I have spent the better part of my life in this tower, studying the strange objects known as Mirrorstones. The stones were created by the Sorcerer-Kings with their own high magic, and I was secretly tasked with discovering their useful qualities for my masters. My colleagues said that I was a fool for locking myself up with my work, but I knew there were properties of the stones that were yet undiscovered, and that the Sorcerer-Kings would reward me handsomely if I could discover them. For years I have studied the stones, recording any reactions and changes. I only wish to please my sovereigns. After all, what servant does not wish to please his masters?

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Last evening, a great rift from the Plane of Fire opened at my doorstep. I felt sure that I was going to die. From within the inferno, I saw a devil dressed in robes and cackling madly at me. I lost consciousness shortly afterwards. I awoke the next morning, surprised that I was somehow still alive and that this tower still stood. Then I remembered the Mirrorstones. If they had been destroyed my masters would have my head. Thank the stars they were unbroken, but I noticed something new. The stones now glowed with an unnatural light, as if they had become planetouched by the incident.

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I gaze into the Mirrorstones now, and I see beyond the Ward. I can see the planes, and they are glorious. The stones are a gateway to those worlds. They call to me. I know I must report this to my masters, but I cannot leave the warm light of the stones. I’ll go to them tomorrow. Yes, by tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be ready to leave the stones. Tomorrow…

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