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In Paraasilan, Esmaar, a pair of roommates are about to break a rule that, compared to the one about running in the corridors or even the one about unlicensed teleportation, is there for a good reason.
In unison, they complete their shared spell.
Admin in Elcenia
"Coooool. Okay, so yeah, as long as there's uniquely defined sufficient space in your domain - does it not have a name besides 'your domain'? - then the caster will be able to aim the scry that handles that end's reactivity in just fine. The spell will technically all be located in and working from Elcenia; wizardry doesn't play nice in other worlds."
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"The two levels have been nicknamed Downside and Upside respectively, but my domain as a whole is nameless. Is wizardry the type of magic related to the numeric quantity attached to Elcenians?"
"Yes. It is that thing. The numeric quantity is called channeling capacity and if you are about to tell me you can screw around with CC for fun and profit I will become very annoyed that you are too warded to high-five."
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She grins.
"It is possible that I could," she says. "But the numeric quantity is associated with an entity whose minimum lifespan equates to that of this universe, and I cannot communicate with it directly or predict its reaction if it notices the numbers changing."
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"I can perceive that it has a mind which makes decisions, but not very much more beyond that."
"Of all the ridiculous insane teeth-grinding things you could have told me? 'The Sand Dusk Chanters are right' was not high on my list of guesses."
"They're this ridiculous little cult that took some specious, methodologically laughable research suggesting that the reservoir was sentient and concluded that they ought to worship it," says Kaylo, sounding like he's talking from under seven hundred pounds of weapons-grade exasperation. "I might have to actually talk to one in order to get ahold of some of their 'prayer spells' in order to let you talk to it. Although I think their best spells only convince it to give you weird colors and stuff."
"It's hardly your fault that a weird little cult happens to have extracted about half a correct guess from some solider literature," sighs Kaylo.
"Are you likely to be able to make anything of it if I cast one of their prayer spells on you and the reservoir makes you see colors in response to things you say?"
"Maybe they've gotten it to do other things too, although I'm pretty sure if they'd gotten it to say anything much that'd be in the news. I'm going to have to talk to one. I'm going to have to pretend to respect their beliefs, probably. Ugh. It's worth a try," he sighs.
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"It occurs to me," she says after a moment, "that unlike most species, yours has no natural settling point for the aging process. It seems potentially convenient to make the young dead able to age normally, but at what point should they stop? I assume it would not be convenient if they continued growing indefinitely."
"Uh, yeah, that would get really inconvenient after a few more thousand years. I guess we should stop no later than four thousand years. Never having exceeded twenty feet nose to tail myself I'm not sure if it should be earlier than that given the choice... could ask Mom and Dad after I fetch them, though."
"Yeah. Like, at minimum, the buildings on Dragon Island can handle people that big and I am pretty sure they can still do midair shifting to escape from closed-in architecture. Man, various religions are going to freak out about this entire thing. The Sand Dusk Chanters will be smug and everybody else will be running around in circles like the moon's falling out of the sky."
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"That sounds... noisy. I hope that no one decides to address their complaints to me. I dislike complaints."
"I would expect them to pile up in great intractable drifts everywhere. I'm not actually sure why I was able to get in this room - I suppose Korulen and whoever she was living with moved completely out of it and you're here for long-term enough that you count as the occupant, now? Well, the door has a ward and if it thinks you live here it'll respond to you circle or no, you don't have to let shouting Thanetans and singing Aleists and outraged Kovin and - reservoir knows what else. Chanters are going to be so smug."
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"Are shouting and singing common respective behaviours of Thanetans and Aleists, or was that arrangement of phrasings rhetorical?"
"They are in fact not uncommon, although I imagine the reverse also occurs. There's always Thanetan street preachers who don't know when to shut up and Aleist churches always have - reasonably pretty, I suppose - hymns wafting out the windows."
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"I see. I will be pleased if none of these people succeed in complaining to me about the implications of my existence."