Invitation

The vision wavered like static, and when it stabilized again, the scene had shifted. The graceful decks of the skyship were gone, and in their place, a soaring chapel. A shard of omniscience glittered in the center, guarded by an entire battalion of soldiers. They watched the entrances intently, bodies stiff and rigid. Their souls blazed bright, the weakest among them the third-level.

A ninth-level mage slouched against the wall behind the shard, head leaning back against the stone. She had long, graying hair, her brow creased with a few, aged wrinkles. Her eyes were bright, glowing with the same purple light that infused the crystal enchantment. She held a staff loosely in her grip, a gnarled wood haft tipped with an icon of a small book made of silver, the pages spread. Tiny, intricate runes had been carved into the visible pages. They glowed faintly with purple light, giving off the faint pressure of an eighth-level magic item.