This should be mag's new nexus.

Triggered attacks are cute

Phoebus tells you, "Come to the cave of rape."

in
This room has not been mapped.
Within a glass elevator.
You see a single exit leading out.

You push a crystal button, which depresses before sliding back out smoothly.

The glass doors slide shut with a soft hiss, gemstone lights flickering on all about you.

A cold, female voice speaks in an even tone, 'One moment please. Beginning departure, now leaving the Emerald Road. Next
stop, the Processing Centre of the city of Hallifax.'

The soft feeling of movement sets in as the elevator begins to ascend, floating gently upwards through the clouds as it
heads towards the dazzling, austere beauty of the city of Hallifax.

A cold, female voice speaks in an even tone, 'During your visit, please remember the laws of the city. Ignorance is no
excuse - in fact, it is punishable by law. Please do not disturb the servants while they work, for they are bettering
the city's advancement.'

The rustling of leaves and the murmur of wind through branches precedes the entry of Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer.

A cold, female voice speaks in an even tone, 'Now arriving, the city of Hallifax, Processing Centre. Thank you for
coming to visit our fine city. Goodbye.'

You blink.

Solemn, staid voices can be heard from somewhere outdoors, rising and falling in emotionless, precise monotone.

The elevator comes to slow and comfortable halt, the glass doors sliding open with a soft hiss.

Hoaracle greets you with a sincere smile.

Hoaracle inhales deeply and ponders you, before releasing a loud rumble, producing a characteristic 'hoom' as the air

leaves His lungs.

"Uhh..." you stall.

You say, "Hello, Lord!"

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says to you, "Hello, small one."

You say, "What a strange place to meet You in."

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Indeed, hoom!"

You say, "Pardon me if I bark at the wall or anything, I'm slightly insane at the moment."

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer smiles and says, "That is quite all right."

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "I wish to share with you something grand!"

You tilt your head curiously.

You say, "What is it? Where?"

In a rumbling voice, Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "I just did it!"

You blink.

Dull chiming noises echo in the distance at regular intervals, the sound of hammers on crystal.

You look about in confusion.

Hoaracle inhales deeply and ponders you, before releasing a loud rumble, producing a characteristic 'hoom' as the air

leaves His lungs.

You look confused and say, "I don't... did I miss something?"

An amused feeling suffuses the air.

A growing sensation begins in your stomach, rising to your mind. Subconsciously, you murmur a 'hoom' -- or did you? Was
that even you?

Hoaracle looks at you hopefully.

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Did you figure it out, small one?"

Alianna furrows her brow, gazing down at her feet thoughtfully.

You inhale deeply before releasing a loud rumble, producing a characteristic 'hoom' as the air leaves your lungs.

You say, "... Ah."

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Aha!"

You giggle happily.

You say, "I think You are starting to grow on us, Lord."

The corners of Hoaracle's mouth turn up as He grins mischievously.

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "As I explained to Hadrian, I have noticed some of you small ones imitating Me in

that particular way."

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "The sound is mantric, it helps ground My thoughts so I can realise what is actual

and what are My dreams."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "I see. Many seem fond of it."

Hoaracle nods His head emphatically.

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Perhaps you may find some use for it in your activities!"

Hoaracle looks exhausted and opens His mouth in an enormous yawn.

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Either way, I must go dream now, small one."

You nod your head emphatically.

Hoaracle beams broadly at you.

You say, "Dream well, Lord."

Birdsong and the rustling of leaves murmur through the aether as Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer fades out of the
surrounding environment.

On my way to get some healing in Hallifax...

Wait, was he sharing his order emote with you, or what?

Yup. He implemented it and told us.

Methrenton, Crusader of the Holy Flame rips a struggling spirit out of the corpse of a malevolent demon. With a grim expression, Methrenton throttles the spirit until it stills, then throws it into the holy fires of the forge to be purified.

The image of a very large sentient tree and a Demigoddess standing around in an elevator with Muzak playing in the background is a decidedly amusing image.

Yup. He implemented it and told us.

A large grey seal stares miserably up at you with huge, liquid eyes, and lets out a simple pitiful bark. Overcome by pathos and self-loathing, you fall to your knees, weeping and cursing yourself, and howling with pain.
Your magic tome warms as it absorbs damage.

CHOKE THAT !