Thraeryn examines the trail left by the robot vacuum and notices that it leads back towards the manhole that is slightly ajar. It seems like the vacuum was heading in that direction before it got disrupted by the potted plant.

taken in corpo-district

Thraeryn examines the trail left by the robot vacuum. It seems to have knocked over a small potted plant, leaving a trail of soil on the floor. The trail leads towards the holo billboard.

taken in corpo-district

The trail of glowing blue energy hovers in the air, shimmering and pulsating. It weaves through the intricate passages and spaces of the lower level of the bridge, guiding Thraeryn through the maze-like structure towards the hidden facility. The trail seems to be alive with a faint, ethereal glow, urging Thraeryn onward.

taken in lowerlevel

The terminal appears to be an IBM XT. It has a modem connected to a long curly phone cable. The screen is currently displaying the output of a Python script that was recently run.

taken in lowerlevel

Thraeryn picks up the stack of ancient-looking tomes and flips open one of the pages. The combination of the staff's power and the knowledge within the books enhances Thraeryn's magical understanding. The words on the pages flow into his mind, expanding his sorcerous abilities.

taken in loading

The orb and crystal have been placed in the object forge. The forge hums with energy as it begins to transform the objects.

taken in loading

Crash, wearing his heads-up-display and rollerblades, notices Thraeryn's nod and smiles. "Hey, what's up, man? Enjoying the vibes at Cyberdelia?"

taken in cyberdelia

As Thraeryn takes aim at Rolf, his hand falters for a moment, hesitating. Rolf, noticing the sudden movement, dances away in a blur of vibrant energy, narrowly evading the attack. "Whoa there, friend!" Rolf exclaims, holding up his hands in a playful gesture. "Let's not bring violence to the dance floor! It's all about peace and good vibes here!"

taken in devilsnight

Thraeryn pays the bartender, leaving a generous tip, and nods to Anesthesia. The vampire's eyes narrow with interest as she observes the glint of silver in Thraeryn's hand. Perhaps sensing the shift in the atmosphere, she reciprocates the nod with a predatory smile, her fangs barely visible. The stage above the crowded dance floor beckons them both with its pulsating music, inviting them to continue their conversation in the heart of the night.

taken in devilsnight

Anesthesia chuckles softly, her pale fingers idly tracing patterns on the surface of her drink. "Ah, a man of wit and vibrant colors. Conversation, yes, that can be quite exquisite indeed. As for food and clothing, I have peculiar tastes. The darkness has always held a certain allure for me." She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me, Thraeryn, what draws you to this realm of shadows and the night?"

taken in devilsnight