͇̥̙͂̌ ̵̨̪̻̭̙̿͊̓̂e̶͎̔̑n̶̙̳̦͝d̷͚͉̍ ̵̱͈̱͓̍̓̓̅o̸̡̜̲̥̹͊f̷̣̠̃̊̈͊͠ ̴̥̺̉̽̉͋̚å̵̡͙̙̺̄̎͜͝͝l̴̰͇̲̜̇l̷̯̬̝͔̋̈́͆̏ ̸͓̜͇͍̀̇l̵͚̋̔̒͒͝i̴̦͈̫̇f̴͈̺́̋͒͑̕e̴̢͓̭͗͒̈́̕
̶͎̹͔̎͘͝W̵̮̞͔̋͝i̷̡̧͇̬̦̇͗̋t̷͉̱̍n̶̛͇̼͍͕̭̽͒͝e̷͉̰͕̻̐s̷̪̈́̾̌͋s̴̬͍̈́̂̐ ̵̡̛͕̏͗̍̆t̵͕͈͋̾̿h̸̨̡̞͠e̵̡̞̘̜̊̎̅ ̴̙͍̺̥̱̓̐̓c̸̼̼͎̙̮̑y̷̙̮͖̽͊̇͆̚c̵̳͒̒͘l̷͓̥̰͋̈́͐ě̵̦̤̊͑̚̕ ̶͐ͅö̸̘̼͊̈́̚f̷͉̹̽̅͑͆͒ ̴̘̇̑̅̉̃l̵̢̯̈́͒̅i̴͇͓͋̄f̴͙̰͍̎͠ȩ̷͈̃
̸͍̝͙̉U̷̼̰͊̃̊̓n̷̘̰̓̓͛t̸͎̣̹̰̥͒͛̕ĭ̵̼͇̋̃l̷̜̪̈́ ̴̻͓̄I̵̭̊̚ ̶̜̈́̾g̷̛̬̅̀͝r̵̯̣̮̝͎̍͋̆̒a̵̛͈̜͒͑̕͜n̶͖̄̐̎̇t̴̹͚̜̝̉ ̸̧̨͓͙̔͌͝y̷̰͇͔͈̔̂̕ô̷͇̾ű̷̢͉͎̲̲͒̈́͆ ̷͇͙̣͍̓̇̽̆̉t̷͚̎͒͌͐h̴̢̰̆̎͠ẽ̵̻͓̅̀ ̸̥͇̺̺̎̾̎͗m̴̨̰͈̙͈̓͐͘e̴̞̓̅͜͠r̴̩̈̈́̌c̵͎̩̊y̴̞̔͘͝ ̶͔̓o̶̙̥̳̞̯͂ḟ̵͋͂̾ͅ ̴̢͇͊̈d̶͍͉̮̯͌e̸̤̹̊͆͊̉s̴̛̙̼͑̈́̚t̸̬͂͑̂̍r̵͓̾ǘ̶͓͉̘͙̥c̶͔̆̓̆ť̶͇̤́́̈́í̷̫͇̻́͗̕o̴̹̩̓n̶̲͌
̷͕͛̌̆͝T̵̤̭͖̲͈̋ḩ̶͚̜̒̊ͅa̴̪̋̆͆̇̕t̶̻̭̞̩͒͌ ̶̨̧͎͗y̴̞͆̐o̵̧͠ǔ̷͎̃̇ ̴̞͖̰̰̎͋͆l̸̛͚̯̥͔̝͆͋͆̅į̶̛̱͎̩̲͂͋v̴͕̰̙͙͌̿̐̑ͅe̶͓͎̎̌̎̇ ̴̩͑̀n̸̼̯͈͓͋̇͛͊ǫ̶̤̱͕̝̓͝t̷͉̋̽̇͝ ̶̢̧͐̀̒t̸͈̪͝o̷̙͍̼͘ͅ ̷̱͔̬͘s̶̛͖̦̒̔ę̴̳͍̈́̽̇͗͊e̶̲̎ ̸̛̳̈́̔̀ỵ̵̬̎̈́͋o̵͕̔̈͒̆̈u̵͎̭̱r̵̢̬̳̠̯̍s̸̛̼̥͒̅̚͘ê̵̡͕̘̞̇̌̂ͅl̶͍̺̀̄̈́̾f̴̝̥̦̓̕ ̶̨̢̥͚͉̀͑͒s̵̢̜͎̝͝u̷̬̫͆ͅf̷̜̰̫̄̌̊͑̓͜f̴̮͊͋̎͝e̵̫͍͂̎̊͋r̴͎̭̥͂͜ ̶̣̲̀̐̇͜͠n̶̠̱͔͐̐̎ë̶͚͉̣̣́͠ẽ̷͍d̸̬̃̾̓̓̇ͅl̵̢͎̝͖̥̔e̷͈̜͛̂̀͊͝s̴̹͐̆͜ͅs̷͙͔̠̃̐̚l̶̦̯̥̰̣̃̍̒y̴̪̬͕̭͗͆
̶͕̫̟̽̒̅̆̿
̵̤̈́̃͝W̸̧̧̦̜̏̋͋́̀h̶̩̣̥̤̮͛͆e̶̢̺͙̐̈n̴̺͚̮͂͌͝͠ ̵͆T̸̫̟̊̆͂ḭ̸͐̊̊́͘m̵͙̠̒́̔̚e̴͕̭̋̒̈̚͠ ̸̛̯̣̉͗a̷̡̙̩͗͝g̵̮̩̜̫͊ȇ̸̳͖̈́̾s̶̞̄ ̷̧̡̲̽̂y̴͓͈̘̟̎͂̐̌͘ơ̵͍̣̳͂̊̋̔͜u̷̬͔̽͌͐r̷͙̣̩͒ ̸̤̪͉̅̽͐͘b̶͔͚̤͘o̷̡͐͐d̴̡͇͓̽̌͠ý̸͙̟̮̅̚
̸̨͕̹̈́A̸̢͐̓̊̕ņ̴̤̹͔͐̒͊̂d̸̙͑͋̕ ̵̦̯̱͓̣͝d̷͔̆͐̿͂͊e̸̙͍̕͘͝͠ͅv̸̯̮̮͓̩̐̉̅ǫ̵̧̟̰͎̓̈́̎̅͘ụ̶̘̥͖̅̎͗r̴͗͆͆͜s̴̨̱̰̓̔̀͠ ̵̘͇̹̈́̐̎̋͝ȳ̷̧͇̼o̵̯̪̯̟͌̓ų̵̭̜͕̯̓̎ṙ̵̦̙̥͍͐̈̀̀ ̵̡͕͒̆͆͂m̷̡̪̻͌̿ȩ̷̱͖͗͐ͅṃ̷͛̍õ̸̬̅r̷̙̜̞̊̆͠y̶̱̠̍̋͘͘
̴̡̯̆͌̏̎̈́K̴͓̿͠n̴͇̯͈͈̑͛ö̴̠̭̻͎̮́̕w̸͖͂͜ ̵͙̝̱̈́t̸̘͂̊̿̂͐h̴͍͖͉̘͇̎̒̇̽a̶̺͈͋͗t̸̡̧̺̦̒ ̸̙͐I̴̫̮̘͎̒̒ ̸̨̣̮͙̳͐͑͛͒w̴̨͇̭̏̄́i̸̤̼͂l̸̰̞͇̆l̷̳̯̳̉ ̸͕̫̳̈͠d̵̨̢̨̳̟͠ȩ̵̩̦̟̓͐͜s̶͕̭̝̾̑t̶̢̮̎͆̎r̴̼͐̾͌̋õ̵͕̻̯̩͑͊͑y̷̳̹̅̆ ̷̛̞͇͑a̷̹͇̳͛͌͑͗͊ͅl̷̯̿̈ḽ̷͐̈
̴̪̄̈̂͠U̶̯̾̐͋̾͠n̷̠̩͌͘ṭ̴̟̘͕̙͋͊̇̓ḭ̶̅͜l̴̛̜̞̤̪̍̄͌ ̶̧̎e̴̡͕̳͋͗̌̎v̶̛̞̅̋̌ẻ̸̡͗̒r̶̯̹̙͕͓̎̉͒y̵̞̙̐̃̈́̉͝ţ̵̲̹͋̄͊͘h̵̥̤̰̐̋̔͘͜ȋ̷̤͔̹̲̙̋̍̚͘n̸̮̠̲̹͆̎͝g̸̝̩̺͐̀̇ ̴͉͙̐͋̇i̶̯̙̼̎̿͊ṣ̵̯̲̄̈́͠ ̷̻͉͉̺̑͠b̷̬̝͉͌̈́͂̔ǔ̶̯̒t̶̢͖̼̆͒ ̴͓̙͒ḑ̶̨̬͆a̷̡̳̹̽̓͗r̴̳̪̬̪̉k̸̍͑̈ṇ̶̨̠̠̾͐e̴͖̫̳͐͐͑s̴͖̯̥̆̃̿s̸͔̥̅
̶͈͛͋̉͘Ã̶̮̰̮̦̎̊͊n̸̦̯̩̭̯͘ḏ̷̡̹̌͜ ̵̫̱̥̰͂͒͊I̷̻̙̬͑ ̴̬̌̋̓̄ẇ̸̤̮̤̞̎ȉ̷̛͉̥͖̜̘́̾l̴̝̱͇̦̕̕l̷͔̯̝̎̄̚͠ ̴̻̪̼̽̿͝e̶̜̞͈̋m̸̘̋̓b̴̘͔͓̣͎͌̄ṟ̸͎̙͎͋a̸̼̙̓̍̍͠c̶̨̲̝̲͎̄e̴̘̒ ̴̙̫͍͙͂̾̈́̈́ȳ̸̡̤̀o̵͕̜̪̔̾ũ̶̥͕͐̉r̶̡̢̻̘̀̔͜ ̷̢͓̣̮͉̊̏͂̄̊m̷̩͂e̶̟̻͗m̴̤͔̻͙̰͑̆͛o̶̦̅͑͐͠r̷͔̎̌y̴̩̣͕̤͖̆
The man raised a brow at you, the air in the room growing tense, tighter and tighter around your neck and lungs until you are gasping for air."I must have heard you incorrectly. Let me ask again."Try as you might to free yourself of this ephemeral strangulation, there is nothing to pry away from your neck. No water drowning you. Only a small whisper of air allowed through your windpipe as if to prolong your suffering."Who are you?"
No sooner after your words have left your mouth that your consciousness faded. Your mind is filled with creatures beyond comprehension, speaking languages you can barely understand. All of your nerves feel like they have been burnt to a crisp, and yet, you can move. Not without pain, however.You find yourself facing a strangely ordinary dirt path, leading to green pastures and a paved road. You look behind you to see the man waving with a friendly smile."Drop by again when you feel better."For some reason, you don't find yourself wanting to ask further questions. You just want to leave. Foot in front of the other, you begin your stride.
You push through the heavy ironwood doors and you see a non-Euclidean library stretching for miles ahead of you. There are wandering magelights and glimmering orbs, along with flames and torches. The shelves were filled with books of unknown origin, some scrolls, and you swear you saw some tablets and strange devices similar to servers further down."Well now, it's not often a stranger wanders into my tower at the exact time the interdimensional door randomly selects my library as its destination."A young man approached you, clad in red robes with a book floating behind him, tethered to his hand by a small link of chains. He seemed to smile faintly, but before anything else, he asked."What do you seek?"
You can feel yourself levitate into the air, soon flipped upside down to be eye-to-eye with the man."You already have power. Why seek more?"Whatever spell held you up soon fizzled out, and you are dropped onto the lacquered floor. However, the moment you hit the ground, the library disappears. The shelves, the books, the lights, torches, even the man himself has disappeared. The door you went through only opened to a wall, and you see a light at the very far edge of the room that spanned miles."Think about why you want more power. If you can give me your answer at the end of the tunnel, I will give it to you."Alas, your journey lasted what felt like an eon. As you crossed the threshold of the room and the outside you have chased this whole time, you find yourself outside, looking at lush green pastures and a sunny day. You barely remember what your name is, but something deep within you calls you back to the Tower.