[He takes another long sip before he pushes the bottle back into By's hands, leaning his head on his shoulder.]
Our world is comprised of the physical realm and the spiritual realm, which is where we dream and draw upon our magic. When mages reach a certain point in their training, they take a test by consciously entering that realm and overcoming temptation or aggression of demons at the risk of possession. For example, when I first entered, I encountered a desire demon who fed me grapes and fine wines... It had to end in rejection, of course. It was a pity...
[And he just... keeps talking. He talks with his hands, emphasizing the scale of the world and the creatures born of desire, pride, and fear that reside in it. It goes from the example of his youth to what was the most current state of things: demons broke through tears between realms, and his party had accidentally fallen through to the other side. His tone is far from grave, though- it's excited, like being able to tell someone something so grim is a wonder.]
We aren't supposed to enter it physically, you see. Hundreds upon hundreds of years and no one had in some time. So we traversed, encountered gravestones labelled with our worst fears, spirits manifesting around us to take their shape. And the thing keeping us there had the audacity to simply call itself the Nightmare. No creativity whatsoever.
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[He takes another long sip before he pushes the bottle back into By's hands, leaning his head on his shoulder.]
Our world is comprised of the physical realm and the spiritual realm, which is where we dream and draw upon our magic. When mages reach a certain point in their training, they take a test by consciously entering that realm and overcoming temptation or aggression of demons at the risk of possession. For example, when I first entered, I encountered a desire demon who fed me grapes and fine wines... It had to end in rejection, of course. It was a pity...
[And he just... keeps talking. He talks with his hands, emphasizing the scale of the world and the creatures born of desire, pride, and fear that reside in it. It goes from the example of his youth to what was the most current state of things: demons broke through tears between realms, and his party had accidentally fallen through to the other side. His tone is far from grave, though- it's excited, like being able to tell someone something so grim is a wonder.]
We aren't supposed to enter it physically, you see. Hundreds upon hundreds of years and no one had in some time. So we traversed, encountered gravestones labelled with our worst fears, spirits manifesting around us to take their shape. And the thing keeping us there had the audacity to simply call itself the Nightmare. No creativity whatsoever.