Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801034401

"What I mean, Son of Cerberus, is that even I had not thought it possible to use the Well in such a manner.  And perhaps,  neither did the Doctor.  If you're concerned that I was referring to some manner of stealing your memories, then you needn't worry about that.  I already have, just through your being here."

She gestures towards a large, floating shard of obsidian that was not there before. On its face, Hound sees visions, flashing images of his life.

"Surprised?  Don't be.  Your father filled in the---ahaha---details that were unclear."

The floor begims to shake. The crystals in the room make a silver sound as they are jostled, and heavy, thudding sounds emanate from outside the tower. The rumble continues, unabated, then stops abruptly.

"Oh, dear," Alcamarie says. "It seems as though your friend's final cycle has completed.  The echoes he has collected in the Glyph from his most recent life have finally opened the last tier of knowledge."

She turns, and a staircase that had not previously existed now rose up, up to an open doorway, out of the tower, then continuing on the outside.

"Go up to the top of the spire, Marcus, if you want to fimd your friend," Alcamarie says. "There, you must sacrifice that which is most dear to you.  Think of a vision, think of what is most precious. It will appear, in illusion only.  Destroy it.  Then, you will have demonstrated your willingness to return to the waking world."

She gives him a hard look. "But be warned.  When you return, you will likely come to the place where Ibrahim is, as well.  It will be in a place of great importance to you both.  You must be prepared for anything."