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Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“Hm... no, that was the worst I had that I was willing to let be struck down. I wouldn’t just throw in one of my favorite gladiators.” Lord Fool laughs. “You’re clearly skilled if you managed to take down Tasken.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

The spider stiffens with confusion when Remyis disappears, and it lets out a bellow when he reappears before it. The cry becomes a garbled sound as its already-maimed body is slashed, and yet.. miraculously, it still stands.

It shakes its horned head, scattering burning orange here and there, before it attempts to headbutt Remyis while Lord Fool howls with amusement up in the stands

muses-of-the-multiverse

Remyis stops glowing white and sidesteps the horn aimed at him with ease. Before then he brings his two blades down through the spider's neck(or what he assumed was its neck anyway)and cut the head from the body.

wyrmgod

Lord Fool booms with delight and leans forwards far enough that Pale King grabs onto his tail for fear his older sibling would lean right out of the stands.

The spider bellows as its pierced, but it’s the last noise it makes before it goes down and its head is severed from its body. Orange pools everywhere beneath it, filling the arena with a sickly sweet scent.

“How gruesome...” Pale King murmurs, curling his tail close to himself.

#remyis

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

The spider stiffens with confusion when Remyis disappears, and it lets out a bellow when he reappears before it. The cry becomes a garbled sound as its already-maimed body is slashed, and yet.. miraculously, it still stands.

It shakes its horned head, scattering burning orange here and there, before it attempts to headbutt Remyis while Lord Fool howls with amusement up in the stands

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Okay then! So, I just head into the arena, and get ready to fight what comes my way, right?” He says as he starts walking into the arena to fight. He was excited to see what challenge awaited him in the ring.

wyrmgod

“Precisely.” Lord Fool grins, and he heads back to his throne. Tirin reluctantly follows his sibling, though he worries about what the trial will hold. He knows his brother holds a greater like for violence than him. It’s only natural for wyrms.

The portcullis before Remyis rattles, then is yanked open by a rusty mechanism. Behind the one on the other side, something growls and rams against the bars, but isn’t released just yet.

muses-of-the-multiverse

Remyis sees that whatever is in there is just as much itching for a fight as he is. Remyis then equips two blades and twirls before taking a ready fighting stance. "Alrighty then! Let's do this!" He shouts excited. He seems really into this.

wyrmgod

“BEGIN THE TRIAL!” Lord Fool booms, making his sibling jump and instictively clamber up onto the throne. Lord Fool only laughs.

The gate is hoisted open, and chains rattle. With the gate out of the way, orange bubbles and eyes can be seen in the dark as the beast lets out a roar. There’s the distinct sound of chains snapping, and a massive spider lurches out of the dark, wheezing and dripping with orange from a large gash on its underside.

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Okay then! So, I just head into the arena, and get ready to fight what comes my way, right?” He says as he starts walking into the arena to fight. He was excited to see what challenge awaited him in the ring.

wyrmgod

“Precisely.” Lord Fool grins, and he heads back to his throne. Tirin reluctantly follows his sibling, though he worries about what the trial will hold. He knows his brother holds a greater like for violence than him. It’s only natural for wyrms.

The portcullis before Remyis rattles, then is yanked open by a rusty mechanism. Behind the one on the other side, something growls and rams against the bars, but isn’t released just yet.

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Oh I don’t blame ya for being protective of him. I mean, I was too back in that lifetime. Either way, your Colosseum is very nice, certainly looks like a place for grand battles.” He says smiling. "How have things been going in your Colosseum anyway?” He then asks.

wyrmgod

The plating along Lord Fool’s back flares slightly with caution, and he curls his tail to show off his stinger. “Hmph, thank you. Things in the Colosseum have been well, as gruesome as ever. Some poor moron got himself crushed here some time ago, but other than that there’s been no unintentional maulings.” He snorts. “The trial I just left is almost over.. I’ll have to congratulate the victor when they emerge.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“I see. So, it’s sort of like a series of fighters against one in a challenge of sorts. That sounds like an interesting time! Do you think I could try and take on a trial?” Remyis asks the Lord Fool himself.

wyrmgod

“If you can pay the trial fees, I can’t tell you no. We have three main trials. However, we have sparring matches for much cheaper, but no killing at all within those matches.” The Blackwyrm replies.

“I would advise a sparring match.” Tirin puts in. “The trials are highly deadly, I would assume nigh impossible unless one possesses magical prowess of a sort.”

“No, they’re possible without. Just incredibly difficult.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Alrighty then!” Remyis says, pulling out a sack of gold. “Do you accept gold over Geo? I’m afraid I don’t have any geo on me.” He asks.

wyrmgod

“I can make use of gold.” Lord Fool nods, and takes the bag of gold to open it without even asking.

“Virisec,” Tirin speaks aloud this time, making the larger Wyrm pause and look at him. “Is now really the time to be holding a trial?”

“There’s always time for a trial.” Lord Fool chuckles. “Always time for me to build a hoard, and for anyone to prove themself a Fool.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Oh I don’t blame ya for being protective of him. I mean, I was too back in that lifetime. Either way, your Colosseum is very nice, certainly looks like a place for grand battles.” He says smiling. "How have things been going in your Colosseum anyway?” He then asks.

wyrmgod

The plating along Lord Fool’s back flares slightly with caution, and he curls his tail to show off his stinger. “Hmph, thank you. Things in the Colosseum have been well, as gruesome as ever. Some poor moron got himself crushed here some time ago, but other than that there’s been no unintentional maulings.” He snorts. “The trial I just left is almost over.. I’ll have to congratulate the victor when they emerge.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“I see. So, it’s sort of like a series of fighters against one in a challenge of sorts. That sounds like an interesting time! Do you think I could try and take on a trial?” Remyis asks the Lord Fool himself.

wyrmgod

“If you can pay the trial fees, I can’t tell you no. We have three main trials. However, we have sparring matches for much cheaper, but no killing at all within those matches.” The Blackwyrm replies.

“I would advise a sparring match.” Tirin puts in. “The trials are highly deadly, I would assume nigh impossible unless one possesses magical prowess of a sort.”

“No, they’re possible without. Just incredibly difficult.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Oh I don’t blame ya for being protective of him. I mean, I was too back in that lifetime. Either way, your Colosseum is very nice, certainly looks like a place for grand battles.” He says smiling. "How have things been going in your Colosseum anyway?” He then asks.

wyrmgod

The plating along Lord Fool’s back flares slightly with caution, and he curls his tail to show off his stinger. “Hmph, thank you. Things in the Colosseum have been well, as gruesome as ever. Some poor moron got himself crushed here some time ago, but other than that there’s been no unintentional maulings.” He snorts. “The trial I just left is almost over.. I’ll have to congratulate the victor when they emerge.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

Tirin isn’t quite sure what Remyis means, but he just kind of nods along as if he has a clue. “I see.... my brother is likely on his throne in the stands, I would rather wait here than venture through the crowd-“

He’s cut off by heavy footsteps barreling down the steps to the stands, and none other but Lord Fool crashes into the Pale Wyrm with an excited roar. “TIRIN!” His voice shakes the walls. “I KNEW I SMELLED YOU!” His long tail wags, the broad side of his stinger knocking down a passing Fool. “WHO’S THIS YOU’VE BROUGHT TO ME?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Hiya! I’m Remyis. I used to be part of your brother’s Pale Court in a previous life. That was a really long time ago though.” He says holding out a hand to shake. “And before you ask, no I was not human in that life, I was a bug.” He adds.

wyrmgod

“PART OF THE COURT?” Lord Fool narrows his eyes. He reaches a claw... to tug Pale King closer to him protectively. “YOU LITTLE-“

“Virisec,” Tirin cuts in, wriggling away from his older sibling. “He had no part in their decisions. I can promise you.”

Lord Fool growls lowly, drawing his claws in. Finally, he lowers his voice. “If he hurts you I’ll rip him apart.”

“He lacks the capability.”

Lord Fool visibly restrains himself from making a sharp comment at that, and instead focuses his attention back on Remyis. “...Right. Welcome to my Colosseum. Don’t get too comfortable.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

Tirin isn’t quite sure what Remyis means, but he just kind of nods along as if he has a clue. “I see.... my brother is likely on his throne in the stands, I would rather wait here than venture through the crowd-“

He’s cut off by heavy footsteps barreling down the steps to the stands, and none other but Lord Fool crashes into the Pale Wyrm with an excited roar. “TIRIN!” His voice shakes the walls. “I KNEW I SMELLED YOU!” His long tail wags, the broad side of his stinger knocking down a passing Fool. “WHO’S THIS YOU’VE BROUGHT TO ME?”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

He rolls mid-air so he’s flying back-down rather than belly-down. “I could imagine, I only wish to inform you of as much, seeing as my brother is quite prone to violence. He does pick fights on purpose, and I do not wish to see his antagonization enganged, that’s all.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Okay. I’ll be sure to not engage with it. I’m pretty good at that too.” Remyis says swinging along until they get to the Colosseum of Fools.

wyrmgod

Tirin is just landing when a thunderous but amused bellow erupts from inside as metal strikes metal and the crowd cheers. The pale wyrm sighs. “He’s most certainly at home.” He murmurs, before ducking in. Many of the Fools are sleeping, unaware of the king of Hallownest’s presence among them.

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

He rolls mid-air so he’s flying back-down rather than belly-down. “I could imagine, I only wish to inform you of as much, seeing as my brother is quite prone to violence. He does pick fights on purpose, and I do not wish to see his antagonization enganged, that’s all.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“I rarely spoke about him to keep my court away. After the battle of blackwyrm, I decided to allow them to believe he was dead, and that his reincarnation was a new bug altogether.” The wyrm stretches, his wings flaring and his tail sticking out straight as he does before he relaxes again. “He’s likely at the edge of Hallownest, where his Colosseum resides... he was always far more fond of our mutual grave than I, though I fail to comprehend his reasoning.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Eh, sometimes a place of the dead can hold a special meaning for some. Especially if that place is technically speaking your grave.” Remyis says shrugging. “So, Kingdom’s Edge right? Shall we get going there?” He adds with a smile.

wyrmgod

“I suppose so.. I don’t have much room to speak on that, it would seem, given I’ve spent my time skulking about like some sort of wild animal.” He sighs. “Right, to Kindgom’s Edge...”

The wyrm flares his wings as if he’s going to take off, then pauses. “You wouldn’t happen to be capable of flight, would you?”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Not by myself no...well, technically yes, but that power is reserved for emergencies only. Though, I do have this to simulate it for now.” He says pulling out a gauntlet, and equipping it to his right hand. He aims a pointed blade from it up at the walls, and it shoots out. It pulls him towards and he stays latched there with the blade embedded in the wall.

wyrmgod

“Ah, a grappling hook.” Is that amusement in his tone? Who’s to say?

The Pale King flaps all six of his wings to lift himself off of the ground, and sets course for the Kingdom’s Edge. If he had wanted he could have taken off at a higher speed, but he decides to keep it slow so that Remyis can keep up easily. “I must warn you, though, my brother is quite... harsh, in nature. He may greet us with aggression.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“I rarely spoke about him to keep my court away. After the battle of blackwyrm, I decided to allow them to believe he was dead, and that his reincarnation was a new bug altogether.” The wyrm stretches, his wings flaring and his tail sticking out straight as he does before he relaxes again. “He’s likely at the edge of Hallownest, where his Colosseum resides... he was always far more fond of our mutual grave than I, though I fail to comprehend his reasoning.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Eh, sometimes a place of the dead can hold a special meaning for some. Especially if that place is technically speaking your grave.” Remyis says shrugging. “So, Kingdom’s Edge right? Shall we get going there?” He adds with a smile.

wyrmgod

“I suppose so.. I don’t have much room to speak on that, it would seem, given I’ve spent my time skulking about like some sort of wild animal.” He sighs. “Right, to Kindgom’s Edge...”

The wyrm flares his wings as if he’s going to take off, then pauses. “You wouldn’t happen to be capable of flight, would you?”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“I rarely spoke about him to keep my court away. After the battle of blackwyrm, I decided to allow them to believe he was dead, and that his reincarnation was a new bug altogether.” The wyrm stretches, his wings flaring and his tail sticking out straight as he does before he relaxes again. “He’s likely at the edge of Hallownest, where his Colosseum resides... he was always far more fond of our mutual grave than I, though I fail to comprehend his reasoning.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“You cannot help someone that refuses it.” He shakes his head, as he stops finally to sit on an old broken down bench. He coils up like a snake, resting his chin on his tail. “I’ve been doing what I can to help from afar, I have, but I know how it will go when I eventually come face to face with them.”

“Hornet will be furious with me. Ghost will want me dead yet again. Wisp- the one they call the Broken Vessel now- will be afraid. My Pure Vessel....” he trails off, taking a deep breath and looking away. “I would not say I’ve given up, but I do not want the knowledge that I’ve returned to weigh down upon them, so I prefer to keep here where none venture.”

muses-of-the-multiverse

“Oh, is that that foresight of yours kicking? I remember hearing rumors of it from the other members of the court, how you had foresight or something. Is it true you did?” Remyis asks.

“But aside from that, it’s probably better to find them sooner than later. After all, your regrets will only weigh down on you more as time goes on. Eventually, they may become too heavy for your body to take anymore. Take it from me...regrets have a way of sticking around if you don’t face them.” He says, looking at the void floating around in the air.

wyrmgod

“Believe me, I know all too well of the weight of regrets. It’s why I passed.” He bats away stray particles, and closes his eyes for a moment. “To answer your question.. yes, I do have my foresight, I’ve had such an ability since the day I hatched, unlike my brutish fool of a brother.” He sits up a bit.

“I.. do not mean fool to be demeaning, he labeled himself that way and wears the title with pride.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

wyrmgod

Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.

When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”

wyrmgod

“You cannot help someone that refuses it.” He shakes his head, as he stops finally to sit on an old broken down bench. He coils up like a snake, resting his chin on his tail. “I’ve been doing what I can to help from afar, I have, but I know how it will go when I eventually come face to face with them.”

“Hornet will be furious with me. Ghost will want me dead yet again. Wisp- the one they call the Broken Vessel now- will be afraid. My Pure Vessel....” he trails off, taking a deep breath and looking away. “I would not say I’ve given up, but I do not want the knowledge that I’ve returned to weigh down upon them, so I prefer to keep here where none venture.”

#muses-of-the-multiverse

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