I pondered what had happened once I was recovered enough to sit up.
The maskdwarf's teleportation spell had worked on me. Did that mean...
No. For as I gazed around, I saw it: a crack in time. (This kind of crack:
http://scyfilove.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/crack-who.jpg) A small one, much smaller than usual when I teleported myself....but it was there. It would probably be gone in a couple of days it was so small.
I concluded that maskdwarf's teleportation trick hadn't
quite worked on me, and I had instinctively boosted his spell with my own spell. surprising that our spells hadn't cancelled out, but maybe...maybe it was just as simple as "same intent: get out".
I'd think more about the implications for our magical interactions later.
Get rid of Rhaken, get the adamant I needed.
I giggled. I was going to oust rhaken anyways. Rhaken, who was not MEANT to be an overseer at all...fate was not as strong in this fort as it was in other forts, and could be overwhelmed by a sufficiently crafty player...but it was there. To be honest, if it weren't for my knowledge of fate-magic, I would never be able to controll a fort, now that my ability to possess the hive-mind directly had been lost.
But...I could manage well enough.
If Rhaken tried to have me and my crazies killed in a futile effort to prolong his stay in power...
Well, we'd have the chef feed him some mis-processed valley herbs, shove him in the office, and have Emdief pull the lever to a goblin cage in his room.
Ah, yes, Emdief. Someone overheard him wishing for the days when you "knew which side you were on: usually the wrong side of a locked door, along with an uncaged goblin." Or something like that.
I know he doesn't like me. He doesn't like magic, no matter how curious he is.
but he is a BRILLIANT engineer.
See, I found out what he got in trouble for a little while ago: designing synthetic body parts. which, frankly, was a stupid thing to get in trouble for...THINK about it! No more will dwarves with missing limbs necessarily need to remain limbless! lost a leg? Talk to Emdief! lost an arm? talk to Emdief! lost a head? Well...talk to me or Maskdwarf about forcibly reattaching your soul to your body.
I giggled at that.
Yes. Emdief would be the cheif engineer in charge of the mechanisms for my project. Didn't matter if he didn't like me. Didn't matter he'd take advantage of his newfound power to oust me in turn. as long as I got power for my portal, and Emdief kept the fort safe...
it would be fine.
If i could convince him to let me use his Thaumometer...
Then everything...would not be fine. it would be perfect.
Now, what's next on my agenda?
Ah, yes. Drink, food, sleep. I'd been lost in the ventilation shafts for a while, after all, and magic was 'thirstying' work.