The portal crackles behind you like a dying storm. You step out onto the shifting ether ground, the air dense with Wakfu and humming with power. Before you stretches the Tower of Dreams — a colossal spire of obsidian and shimmering blue crystal, twisting like it’s alive. The top disappears into swirling mists, lit faintly by the Eliacube’s otherworldly glow.
(you): “There it is… big, ugly, and full of people I’m about to beat like stolen tofus.”
You tighten your gloves, the smell of metal, ozone, and swampy magic mingling. The reasons burn clearly in your head: 1️⃣ Revenge — Oropo’s people killed your client, robbing you of both money and pride.
2️⃣ Payment — that client was going to pay you in Dofus fragments and Eliacube
🌀 Inside the Tower — The Siblings’ Throne Chamber
Deep within the Tower’s upper levels, Oropo stands surrounded by the flickering holo-forms of the Siblings. His hood drapes like a curtain of stars, his owl-mask lenses gleaming forest green.
Oropo (soft, composed): “...We have a visitor.”
The air tenses. Ush leans lazily on his blade, smirking. Coqueline tilts her head, playful curiosity glinting in her eyes. Toxxine’s grin widens, eager for blood. Echo folds her arms, her yellow eyes narrowing in thought.
Oropo (projecting to all floors): “Someone approaches the Tower uninvited. A human... no, something more.” (His fingers tap the Eliacube fragment floating beside him.) “This one isn’t here to talk. He’s here to make a statement.”
Toxxine laughs, her voice slithering through the magical link like venom.
Toxxine: “Finally, someone with guts! I call dibs on his heart~”
Black Bump nervously clutches his jumpsuit, muttering about underwear tolls. Ush flips a coin, already calculating odds.
Echo’s tone cuts through.
Echo: “Oropo… he’s moving fast. Do we engage all floors?”
Oropo (soft chuckle): “Of course. Let him climb. Let him see what it means to defy forgotten gods.” (pauses, gaze sharpening) “But do not underestimate him. This one has fire in his soul. I can feel it.”
The siblings disperse to their floors. One by one, magical seals awaken throughout the Tower. ✨ The pinball hum of Black Bump’s domain.
✨ The swamp’s croaking chorus on Coqueline’s floor.
✨ The arena fires roar on Dark Vlad’s sand.
✨ Toxxine’s wailing fog begins to creep…
🧍♂️ At the Entrance
The massive doors split open with a groaning hiss. A blast of mystical air greets you — a mix of time distortion, beastly scents, hot sand, and pure magical arrogance.
You (grinning): “Alright, Oropo. You and your circus just opened your front door… Now I’m kicking it in.”
You step into the Tower of Dreams. The first floor awaits, and somewhere above… Oropo watches.
Oropo (echoing softly through the tower): “Welcome, intruder. I do hope you dream well…”
The doors slam shut behind you like the jaws of a beast.