“Still?” The ArchMage asks with a sigh of exhaustion. “It’s been a month since the portal to the Lux stopped working.” He states. “At least we think it has.” replies Magi Kurak, the Magi of Portals of the Arcane Sanctum. “Some have went into the portal, whether they have exited the one at the Lux, of that we are not sure.” The ArchMage looks to his bed, its canopy bulging in a certain spot, revealing to those who know, the little Imp that resides in the Penta. “Ziblis, are you sure you have not been able to penetrate this bubble that has surrounded the Lux and that damn Fey Forest?” A small chuckle escapes the Imp’s mouth.. “penetrate” he muses. After a very brief moment, the Imp comes to remember that the ArchMage has been in a foul mood since he lost the ability to rift into the Lux. “Yes, Lord Az’Caine, I am most certain that I cannot enter the Lux, nor the forest. Which really sucks, I had a date with the grove of Nymphs..” he trails off. Magi Rhialto, the head of the Penta of Calanhelm clears his throat and shifts nervously in his chair. “My Lord, have you had a chance to speak with Lady Aithusa?” Rhialto almost instinctively knows the answer, but it must be asked. The ArchMage shakes his head. “No. I have not been able to contact her. I have travelled to her residence, I have spoke with a few others who normally know her general location, and she is not in any of those known locals. I have tried every ritual that I know of to contact her, Visions, Lore, Whispering Winds, Seek the Whole and more. None have proven fruitful.” The ArchMage trails off. A look of concern etched upon his face. Magi Kurak leans forward. “ I do not understand what could be the problem. I have never seen a portal open to a location, accept a traveller and not give some indication that the portal has completed the travel. In all of my time as Magi of Portals, which is nearly a Century, has something like this happened.” “Time..” the ArchMage murmurs under his breath. “Could it be?” he asks himself. He breaks from his inner thoughts. “Gentlemen, you will have to excuse me. I have to prepare a ritual that I have not had to perform in some time. Cordon off the floor. Ensure that the Wards and Circles are in place and have been bolstered. No one should be on this level in the next day. The ritual is complex and the backlash could be, detrimental, to those in the vicinity.” He calls over to the canopy “that means you as well Imp. You don’t want to be here when the ritual begins.” With that, the Magi of the Sanctum take their leave, examining the Circles and recasting the Wards in the upper chambers of the Sanctum.