[Cards] Astral Bracelet

The rings spun wildly as the incantation finished. Blues and reds and bursts of golden arcane energy flung from the astrolabe. Stars sputtered in and out of existence around them as the ground beneath Galan and his companions bent and curled between their feet. Suddenly, as if just waking up, the world around them was different. Flames billowed around them and the heat was almost unbearable.

Galan looked down at the sphere in his hand. One of the rings sputtered to a halt, while the others continued to move lazily about on their own accord.

He folded the rings back into place, forming a bracelet of the astrolabe, before replacing it on his left wrist. He winced a little as hot metal bands touched his skin.

"Can't that thing do anything pleasant, Galan?" asked the armored warrior to his right. She was in for the worst of it, given this heat.

"Only as pleasant as the world around us can be. It warps the fabric of planes: not the nature of them."

The party continued forward, making their way toward the dark, looming tower before them.