I check my person for belongings, identification, cultural hints, and if I am still “me”.
I try to find some books regarding occult knowledge. I read them until the dusk (I’ll possibly also try to find candles as well as functional matches).
When dusk arrives, I start to do something else: I’m seeing a feather pen, so it implies that there’s tint somewhere, possibly black tint as the feather’s base is slightly stained in black. I push away those chairs and the table, I roll away that carpet, then I try to draw a big perfect circle on the floor (possibly using that ladder as an improvised drawing compass. Inside the circle, I draw the alchemical symbol for Saturn, perfectly centered over a diametric horizontal line (therefore, an underlined Saturn symbol). I draw six specific letters outside and around the circle, spaced exactly 60 degrees. Then I take that red notebook over the desk, and I start writing:
“Regina noctis, Dea dearum, Thine is my soul.” along with other sensitive content that involves a red liquid.
Then I place the red covered notebook exactly in the middle of the circle. I recite a specific Enochian mantra and I wait until a shivering presence starts.
MASTURBATE
*the cabin is sentient
That just makes me wank harder.
Goddammit that’s what I was gonna do
based and rudeus grayrat pilled
I open the front door to take a look around. There is another room of the cabin. I look out the window. It’s a painted scene. I remove it. More cabin. I panic. I look up the chimney and see another fireplace. I tear out a floorboard and see through a ceiling. All that there is, is cabin. I take my first level in Wizard. We’re plane shifting up in this bitch. It would be very cozy if I had the option to leave and return at will.
I’m taking some of the books. Sorry.
Sigh in relief as I don’t hear anyone saying “Hey, you! You’re finally awake! You were caught trying to cross the border!”
Rip a nasty fart
Look around to see if I can rummage up the necessary implements to brew a pot of tea.
Open all chests and drawers!
You have disturbed a mimic disguised as a jewelry box. It snaps and almost separates you from the fingers on your right hand.
A friend! =D
Get ye flask
You cannot get ye flask.
Relax for the first time in my life
Kill Jester
After processing the initial shock, I look out the window to get my bearing on where the fuck I am.
I put on my robe and wizard hat
You don the flappy body bindings and the pointy cranium cover you looted from the evil wizard you killed a while back. They’re still as comfortable as the day you wiped the blood off them, and they imbue you with a sense of power and a strange urge to rudely prank people and commit mass slaughter.
Not you again!
I cast Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite…