It was almost biblical. Almost. If Quincy had put much stock in the written words beyond what Jesus had affirmed, she might have cared more. Regardless, Sister Nimue had been seated amongst the grass behind her cottage for three days and three nights, watching as Basileus' Tower grew before her. They had neglected to mention the tower was a Mushroom, enormous and with various spouting masses. It had a dark grey stem, with a large flat purple cap. It cast a wide shadow across the site of Mage Refugum.

No matter. This was its physical shell. Its true position lay outside this dimension, existing within the confines of its own realm. Quincy could build around this, a clock tower would work nicely. What village, what settlement didn't have a way of tracking time on a scale?

After all, a heavy dependancy on electronic was forbidden here.

Quincy stepped into her cottage, placed a hand against the wall and watched as it slid apart, dust and debris crumbling onto the hardwood. The doorway to the foreign realm was there, waiting for her. Quincy pushed it open, the brass-reinforced wood squeaking against her efforts, stuck on a slight lift in the floor she would smooth out later.

The Witch stepped within, and blew tiny flames from her palm. They danced about her, spinning and pirouetting as they sought out the candles that awaited them. Basileus' tower had gone dormant, sleeping until she could finally awaken it.

It was enormous, with endless books that rose in a ciruclar pattern. At the top, she could make out an oracular, whilst here at the bottom was everything needed for alchemy. She would get to that later, she was more invested in these grimoires, and she knew somebody else who would be. Knowledge was a weapon, particularly with promises all of them had made at one point or another.

Quincy ascended the steps, acutely aware of mishapen entities and watchers from the dark corners, lurking and scuttling in regions beyond her personal interest. Basileus' familiars, now hers. One of them hung from the ceiling, it bore the hairy body of a spider and the head of a human babe, thick tusks growing from its mouth.

"We awaited you, Mistress. Awaited you for so long! And we know, we know, we know you will do great work. What would you have us do? What would you do?"

"I am a Servant of Chaos. I aim to take Hell itself. Go, bring the others to me."

The Spider-Baby pulled itself back up the strand of web, and Quincy soon heard its voice in hushed whispers behind the bookshelves. They were instrumental in their dozens, their hundreds. Countless souls bound in service to the tower. They would become the backbone of her work.

"In my cottage, you will find a large crate. Bring it in here." Quincy commanded, adressing any who might listen. She wanted the Knight of X's armour to be safely installed here, out of the way of her own feet- and behind a further barrier. She could hear them hefting it already, straining with the weight. Good.

Quincy came to a stop at Basileus' desk, and looked down into the remainder of the tower. They were gathering now, hanging from bookshelves and candelabras, sitting on rising stacks and banisters. A mixture of familiars of all different shapes and sizes, some more simpler than others.

A scraggly black cat pad across the desk and leapt up onto her shoulders, burying its cheek against hers before it let its green eyes settle on the audience. In years prior, she had dismissed the benefit of familiars- found them useless in the scheme of things. Now she could see she was wrong.

"I am Sister Nimue. I am to be Queen of Hell, and return Chaos to this Universe. You all will help me, any who go against this desire shall find themselves something else. Perhaps a pencil, whose purpose is to be sharpened til there is nothing left. Our first task is to find information on the Lords of Hell. You are all archivists in this space- seek what I need."

Quincy lets her eyes fall on the Oracular device, and pads up the stairs once more. She would learn how this worked, and use it to scry as Basileus no doubt intended. It was enormous, brass, pointing to an empty frame where she was certain glass would go. A window of some kind, designed to watch and learn. Was this how Basileus had kept such tabs on her?

Quincy pointed one by one at three increasingly bizarre Familiars. Assembled from a pass of animal parts, it seemed. "You three. Find Mikaela, Wynne and Violet. Bring them here. They will pass through the barriers without problem."

Quincy took her seat and pulled one of Basileus' books into her lap. She would wait. And she would educate.