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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 0:45:06 GMT
Into the minds of the Minar lord and His Grace Anak-Sa'ir, I speak, and my thoughts tremble. "My friends, Sindre is no more."
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Apr 26, 2021 1:12:51 GMT
"Friend Caoimhghin, say this is not true! Say this is some ill-timed jest!"
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 1:14:12 GMT
"This is no jest. He died in the Paradox Pit, and I just didn't know it. Some 'circle' of him still clung to me, like an echo of himself."
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Apr 26, 2021 1:15:51 GMT
"I grieve with you friend Caoimhghin. I am so sorry. There are no words."
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 1:20:00 GMT
"I had felt the bloodsong growing ever more distant but couldn't understand why. And then Sindre not being able to wake from torpor without vigorous shaking... his circles were merging, and the more they got closer to closing completely, the more the truth became apparent. He is gone, forever gone, gone to join with the other-Caoimhghin, who is his real Caoimhghin. The one with the Avatar."
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Apr 26, 2021 1:23:34 GMT
"Caoimhghin, what can I do? Do you wish to have company? At the very least I shall prepare a service for him."
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 1:34:39 GMT
"There is no body, but if you can have a service for him, it would be a great comfort!"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Apr 26, 2021 1:36:23 GMT
"It does not matter whether there is a body or no. Lack of a body is not an uncommon occurrence. I will see to the preparation immediately. Incidentally, there is another Kestal in Nirrion, the one seen in the broken Fae mirror."
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 1:53:01 GMT
"I thank you. This mirror is a problem for you, my friend. If there is another Kestal, it must be destroyed. There can be only one!"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Apr 26, 2021 1:54:08 GMT
"I have to find him first. I will keep the both of you informed. I will schedule a service for Sindre right away and let you know the details."
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 1:55:10 GMT
"Thank you, my friend. Contact me anytime. This way of communication among us is invaluable."
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 26, 2021 2:04:05 GMT
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Post by Nobody on Apr 26, 2021 2:51:16 GMT
As this conversation unfolds, both of you feel the presence of my mind. Silent, detached, utterly desolate.
At last I say, "Caoimhghin Enkeli. Dearest friend of my heart. Brother Winterisle."
Then, you both sense a flood of feeling. Deep as the ocean, heavy as mountains, growing in volume, gaining in pitch. And my mind begins to recede from you both. Not in distraction, not in abandonment, but for your protection.
For a time the surge of feeling seems to steady, and hold, until you realize that it is still receding, gaining faster and faster, even as it recedes. And you, Shepherd, become aware that, were I still near to you, your own mind would melt away like spider silk before the furnace.
At last the sensation begins to shrink. Smaller it grows, and smaller, until it is a single point of light, infinitely small, infinitely remote, yet (you know) infinitely vast, the whole universe of the whole line of House Winterisle, mourning.
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Post by Diocles on Apr 26, 2021 3:07:12 GMT
"We must destroy all the copies that formed from our foolish gazing into that fae mirror!"
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Post by Nobody on Apr 26, 2021 3:15:15 GMT
After a time, I respond.
"Caoimhghin Enkeli, it must be so. And it will be so. The whole of the power of my arm is with you, dearest Brother."
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