Wizard rythym

[Anastasia]

Without its shell, the disintegrations hit the tortoise. Parts of it are gone - enough for it to fall apart entirely, shorn of defenses.

Free act.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa looks around briefly for anything useful before turning to the others, "So, onwards and downwards. Who wants to head down first?"

[Anastasia]

Bastian cracks his knuckles as you don't see anything useful this time. "Again, not a bad warmup, but this feels like it's keeping the mortals out."

":It's nice to be strong," Emily agrees, "Just we need the patience as we go onward."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and heads in.

[Anastasia]

The stairway plunges down. In several steps you return to the bookshelf from before, as this time you notice there are more books on it.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow and looks them over, trying to puzzle out what the new books are and what caused them to appear.

[Anastasia]

Are you trying anything in particular for this?

[Iron Dragoon]

Not yet. Just lookingfor a pattern or something.

[Anastasia]

Nothing is immediately obvious.

[Iron Dragoon]

Are they all still blank?

[Anastasia]

You check one at random. It is no longer blank. On a glance, it seems to discuss the sky.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa starts going through them, comparing the different subjects.

[Anastasia]

On a quick check, they're all about different types of terrain except one. One book looks to be about clocks.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa shows the others, "Different terrain and clocks... ideas?"

Alyssa reads the clocks book with more detail.

[Anastasia]

It's a book about clocks. Lots of clocks. All sorts of clockish information.

"Terrains, maybe," Bastian says, "Except the clocks, I'm not sure what that is."

"...how old is this place?" Emily asks abruptly, "I might have an idea."