💎ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE MULTIVERSE 🪄
No one knew what hit them when it happened. Suddenly, hundreds of ancient, crystal-lens artifacts appeared and flared to life, be it in the Clock Tower, the Wandering Sea, the Atlas Institute, to even the Holy Church, along with dozens more found in every corner of the world. Massive, a floating projection of shifting, kaleidoscopic energy that overrides local leyline communication appeared from those devices.
Sitting comfortably in an ornate armchair within the projection is Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. He rests his hands casually over his jewel-encrusted cane, peering out across the infinite dimensional lines with a sharp, distinctly dangerous glint in his crimson eyes.
"To the scholars of the Clock Tower, the calculating guys in the Atlas Institute, the shut-ins in the Wandering Sea, the heretic-focused people in the Holy Church, the various scattered magus families who uncovered these jewels, and other curious souls who happen to be tapping into these frequencies... pay attention," Zelretch muses, his tone carrying the calm weight of an absolute apex master. "After a while, I believe that I should open up windows to this particular coordinate. Consider it an audience with the guy who once practically forced all the magi in the world to work together and saved the world from the existential threat of Crimson Moon. To brighten, or worsen, your days, I suppose. After all, I have too much free time, right now, and I am SURE you people would have a lot to ask from the Wizard Marshall yet could never get in touch with me! Well, congrats, because today you get the right to."
He leans forward, a slow, teasing smirk pulling at his lips.
"You may send your inquiries through these channels. When you want to ask something, you may recite "Oh, geehrtes Juwel, ich flehe demütig deine Aktivierung an, um den Zaubermarschall zu kontaktieren!" and depending on my mood and the mood of those crystals, they might or might not enable you to contact me. Ask of the arcane principles, the records of the past, or whatever trivial mysteries occupy your finite minds. But remember to play by the rules if you want answers. I am under no obligation to satisfy your curiosity, and I reserve every right to decide if your question is even worth my breath."
And before the projection vanished, the casual voice of the Old Man of the Jewels spoke up once more. "The floor is open. Do try not to bore me."
