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[color=a187be]Level 9 - EXP 65/90[/color]
The Midnight Walk - Winterhold College
[b]Word Count:[/b]777 +1 EXP [/center]
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Without much more time for contemplation on his next action, the Omnic simply continued through the Hall of Elements opposite door, just barely missing Ganondorf as he entered. The translucent blue glow of his robotic flesh was intriguing, though certainly not the solution he was seeking to escape this labyrinth. It was obvious now, though that the room layout was not set, as traveling through the door he started in at the Hall of Elements was no longer the Pools.

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As the door closed behind Ramattra, he began taking note of the rooms he was exiting. There was no coincidence that his allies hadn’t yet found one another. The new room he found himself in was a quaint greenhouse, filled with unidentifiable plants that have been built on a wooden deck. The back wall is made entirely of brick, and the panes of the windows can swivel. In one corner, an [url=https://i.imgur.com/sbQ5Ngy.jpeg]odd shaman[/url] with a sun mask sits atop a rug with a number of wands arranged as if for sale. Elsewhere, two [url=https://cdn.wikimg.net/en/hkwiki/images/c/cf/Tipp_%26_Pill.png]aphids[/url] (one tall and one short) sit together in a flowerbed, sipping dew drinks as they smoke some sizzling, sputtering fatty meat

While the large botanical room was sure to be chock-full of secrets and potentially food, something raised caution in the Omnic’s circuits. Looking outside, Ramattra’s vision was obscured by heavy rainfall and fog. Was there something preventing him from simply opening the window and stepping out into the mist? It was certainly something worth investigating- but not before questioning the room’s residents about his whereabouts.

Ramattra approached the two tiny insects, crouching down on his three legs so that they could hear him without difficulty. “You two wouldn’t happen to know where I’ve wound up, would you? I’m a bit erm… Disoriented?” He took a moment to think about his next words carefully. “And is it safe to open the window? I’d like to take a closer look outside.” There was no easy way to be discreet with the strangers. He still had no idea where any of his companions were, and traversing these rooms took a lot of energy.

The smaller, rounder aphid, still about two feet tall, waved hello. "Much and many greetings, Mr. Three-legs! This place-place is called Winterhold. We couriers came here to deliver supplies, make wish-wish come true. But once we's come in, not me nor brother Pill finding way out!" 

Pill, the taller aphid at a scant three feet, seem equally genial and unbothered by Ramattra's imposing stature. "We make home in this safe place, just, but I'm is worries for others. Lots people need their good-goods. Many bugs helped by us couriers, me and brother Tipp. Special now when danger grows big-big." 

"There is not any outside, Three-legs," Tipp warned before pulling off a hunk of rasher and handing it to Pill, who began to eat with gusto. "Only fog. I'm tried dropping the pot-pot, but never hear any shatterings down below."

Kashmir approached the Omnic stubbornly, pulling on the appendage dressing his spider-like legs. The small creature nodded before pointing its stubby hand toward its mouth. “Ah. You’re hungry. I suppose we have been on the road for quite some time since your last snack. Go search the plantlife around here for any food for the rest of the group. I’ll search too.” Ramattra wasn’t ready to approach the creepily masked wand merchant. Scanning the walls and floors of the room, the Omnic searched for any tools, supplies, and helpful plants, while Kashmir made an effort to harvest anything edible.

Unfortunately for Kashmir, this greenhouse seemed more specialized for the cultivation of herbs than any actual crops. Though many were fragrant, none of the leafy greens could be eaten alone. Their culinary value was probably lost on someone who wasn't even sentient, let alone a cook. Defeated, he huffed and would need to settle until they found the rest of the Seekers in this “Winterhold”.


Once the room had been picked of anything useful that could be spared, Ramattra bravely approached the wandsalesman and stared blankly at his sun-detailed mask. More than anything, he was curious what the odd magical trinkets could be capable of. “Oh… Hello, I was wondering… What do your ‘magic wands’ do exactly?...” The words almost sounded disingenuous coming from him. It was really difficult to suspend his belief in a concept that was considered fictional and childish in his world.

The wand merchant replied in a soft, ethereal voice. "The wand's power depends on wizard that wields it. With the Wand of Fire, even a novice mage could enchant herself with flame, or place explosive mines. With the Wand of Minor Arcana, grab distant objects, cast light, and teleport. With the Blessed wand, heal and create barriers. And with practice, a skilled magician could weave new words together to cast even grander spells..."

The Omnic contemplated the odd figure’s words. Wielding magic wasn’t something he had thought about very much, but it would certainly be useful. Perhaps his allies could benefit from using these should they meet up? The Minor Arcana wand certainly struck his interest, though… Maybe this stranger would be polite enough to barter.