Hi! I’m Vernoculius Armentosferon Alpestericule Almenispirin Lomenker…What you think I’m kidding you? Well, you’re right, that’s not my name I don’t have a name at all. Why you ask? The reason’s simple, I’m a brick-a spirit brick,yes-but still one brick out of billions in this palace. Which palace is this you ask? Why the greatest palace in the world of course!Greater than even that hall of peace, after all, what matters more, spirit bricks bought from the suffering of trillions or everlasting peace? Spirit bricks!
Getting back to the story now, I want to tell you something, something very very secret…I am the last of the originals, yes those famed original billion bricks built by slaves across generations to showcase the glory of the empire. After those slaves revolted (with some help from yours truly!) the empire fell and all of the bricks were destroyed…except one, of course, they then rebuilt the palace and the empire… the slaves were sponsored by the nobility, who were just interested in a change of regime, not policy…long story short revolts happened again the palace was destroyed and rebuilt a total of nine times and in the end, it became a haunted and deserted place while the Prime Ministration of Melodia now held court in that stupid hall of peace. There hadn’t been a single visitor for thirty decades now…until today.
Right there in front of me, thirteen robed humanoids were creating some sort of magical construct, a summoning circle perhaps? Well, whatever it was, they weren’t doing it right and it should go wrong in about 3,2,1…Huh, nothing happened, maybe I was wrong…And suddenly I was in complete darkness…How did I get here?… Oh, those fools! They were building their little circle right below my vantage point on the ceiling! And now I’m stuck here! What is this the bedroom?… Ugh yuck, I can’t believe I got stuck in a…Aaaaaah! What is this! What is squishing me! And where is it taking me? AND WHY IS…Oh, I’m out.