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eastbound2022-07-03 02:32 am
northerndragon) wrote in eastbound2022-07-03 02:32 am
[video] I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats (un: whitewolf)
[It’s Jon, on the Queen Zanrya and dressed more like a pirate than he had been before.
He speaks carefully. It’s clear something is troubling him… but would he be speaking to the entire group if nothing was on his mind? Most of the time, he is a quiet, steady man.]
Two things you all ought to know.
Back before we left the villages, after the Beastmaster was killed, I went to the forest one day, and the foxes who lived there came to me and asked for my aid. They wanted me to help them clean a place that they held sacred, that had become polluted by the Beastmaster’s creatures. Once I had done it, they told me some things, by way of thanks.
The Beastmaster was made the way he was by a mirror, given to him by the man in white. It was part of a deal: he would be helped in his search for his son, and in exchange, he agreed to aid the traveler in his pursuits. It seemed as though the offer was made to him more than once before he accepted. But you know of how desperate he was at the loss of the boy — he did accept, in the end.
That man, the traveler in white, also made the foxes’ shrine for them, in exchange for the use of their magic in keeping the Beastmaster alive while he was changed. The foxes did not like the traveler in white — they did not like his smell. But they accepted the trade nonetheless, so they could use the shrine — they called it the Root — to store the memory and wisdom of their people, their ancestors.
I was pulled into a mirror back in the lighthouse in Ellethia. I spent days there: only a few minutes to the people in the lighthouse, but days to me. I can tell you that the shrine had something of the same feeling about it, only — not frightening.
I am no craven, but what happened to me in that mirror — I would not wish it on any of you. [His jaw tenses, and he glances off to the side.] Nearly anyone I might wish it on is already dead.
If you have any questions, ask, and I will try to answer them.
[OOC: seriously, please ask! This post really should have gone up several weeks ago, but my IRL chaos and Jon’s relatively tactiturn nature made it kind of hard to formulate, because the story is detailed. I don’t think this probably held anyone else up, yet, but since the mirrors are becoming important again, the info needs to circulate.
Editing to add: the story about what happened with the mirror in the lighthouse in Ellethia was shared here at Lily’s study group in late Jan/early Feb. I don’t mind sharing it again here though!]
He speaks carefully. It’s clear something is troubling him… but would he be speaking to the entire group if nothing was on his mind? Most of the time, he is a quiet, steady man.]
Two things you all ought to know.
Back before we left the villages, after the Beastmaster was killed, I went to the forest one day, and the foxes who lived there came to me and asked for my aid. They wanted me to help them clean a place that they held sacred, that had become polluted by the Beastmaster’s creatures. Once I had done it, they told me some things, by way of thanks.
The Beastmaster was made the way he was by a mirror, given to him by the man in white. It was part of a deal: he would be helped in his search for his son, and in exchange, he agreed to aid the traveler in his pursuits. It seemed as though the offer was made to him more than once before he accepted. But you know of how desperate he was at the loss of the boy — he did accept, in the end.
That man, the traveler in white, also made the foxes’ shrine for them, in exchange for the use of their magic in keeping the Beastmaster alive while he was changed. The foxes did not like the traveler in white — they did not like his smell. But they accepted the trade nonetheless, so they could use the shrine — they called it the Root — to store the memory and wisdom of their people, their ancestors.
I was pulled into a mirror back in the lighthouse in Ellethia. I spent days there: only a few minutes to the people in the lighthouse, but days to me. I can tell you that the shrine had something of the same feeling about it, only — not frightening.
I am no craven, but what happened to me in that mirror — I would not wish it on any of you. [His jaw tenses, and he glances off to the side.] Nearly anyone I might wish it on is already dead.
If you have any questions, ask, and I will try to answer them.
[OOC: seriously, please ask! This post really should have gone up several weeks ago, but my IRL chaos and Jon’s relatively tactiturn nature made it kind of hard to formulate, because the story is detailed. I don’t think this probably held anyone else up, yet, but since the mirrors are becoming important again, the info needs to circulate.
Editing to add: the story about what happened with the mirror in the lighthouse in Ellethia was shared here at Lily’s study group in late Jan/early Feb. I don’t mind sharing it again here though!]
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