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I will do it, or I will die.
The diminuative champion was spun around by the voices, the voices only she could hear. The tortured earth and the maddened wind shrieked and raved around her. She could hear the anger and confusion of the bones of Anaias, yelling 'MON YA MON YA MON YA'. And yet as she turned around to see the wall that had formed defiantly to block her way, it crumbled to her gaze. 'MON OH, MON OH, MON OH' came the beckoning call of the revealed corridor. However, the voice of it was insane, and its cheerfulness too great.
The walls were opporessive and grey, and were the opposite of everything right thinking people enjoyed in nature in the world outside. And the air was not a friend, the air was a bully pressing into her face and trying to push her down, trying to knock her around when it was allowed to play.
She had lost her friends and allies, for this place shifted too much. The tales of the dungeons of Anaias had warned of their twisted nature. However, those dungeons her father and brother had been forced to navigate had still been held in check by the presence of Librasulus at the door, beckoning more and more champions to their deaths.
This time though, this time Lord Chaos ruled here alone. His insane device and insane mind were unfettered here, deeper in the mountain than anyone could have guessed. And so floors opened up without warning and rooms shifted. Creatures that had died out, or lieved a world away, or should never have been raced about the corridors crying out for vengence against nothing and everything.
It was as if the whole mountain sensed the prescence of the material that should not be, the corbum. And it was as if the Mountain had finally been driven insane by the prescence of the High Lord that should not exist, Lord Chaos.
The diminuative champion was spun around one last time by the voices. It was clear that each revealed corridor was mocking her. For each corridor spoke of one of the four alignments of Men. As a sorcerer, she was not part of the mundane world, and instead flowed through the natural world on the currents of magic. Or that is how it felt. And yet, the runes of alignment were so faint sometimes, or so overpowering. Existing in man, she had to struggle to understand the ways of the fighter and rogue. Those who tried to steal from the world instead of joining with it, or those who tried to use the world to fight without being able to call upon its most powerful gifts. Really, the ways of the prist and the wizard should be understandable too. And yet the wizard tried to think about mana and runes, instead of feelign them. And the priest looked to the external world instead of inside themselves. And so she always felt she was coming to their paths from the other side, unable to understand their journey to the same power, just as they could not comprehend hers.
The Junction of the Ways
The champion and her allies had been twisted and forced back to this place again and again. Now she was alone here, being mocked for her unique gifts somehow as the ways vied for her attention.
"Haha! Your blood, the blood of your family, and the blood of many innocents will be shed here!"
The voice was high pitched and irrational. However, it was a real voice and pulled her attention downwards. She was not tall, and yet the figure that had emerged at her side, mocking her, barely came up to her waist.
"Behold my power! MON OH KATH RA!"
A tiny discharge of static twinged her hand painfully. Even that was not really enough to distract from the figure before her. Shaking a spiked fist, with fire and shadows wreathed around its body, stood a black cloaked figure. It wore an oversized helm on its head, red eyes gleaming from behind it. However, red eyes that - behind the flames - seemed very human.
"Bow! Bow before my might!" squeaked the figure, shaking its fist again. It was, aside from the size and voice and inability to produce threatening magic, a perfect representation of Lord Chaos.
I know we haven't finalised the sorcerer mechanically, but I still think the above is a good definition of the strengths and limits of a sorcerer narratively in the description of the Junction of the Ways. Feel free to sculpt that idea if you have a better one. Oh yes, and welcome to the dungeon. I warned you it was going to be weird. It's also a little bit angry, and seems to contain mini-Lord Chaos. Feel free to interact with him, feel free to try and figure out some of the background things (like corbums, etc) with some skill checks, or feel free to just choose a corridor charge madly into it headfirst to avoid the madness, looking for your allies.
Oh, and feel free to refer to your character name now, I think my post provides enough spoiler space.
Good luck!