11-17-2020, 09:23 AM
is this the end of everything?
STRAIA
or is it just a new way to bleed?
It is strangely comforting to hear herself called by that familiar old pet name. Anyone else and she would have lashed out with magic, just to remind them who they were speaking to. But Warship knew exactly who he was speaking to. He’d known her all her life, watched her grow from a tiny thing to a Queen to a conqueror. And he had followed her always and her wild, impossible, destructive schemes. She did not need to remind him who she was, or what she was capable of.
He follows not too, stepping through the fog and back into the land of the living. She grins at him, and there is something youthful beneath the years and magic that has settled upon her. She feels ancient, even if in the grand scheme of Beqanna she is not that ancient. Still, she can feel the land, it’s magic a part of her now, and in some small way it has changed her.
”Come, and I will show you the place that currently serves as home.” Before them she opens what is clearly a portal. She needs no such thing to move them, but for his benefit, she makes it visible, stepping through without concern and assuming he will follow. After all, he has no reason not to.
The portal spits them out in the middle of Pangea, near the large winding river that cuts a path through their home. The tree can be seen nearby, sitting on a small hill, easily accessed by those who need it. ”They call it Pangea. An accident of a land caused by Carnage, but it has become home nonetheless. At least for now.” She missed the Chamber, and she would see it returned at least in some sense. She did not know what the faeries would give, or what they would ask for in return, but she would pay whatever price they asked. ”There is no more magic in the lands though. All of them are largely the same, with nothing to stand for and no real purpose. I do not know what that should look like in this new Beqanna, but I do intend to change what I can.”
He follows not too, stepping through the fog and back into the land of the living. She grins at him, and there is something youthful beneath the years and magic that has settled upon her. She feels ancient, even if in the grand scheme of Beqanna she is not that ancient. Still, she can feel the land, it’s magic a part of her now, and in some small way it has changed her.
”Come, and I will show you the place that currently serves as home.” Before them she opens what is clearly a portal. She needs no such thing to move them, but for his benefit, she makes it visible, stepping through without concern and assuming he will follow. After all, he has no reason not to.
The portal spits them out in the middle of Pangea, near the large winding river that cuts a path through their home. The tree can be seen nearby, sitting on a small hill, easily accessed by those who need it. ”They call it Pangea. An accident of a land caused by Carnage, but it has become home nonetheless. At least for now.” She missed the Chamber, and she would see it returned at least in some sense. She did not know what the faeries would give, or what they would ask for in return, but she would pay whatever price they asked. ”There is no more magic in the lands though. All of them are largely the same, with nothing to stand for and no real purpose. I do not know what that should look like in this new Beqanna, but I do intend to change what I can.”
@[Warship]
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