The Hungry Tower (event)
I release myself to plummet deep into the roiling vortex. Pushing against the ephemeral winds to stabilize my descent, my mind is assaulted by kaleidoscopic imagery which leaves me disoriented, and my desperate war against the aetheric currents is quickly lost. Soon I am tumbling gracelessly through the void, all pretenses of control lost.
Inside the storm the indistinct blurs twisting within resolve themselves around me: here beside me tumbles the ectoplasmic form of a young peasant woman, arrow jutting horrifically from her ruined eye socket; there in front of me the bony apparition of a skeletal Magi wearing magnificent robes writhes, screams of rage impotent against the vortex. For my own part I can feel myself stretched to the brink, my projected body twisting like dough in the terrible gravity of the toppled tower below me
With agony and fear as my guides I tear away, riding the momentum until the last possible minute before deflecting my spectral body off the metal body of the eldritch construct. I spin towards the ceiling of the subterranean cavern, almost delirious from the pain. Even as I fly to freedom, I can feel a yawning ache in my soul; a void where a substantial portion of my own magical potential has been ripped from me.
Oh, what I have lost?