A House of Sorcery

He stole to the wilderness, in the shadows of the Holmgrad Mountains, a land that overlooked the Gray Coast. Here no man, nor dwarf, dwelt, for it was the haunt of frost giants in the winter and stone giants all year round; dragons, small and white, prowled the craggy rooftops. Coming to an ancient path he had discovered in his many adventures he followed it to a small hidden vale. He brought with him 4 goblins, skilled in the use of stone and water.

There he built his house.

But it was no house that one might take notice of, it was roofless and without walls. With sorcery he threw up walls of air so that no wind, no tempest, storm or fog could bother him. Deep beneath his feet he poisoned the earth, hardening it so that no beast could crawl up from below. For a roof he cast out a net and captured the light of the moon and the warmth of the sun, and his vale knew only a temperature he cast. A dweomer he cast over it all, anchoring it to the rocky walls and made the whole reflect light so that any who might see it, from any direction, saw beyond it or around it and took no notice.

And so his House of Sorcery came to be.

He cleared a small patch of earth and cast runes into it, hardening it to stone. He rooted the stonework deep into the stone as tooth in bone; it turned black from his sorcery. He summoned water with another rune for he knew the goblins worked best with water as their tool. More runes he lay into the earth, and at the last the rune of mirrors; the portal opened, taller than intended and wider still. He commanded it then to open upon the words: Heiga ish Ea Tumna. He stepped through and cast another, so that he could see into other realms. With his sight he saw many things and he set to casting runes to cross into other realms.

His home became a place of twisted misery, begrimed corruption; a caliginous stain of groping evil, whose every thought rose unfettered of consequence, stripped to its uttermost ruin. It drew creatures from the edge of hate, and they ever lingered on the edge of his House of Sorcery seeking they knew not what.

~ Tales of Aihrde, Of Trigal and his House