The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 12:20 AM
Wizard Way, the Castle... Sága shook her head slightly. "You know so little of your own family tree," she mused, before considering the easiest way to explain this to Cuyler. "When my brother Odin was but a boy, he needed to drink the waters of Mimir to become the God of Knowledge - but those waters can only be consumed by those who have given up half of their sight... In exchange, they can see more clearly with one eye than they could before with two." The goddess then smiled slightly at the dog, before pulling a steak out of her pocket and she tossed it to Thia. "You have a fine beast."
She then turned her attention to Arnora. "Do you believe I would have done this any other way if it were not strictly needed? There are thousands if not millions of futures, some of them separated by as small a thing as giving Cuyler a
choice to lose his sight... And aye, girl, it is about Ragnarok. I foresaw the end of our lands, the next turn of the cycle of time, and I have been searching for eternity for a way to prevent the forces of chaos..."
"If the boy drinks from the waters of Mimir, your people stand a chance of survival. If he does not... You will all perish at her hand."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Vault -> Outside Dungeon One - the Palace
Skills: N/A
he said quietly. There was one particular bit of
Magyk that could be cast over the Dungeons, but it was a cruel process. The
Magyk slowly sucked away at the spirit and life of the person incarcerated within them, eventually turning them from a vibrant and lively being into a husk of their former self. Some prisoners would scream that a black wraith was feeding off of their soul. He didn't like the use of that
Magyk, but with some prisoners it was needed... And if they needed to subject Amarantha to the curse to keep the Castle safe, then so be it. He owed it to all of the innocent people living here who were in danger because of her.
Myrus departed the vault with his sister, coming out to spot his other sister, Valda, speaking with the rogue that had come with Amarantha. He could have let Ahote handle this all by himself, but Myrus had sentenced Amarantha to this fate - he felt he had to see it through. Besides, if he wasn't there and somehow Amarantha escaped, he would only have himself to blame for anyone who got hurt. Valda didn't seem to register they were there.
"Valda, Ahote and I are taking her to the Dungeons... We'll lock her up with the curse," he informed his sister, before Myrus headed to the nearest staircase that would take them down to the lower levels.
Instead of taking the turn for the crypt as he had done so many times, he made a right. The halls were lit with torches and various guards were down here, having been assigned to ensure that no one would escape. They looked at Amarantha with confusion and then pity. Eventually, stopping outside the most wretched looking door of them all, Myrus opened it to reveal a deep pit with chains.
"I can chain her," he told Ahote, offering him a chance to step back and not have to do this to his friend. The chains were where the curse was localized - whoever wore them would slowly be destroyed.
Meanwhile back up above, Apollodora sighed slightly, looking at Valda. What could she say to prove to her that she came from the future? She could tell her that she was the daughter of Arya Rincewind and the northern trader Cuyler, son of the All-Mother, but that would hardly convince Valda to believe her. No, she would have to supply some information that Valda hadn't told anyone yet, something that was common knowledge in the future. She paused for a moment, thinking, but she couldn't come up with something that wouldn't make things more complicated and confusing. "Aye, my story is a strange one... But I believe yours is matched in strangeness. I'm the daughter of Arya Rincewind. If you're worried about anyone ending the world... It's going to be my mother."
Violet
Location: ???
Skills: N/A
Lord Hellfire looked on at Fleur with amusement, her words about the hatred her mother held for him causing a smile to tug at the corner of his lips. "Your mother forbade that I see you, daughter," he answered simply at first, before continuing to elaborate. "I loved power more than I loved her... A trait that I see you have inherited. As for our plans, they do not concern you. We have been ruling this world from the shadows since before the world was remade. The designs of your little coven do not concern us."
"Answer her question," Violet told the Lord Hellfire sharply. He didn't scare her, even with the purely wicked gleam in his eye each time he spoke. His eyes were hollow, as if the emptiness from where his soul once had been was growing larger with each and every moment. The air around him even felt
wrong, as if each atom of his body was exuding a greater and greater darkness.
"Yes, the
Way... I am afraid we are not responsible for those - the
Ancient Ways connect us all through
Magyk. Step through one and you will be transported across the world. And no, daughter, I did not use your
Way... though one of our members, Esren, did." That name would have meaning for Fleur - Esren was Nera's birth name. Had Nera been working for this mysterious group the entire time? Had her love betrayed her after all?
"...That's how you move your army, then," Violet deduced. It made sense then how they were able to have power. Not even the most powerful wizards were able to
Transport large groups on mass, especially across significant distances. But with the
Ancient Ways, they could simply walk through a doorway and end up exactly where they needed to be, without giving their enemies the chance to prepare to strike. To have control over the
Ancient Ways was to control the world.
"Yes, very astute Avenger," Lord Hellfire said, chuckling a little bit again. "Now, do you have more questions for me, daughter...?"
Asgard: November 6th, 12,508 - 1:20 AM
The Rainbow Bridge... Antonije kept a firm grip on Sylvi, his arm around her as they walked along the Rainbow Bridge. It was a steep drop into the waters below them if they were to fall off and he wasn't about to take any chances. His faith in Bruce's abilities was dismal at best, so he figured if they were to fall, Bruce would probably not notice they were dead for about two years or so.
"She's a witch," Antonije argued.
"A witchling, fine, but still a witch." He didn't care what Bruce thought, it was simple to him - Nova had strange abilities and she wasn't a full goddess, she didn't even have the title of goddess, so witch was the best she could come by.
Halley walked next to Myth, finding her company to be the most pleasant of those assembled. She still had Loki slung over her shoulder, letting the unconscious goddess be for the moment. It was far more pleasant than having her uncle aware to complain and whine.
"I'm going to take Loki to the prison, you're welcome to join me if you wish - unless you would rather go with Bruce and the children to see Nova," she informed her sister-in-law. She had to imagine that Myth would prefer to attend to the children and then go collect her son from her own mother, Runa. New mothers were always especially fretful in her experience.
"You okay?" Antonije whispered into his girlfriend's mind. The Rainbow Bridge was excessively long, but they were nearing the end of it. At that point, they would just need to walk to the center of the city to reach the palace. He wasn't exactly going to complain about the distance, given that he had spent most of his life traveling and trying to avoid his adoptive mother Constance, but it still struck him as being a bit much. But then, the engineering side of his mind realized that this bridge was probably the minimum safe distance people could live from the awesome power of the BiFrost.
"We should go find Grandfather as well," Halley then realized, turning her attention to Bruce.
"Is he at the Summer Palace?" she asked. Baldur tended to like to pretend that July never ended, that despite the November chill in the air it was still the time of warmth and relaxation. Her grandmother, Nanna, was rather the same way. It struck her as odd sometimes how such carefree and happy people could produce someone with as much internal turmoil as her mother Runa, but she supposed there was no reason why someone had to be
exactly like their parents anyways.
