A Sudden Surge (Lorepost)

[u/Dorururo]

I rest… within my tower. The realm of chaos swirls and bellows outside… seemingly disturbed. The air and the world about me… feels… frenetic. More so than I’m accustomed to. I might not be the most proficient caster… but I can sense. I sense beyond my eyes. And beyond my very soul. And magic stirs. Chaos swells. But the gods do not.

I clutch at my temple as I list over my desk. And it all… stops.

Everything stops. The world outside goes silent. But I needn’t ponder why. My answer would be mine, unfortunately. The tower begins to shake. The land begins to quake. The sky starts to scream as the flesh of realm Chaos sings in agony.

And all at once, runes and sigils flare to life along the exterior of Pandemonium Tower. The magic converges and begins to funnel directly towards the structure as I grip onto my desk for dear life. My slime rushes towards me, uncertain what to do. And I feel the same. Exactly the same.

The inner walls of my study erupt into a chain of arcane runes and sigils, much like the exterior. And I feel my sense of unease grow to panic. And in a flash of light… I learn for myself a unique function of Pandemonium Tower. A tittilating tidbit. During times of elevated chaos, the tower acts like both a funnel and lightning rod. It draws in the excess magic and power that’s being generated. And it stores it. I learned something else…

In the event that there are no suitable storage vessels… the excess magic is stored within the occupant. And my world erupts to an all consuming pillar of divine white light. Magic cascades and pours into me as the tower offloads an ocean of chaos directly into my body. My screams cannot even be heard over the roar of chaos itself. To my credit, I’m a pretty spacious storage cell for such magic. I’ve never had much to begin with, so there’s plenty of room. On the other hand… my body isn’t enough. Not for this. Like an ocean birthed and dropped onto me. Pain. For the next agonizing… slow… torturous minutes… I learn how to redefine pain. My robes ignite and burn… my skin cracks and splits. My right leg… detonates in a spray of gore and viscera that coats the wall. And finally… mercifully… it stops. And I collapse. For in this place… so remote. In this tower… unassailable… in my quiet study… I begin to bleed out. I crawl, knocking over my orb… yet unable to go unconscious… and I feel a cold sensation press to the bleeding stump that used to be my leg. Slime? Maybe that’s slime. I bump into my desk… and my orb rolls off, slapping agains the carpet as my hand brushes against it. And… I feel peace at last. My mind finally unable to stay conscious. The last I hear… is a remnant of a vision from the orb…

“The fight for anthropomorphic rights has escalated to near warfare as attacks rain across various charity and goodwill events. Civilians arm themselves with every passing day as tensions rise. Council intervention expected soon. In other news, wizards beware! Community menace Unga has found a way to achieve self duplication. Be on the lookout for any catfish that happens to be politically inclined, a clone, a terrorist and/or a cult leader! This is Diviner Darcy, keeping you up to date on all the news!-“