[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Tower, Floor 2.8? It's starting to give.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] The Champions? Keystone. [/indent][/center]

One keystone removes another. Without the Necromancer, the magic of the tower faded, sinking faster than the tower into oblivion as the structure began to reveal its true self. The illusion of stability was taken under as the foundations crumbled, the skeleton of the tower baring its bones with every precocious step. The unsteady ground upon which they all thread, a deathtrap waiting to break with one ill-fated footing. Aloft the tower of the mage, placed so high upon this point there was little to do but fall down, or else, ascend higher in the hopes that the tower will sink floor by floor rather than topple over completely. Curse these idiots and their rash vengeance! Did they not understand what secrets could have been gleaned? What greater powers the now-dead man could have shared? All it would take was the proper discourse and Thomas would have acquired even greater knowledge than he had within the company of these imbeciles! Arcana that would propel him past the earthly bounds and into the very stars, all dashed away with the blatant tossing of a bear.

[color=bedded]"You Fools! We could have studied all the samples from our victory had we subdued our magical adversary rather than reduce him to a coat of entrails and a bisected corpse!"[/color] Yes, the haughtiness of the star-phased sorcerer, the unbearable version of Thomas returns, although perhaps the rest of the team would likely enjoy throwing a bear at the current incarnation of Thomas to see how he fares. Disappointingly, Satilla had done her role to restore Thomas enjoy enough with her potion to have the boy find his inner self ready to ridicule all lesser beings than it. This cosmic roulette of Sun, Moon, and Star ever so volatile. Perhaps he had explained it? Or maybe he failed to mention the nature of his mystic nature and they found him suddenly being quite the arse-baring-arse that suddenly seemed to overtake the boyish persona that they knew a few moments ago. Nothing an hour of deep meditation could not resolve, but obviously the tower wouldn't last the long, and Thomas would rather dissect each corpse to study and harvest materials than to spend it returning to that lesser phase of moronic sun or bashful moon. Alas to learn the three phases and the three faces of Thomas, perhaps another time as for now they had to deal with the rebuking tongue spoken from one chipped incisor.

[color=bedded]"Fly you Fools! These lesser summons should not survive the implosion of this structure!"[/color] And yet however high and mighty the star-phase student fancied himself, perhaps in his hurry to leave the collapsing moment of their heroic efforts, Thomas forgot the basic principles described in the paragraphs above. Taking his bottomless strides with the airs of an educated academic, the sorcerer was certain barely hanging by a thread of which the discarded potion still held in hand after having bashed his tooth. He would need to speak to their careless healer regarding the manner of her administration. The first few feet were fine in scholarly stroll taking his best to appear to defy the instability of the floor beneath him, but Thomas wasn't quite at his best as just a few paces from the stairwell, Thomas buckled to his knees.

Could such a fall from heaven humble the brightest star?