but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
The Alchemist moved clumsily through the portal, having used it only twice before. The clouded vista beneath his feet gave way easily enough and soon he was moving through a blackened water-like vertical surface that revealed the interior of the Spire on the other side. When last he'd thought of this place, it was to figure out how he might transport his magical wagon through, that he, Ronin, and Aoife would have a place to live when finally they all set out together. That man, as we all know by now, is hardly anything more than a memory, but still it seems worth mentioning. Perhaps it always will, for Remi's recklessness is only significant in comparison with all he once was.
All he once had.
There was no use trying to be quiet. If there were monsters here, he had no way of hiding from them; best he burn brightly then. So it was that as Remi stepped through the portal it was with manticore wings sprouted from his back and a body wreathed in flame. What little he knew of the monsters told him they ought to balk at fire, but that didn't mean he would be tardy in exiting the basement of the Spire.
Or trying to, anyways.
All he once had.
There was no use trying to be quiet. If there were monsters here, he had no way of hiding from them; best he burn brightly then. So it was that as Remi stepped through the portal it was with manticore wings sprouted from his back and a body wreathed in flame. What little he knew of the monsters told him they ought to balk at fire, but that didn't mean he would be tardy in exiting the basement of the Spire.
Or trying to, anyways.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
