Re: Part 60b - Night on a bare mountain
Dorian starts to work, reaching out into the chaotic darkness. An invisible thread, thinner than a hair, and stronger than adamantine steel, stretching out across the wild air...
Snaking towards the castle, unaffected by the turbulence of the sky, but twisted by far more esoteric currents which frame this world, it slithers closer. It reaches the fortress, and passes through the wall of thekeep, as if the stone were nothing but mist, evaporating in the morning sun...
Cyan sees through Dorian's mind. There is a thing which seems more solid than the entire world, and to her own senses, it burns brighter than a sun. She directs Dorian, and the filament changes course, passing through a locked door.
There is a room, a bench, littered with glassware, and ceramic items. The sun-bright cube, an inch on each side, sits on the bench, beneath a heavy dome of glass. Nearby, a middle-aged man sits, reading from a heavy yome, which rests upon several others. Every so often he glances at the cube, then back to the book. From time to time, he makes notes on a sheet of paper, which seems to be covered with tiny, closely-spaced writing.
The tendril passes through the glass, and caresses the cube... and in that instant there is a rapid, flickering montage of places, people, events. Somebody is screaming. It might be Cyan, or Dorian, or both. It might be the cube itself.
A spell to summon a thing is simple, a matter of opening a portal and letting the thing through. Dorian has such a spell prepared. He brings the portal into existence, and threads it onto the end of the tendril, and sets it sliding across the distance to the cube.
When it reaches the far end, a simple tug on the filament, and the cube is laying in Dorian's palm.
In the laboratory, there is a crash, as Gerrod leaps to his feet and sends his chair falling backwards. The artifact is gone!