Prompt 1

"I need to find my sister, she's the only who will understand what we need to do." The Sorcerer commands his underling.

"Would you like to hear what I have found?" The tiny creature carries with him a metal bound tome.

"Anything relevant to multidimensional threats?"

"They call it The Council. The Minotaur L'ochan spoke of a creature he saw described only as a council of destruction and..." He reads from a page in the tome before being interrupted.

"The Dwarven never translates well from Minotaur. It probably wasn't named the Council, Itramis is more the word." The Sorcerer looks to his apprentice and smirks at the confusion. "Itramis is a Mino word meaning Collective or Concentration. When I spoke with them I got no name, all they would say is that they were 'We'. I thought it odd at first until it told me what it intends." The Sorcerer starts towards his study. "Sam," his voice becomes soft and serious. "What happens when a god dies? Do you recall?" the apprentice thinks back on the lesson, must've been months since they covered Celestials.

"If a minor deity falls nothing serious, maybe a valley stops getting rain. Or a small tremor over the woods. Though if they are closer to the Author the event becomes exponentially worse, theoretically could change the laws of our universe even." Sam gives the answer with ample confidence.

"Not a theory. Back before gods started to make children like weeds there were two children of the Author Order and his brother Chaos. Order built the heavens and Order played in the Material plane. From them two children. Miza giantess of the elements, daughter of Chaos; and Ara Goddess of creation. Ara was assigned to assist in the creation of all planes of existence. Once they were done all were safe, tame, and you could travel by foot by bridges they had made. The elements are still tame Sam." The Sorcerer moves quickly into the study, a blanket messily on the floor in front of the couch, a toothbrush in a ruined glass of some brown liquor on a table in the corner of the room. He begins to put on a few rings, before packing two leather backpacks. "Ara is dead, and tell me how does one make it to the Abyss? Hell?"

"What is the monster after Chaos?"

"No, the Author." He offers the apprentice his leather bag after donning one.

"He can't, nothing can."

"Something is wrong, and if the Mino's are right, which they always are..." He says with an eye roll. "The Collective is a real threat. The Headmaster was in the city just before. He has to know something."

"Am I coming with you to the College?"

"Yes." The Sorcerer pulls down a slim but wide box from one of the empty shelves near the top handing it to Sam. "I will need you're assistance and I'm not certain I'll be coming back here." Sam begins to open the present to find navy blue robes with a carefully carved staff, all made to Sam's fit. "I'm meant to wait for the next blue moon before giving you these however I believe it will be most useful now." Sam changes into this new outfit while the Sorcerer continues to move through the study now collecting materials scattered.

"Where are we going that needs all those ingredients?"

"The Temple."

"We don't even know if the box works yet."

"Make sure it works before we need it and everything will be perfectly fine." The Sorcerer starts to mix the components he's amassed. Using his middle and index finger he paints the mixture onto the nearest door while whispering ancient words. A faint glow emits from the door's seam then he sets the bowl down. "Quickly!"