[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Supernatural Lore
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Even as the horses butted in, there clearly wasn’t much knowledge on Witchfire between the five of them. As they trotted along, their scenery warped further. It was largely quiet, and Jack had enough time to notice the aching feeling from his wounds begin to grow a little loud. He briefly considered uncorking the alien alcohol he still had in a pocket, but decided against that in the presence of a kid. Besides, he’d only launch into a ran about time travel in response to Klara’s input if he was intoxicated. Just as it became boring, the sounds of a distant battle could be heard. Alarmingly, Jack could visibly see traces of magic, and a violent light fill a battlefield which he was nearing with Carolina and Klara. They weren’t in a condition to fight as a group, thought Jack could reasonably banish a few assailants if the need arose.

[color=6644ff]”That must be our destination,”[/color] And their destination it was, for as they finally came upon the castle, there stood a grand total of six Sorcerer Surpemes, for [i]nine[/i] in total. It was going to be one of [i]those[/i] days. An old woman who seemed dreadfully fatigued, some vaguely familiar twinkish guy who looked like a comic book necromancer… Anong them were his former companions. [color=6644ff]”Annika! Madalyne! There you are, where is Ananym?”[/color]

Unfortunately, that question would have to be put on hold for a moment, as the woman of the hour was addressing the crowd. A blonde, ominous woman who didn’t look like a future version of Ananym. Could his theory be wrong? Anything was possible where Limbo and the future were involved. Jack was a touch surprised when Ananym seemed to recognize her. [color=6644ff]”You know her?”[/color] He stepped off of Mercymorn, taking a moment to thank the horses for their effort. Standing beside them and his human travel companions, Jack studied this Witchfire. She certainly seemed to be the intelligent type of imposing, with how collected she was. No one became a person of renown in Limbo without a story. The dethroning of a powerful wizard, a tale of conquest- People feared the woman they were all addressed by for a reason, even if that reason wasn’t apparent.

She was offering them all tea, when her forces came out in full forces against the other would-be Sorcerer Supremes. An interesting change of pace, but one he wasn’t in a place to comment on due to arriving this late. Knowing that this was Limbo, he wasn’t inclined to trust Witchfire, or anyone for that matter, not to slip poison into the cup. At the very least, the tea wouldn’t curse him.

[color=6644ff]”You… Lady Witchfire.”[/color] He elected to address the woman directly, and as professionally as he could. This could be delicate. [color=6644ff]”Your offer is generous. I simply must ask, though- And this may sound strange. Do I seem familiar to you? The whims of fate suggest that to were once someone I knew, and fate can be strange in Limbo.”[/color] That wasn’t a lie, Jack’s history was rather whimsical, after all. Jack was, of course, referring to his theory that Witchfire was an older Ananym- She could’ve learned shapeshifting magic, or inhabited another body through necromancy. He wouldn’t know just by looking at her, though. If he happened to be correct, then this night may be somewhat easier.