ARRIVAL

Embers drift on the wind and the smell of fire hangs thick in the air. Anyone within this bubble would find themselves in a city square surrounded by massive burning buildings. The intricately designed spires burn and eventually crash to the ground with a deafening roar. The ground shakes as the rubble tumbles to the world below.

In the middle of it all stands Emet-Selch. He looks as though he sees something in the distance - something beyond the burning buildings and the rubble, beyond the sky that churns with red clouds and fire rain.

He closes his eyes and grabs something in the air nearby. When he opens his palm again, a purple butterfly sits there serenely lifting and lowering its wings. It should have been crushed in his grip, but it lives. "The source of this magic lies within you, that much is plain, but what are you looking for..." He looks back at the person observing the proceedings with a disapproving arch to his brow. "And you as well. You were not invited. What are you doing here?"

AMPLITHEATER

I. Something fishy afoot
After the ceremony, he finds himself thrust into an unknown ocean filled with mysterious creatures and unusual people. It becomes immediately apparent that something is not quite right about it all. Aside from the obvious.

Emet-Selch stands in front of one of the important-looking Atlantis guards with arms folded. He'd asked them questions and they repeated the same answer over and over again as though bound by magic. "Say something else. Anything else." He commands.

The guard looks at him and hurriedly retrieves a book from their pocket. They spend a few moments glancing at it and recite what is on the page with a monotone voice. "Hail, traveler. Welcome to our city. Have you heard about the upcoming wedding in nearby Aurelia?"

The sorcerer sighs and holds his hand out expectantly. He's (reluctantly) given the book by the shameful-looking guard and Emet-Selch takes a moment to examine it. "This is a script." He turns the book around and points at it. "These are lines from a play." What is this?

II. Put a spell on you (text)
And like that, the role of sea witch has been foisted upon him by the people of Atlantis. The people give him a throne to sit on made of fish bones and a velvet cloak with fish skeletons on it. Some sorry sod even uses transformation magic on him to give him a ghoulish sea-witch appearance (they don't have to try that hard). He is told that his role here is to make the underwater folks life easier through the power of...magic!

Other fishy folk may submit a request to him in the form of a written letter. The letter will have a special Sea Witch sigil on it, which will make the letter *poof* directly to him. Each request will be evaluated, refused, or bartered with in order to see it through. So! Tell him what it is you want most. You may have it granted (but probably not).

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