Deep inside The Keep

/uw Anyone who isn't Thrakmoor (except maybe the Loremaster depending on their spy situation) please regard this information as not having reached you. /rw

*In the heart of The Keep, the 14th Black Mage of Thrakmoor stands before the copper pipe serving as the interface of the siphon. His hands weaving complex magical patterns while his obsidian eye shows him the intricacies of the magical matrices in his field of view. Carefully he calibrates them, so the mages in the keep may not only draw from the mana reservers below from the fountains, but also funnel their own mana into them, replenishing what will be emptied to open the portal to the 3rds domain.*

*Doing this almost cost him a week. Well, nothing compared to the decade it took Orestas Torrean to develop this contraption, but still longer than he would have wanted. He had to undo several damages done by the wild magic surges that occured when Orestas tried to overload the ore. Dedicated mage, that one. One instrument had been turned into a squirrel. A squirrel. Catching that little bugger was more work than suited for a mage of 14ths capabilities. Luckily 13 wasn't around to see it.*

*14 finished his fine tuning. As a test, he released a fine sliver of mana into the copper pipe. immediately it was sucked down and stored in the ore below The Keep. A small, tired smile crept onto his lips. Finally, at least basic functionality. Everything else would take a lot more work though.*

*He turned on his heel, walking to the quarters of 13, to give him the news.*