To her own surprise, it took Rizzeara only a few moments to decide this time. While shadowdancers have something just wonderfully mysterious about them, the ardor she felt at the thought of becoming a spell-slinging harlequin left her with no doubt.



"I have, yes. I think I want to become a magedancer."



"Very well. It seems that we are fully prepared. Shall we beg

After a few moments, Rizzeara makes this second decision.



"I'll go with shadow. It is a bit of a close decision between fire and shadow – both powerful and with a nice aesthetic – but I think that the stealth element of darkness gives shadow a bit of an edge."



"

Stealth is always advantageous. But so would be being able

For a good minute, Rizzeara just s

at

there, humming

on her bed

while considering the advantages of the many possible forms. Than, she came to a decision.



"

I want to become a Naga. I haven't had a body in such a long time, I am not quite sure if I'd still remember ho

A little, hidden chamber lies at the heart of the primordial labyrinth, forgotten by mortals and gods alike. Ancient machinations do their work here in almost perfect silence, altough those who enhanced their senses via powerful magic might hear the low rattling of brassen cogs in the walls, smell the faintest hint of the arcane concoctions it creates or feel the mighty pulse of the machine in the stone floor, driven by the force of an everburning fire, fueled with the very soul of a fallen god.