“I would very much like to learn more about the history of your little hideaway sometime, provided that you are willing to share your knowledge with me”, Doran admitted in a calm tone of voice when Frosvinndur stated that the glories and failures of the past were well worth studying. “I believe that you need to understand the past in order to properly understand the present and, perhaps, try to bring about a better future”, he added. He had come to realize that a lot of Idalos’ current conflicts and mysteries had their roots in the distant past. The Shattering still affected Idalos to this very trial, for example. Everything was connected in some way.
With that thought in mind, he fell silent again and allowed Frosvinndur to examine him and determine if the potion worked as intended. When he stated that the effect only lasted for six breaks at the most – he briefly wondered how he had been able to figure that out – he turned to Faith, a questioning look on his face. “Would it be possible to simply take a dose of potion every six breaks until we have managed to improve it?” he asked, as that seemed the most prudent course of action to him, provided that the side effects were bearable. His own blood-based potions had few to no side effects; he realized that it might be different when it came to as potent a reagent as Dragon blood though.
A smile was visible on his face for a moment when Frosvinndur pointed out that his claws were too big and unsuited to human sized paper before he became much more serious again. When Frosvinndur started to growl, he stood completely still. He had looked divinity in the eye, back in the Glass Temple, but an angry Dragon, he decided, was something else. He listened to what he had to say about Deabrutoa, Artere and Kuvarakh – and took note of Faith’s statement that she wanted to go back to Quacia soon.
“Is the Composer the same being that created the Great Song?” he asked, his curiosity obvious when he heard Faith’s question and added, “Is he the same as the World Spirit, the Induk of Idalos?” He had been wondering how the world had come to be for a long time. He had learned some things from Chuckles in the Glass Temple, and he realized that he might be very close to discovering the final piece of the puzzle now. He was nearly speechless once more, but once more, he came to the conclusion that his curiosity and his thirst for knowledge needed to take a back stance compared to their task and the consequences that their findings would or should have for the time being.
“You are protectors and defenders of the world”, he stated and looked at Frosinndur, respectfully, as one should be when one was facing a being of such age and power, as something had just occurred to him, something that might matter in regard to what they were doing now. “Are you protecting the world from something or somebody in particular, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wanted to know before he explained as it sounded as if Frosvinndur didn’t seem to know what exactly the Immortals were,
“The Immortals are the creations of what we call the Original Beings, eight powerful beings that came from within Emea more than a millennium ago. All but one of them have perished now. I know that there was a war”, he added and bowed his head for a moment. He knew that there were paintings of it, of a war between the Originals and the Dragons. He didn’t feel guilty – he hadn’t had any part in the actions of his ancestors - but he was descended from the Originals regardless.
It would be prudent to take that into consideration.
He was just about to ask another question – Frosvinndur had mentioned ten dragons, and he wanted to know what their names were; it might matter when it came to deciding on their next course of action – when Faith talked about lowering the barrier. His eyes widened for moment as he hadn’t even thought about that so far, but then he came to the conclusion that it was an option that merited further consideration, especially if Frosvinndur was in favour of lowering the barrier. Once upon a time, it had been erected for a reason though, to keep something in or out. He couldn’t help but wonder if that threat still existed somewhere, either on their side or on Frosvinndur’s side.
“Why was this barrier put in place?” he asked Frosvinndur. “Was it due to a threat, some sort of conflict, and would that conflict still be an issue if the barrier were lowered? Faith asked if you would want us to look into lowering this barrier. Provided that this is something that you approve of, would be able to help us with it?” he continued. Considering what he was, Frosvinndur might know how the barrier had been erected. He might even have witnessed it. Maybe, he was even capable of lowering the barrier himself, and just hadn’t done so yet for some reason.
“Would lowering the barrier have any effect on that which you call the Formless Chaos?” he continued. There were people that needed the Formless Chaos – or ether, as it was called among the people on his side of the barrier – in order to survive. Once upon a time, he had vowed to protect the people of Idalos. He didn’t think that there would be any negative effects if the barrier were lowered or reduced – what he had learned so far made it unlikely – but it was better to be sure and try to figure out the possible consequences before they went ahead and did it.
“I hope that you do not mind my many questions”, he stated and briefly smiled. “It’s one of my flaws as a historian and scientist, I suppose. I have a tendency to consider every detail that could possibly matter”, he apologized before he turned to listen to Varlum.
The son of Faldrun hadn’t been able to add much to what Faith and he had said, regarding the matter of Dragons, but he said something else that was of considerable interest. When he revealed why the Ithecal had been created, he raised an eyebrow. It seemed as if there was some sort of connection between Varlum and Frosvinndur. It comforted him that the Dragon didn’t hold a grudge, despite the fact that there had been a war once upon a time. Perhaps, he considered, they would be able to leave the past behind and forge a new and better future, for every single one of them.
When Frosvinndur told him that he wanted to speak to Chuckles, the Mortalborn fell silent and looked for the materials under the bench. For the following couple of moments, he was quiet, and utterly focused, as he made a flame. When he had succeeded, he produced the rock and placed it into the flame before he stepped back, giving Chuckles the time and space that he needed in order to manifest.
When Chuckles finally appeared, he turned to face Frosvinndur again and spoke in a polite and serious tone of voice, “Frosvinndur, this is Brother Chuckles, an ancient flame entity and a protector of the ScalvFlame. Chuckles, this is Frosvinndur, the Dragon that we talked about meeting during the journey to the barrier. He said that he would like to speak to you”, he explained and fell silent once more in order to give the flame entity and the Dragon the opportunity to converse, and, perhaps, shed some light on the story of their world and which path they should take going forward.
With that thought in mind, he fell silent again and allowed Frosvinndur to examine him and determine if the potion worked as intended. When he stated that the effect only lasted for six breaks at the most – he briefly wondered how he had been able to figure that out – he turned to Faith, a questioning look on his face. “Would it be possible to simply take a dose of potion every six breaks until we have managed to improve it?” he asked, as that seemed the most prudent course of action to him, provided that the side effects were bearable. His own blood-based potions had few to no side effects; he realized that it might be different when it came to as potent a reagent as Dragon blood though.
A smile was visible on his face for a moment when Frosvinndur pointed out that his claws were too big and unsuited to human sized paper before he became much more serious again. When Frosvinndur started to growl, he stood completely still. He had looked divinity in the eye, back in the Glass Temple, but an angry Dragon, he decided, was something else. He listened to what he had to say about Deabrutoa, Artere and Kuvarakh – and took note of Faith’s statement that she wanted to go back to Quacia soon.
“Is the Composer the same being that created the Great Song?” he asked, his curiosity obvious when he heard Faith’s question and added, “Is he the same as the World Spirit, the Induk of Idalos?” He had been wondering how the world had come to be for a long time. He had learned some things from Chuckles in the Glass Temple, and he realized that he might be very close to discovering the final piece of the puzzle now. He was nearly speechless once more, but once more, he came to the conclusion that his curiosity and his thirst for knowledge needed to take a back stance compared to their task and the consequences that their findings would or should have for the time being.
“You are protectors and defenders of the world”, he stated and looked at Frosinndur, respectfully, as one should be when one was facing a being of such age and power, as something had just occurred to him, something that might matter in regard to what they were doing now. “Are you protecting the world from something or somebody in particular, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wanted to know before he explained as it sounded as if Frosvinndur didn’t seem to know what exactly the Immortals were,
“The Immortals are the creations of what we call the Original Beings, eight powerful beings that came from within Emea more than a millennium ago. All but one of them have perished now. I know that there was a war”, he added and bowed his head for a moment. He knew that there were paintings of it, of a war between the Originals and the Dragons. He didn’t feel guilty – he hadn’t had any part in the actions of his ancestors - but he was descended from the Originals regardless.
It would be prudent to take that into consideration.
He was just about to ask another question – Frosvinndur had mentioned ten dragons, and he wanted to know what their names were; it might matter when it came to deciding on their next course of action – when Faith talked about lowering the barrier. His eyes widened for moment as he hadn’t even thought about that so far, but then he came to the conclusion that it was an option that merited further consideration, especially if Frosvinndur was in favour of lowering the barrier. Once upon a time, it had been erected for a reason though, to keep something in or out. He couldn’t help but wonder if that threat still existed somewhere, either on their side or on Frosvinndur’s side.
“Why was this barrier put in place?” he asked Frosvinndur. “Was it due to a threat, some sort of conflict, and would that conflict still be an issue if the barrier were lowered? Faith asked if you would want us to look into lowering this barrier. Provided that this is something that you approve of, would be able to help us with it?” he continued. Considering what he was, Frosvinndur might know how the barrier had been erected. He might even have witnessed it. Maybe, he was even capable of lowering the barrier himself, and just hadn’t done so yet for some reason.
“Would lowering the barrier have any effect on that which you call the Formless Chaos?” he continued. There were people that needed the Formless Chaos – or ether, as it was called among the people on his side of the barrier – in order to survive. Once upon a time, he had vowed to protect the people of Idalos. He didn’t think that there would be any negative effects if the barrier were lowered or reduced – what he had learned so far made it unlikely – but it was better to be sure and try to figure out the possible consequences before they went ahead and did it.
“I hope that you do not mind my many questions”, he stated and briefly smiled. “It’s one of my flaws as a historian and scientist, I suppose. I have a tendency to consider every detail that could possibly matter”, he apologized before he turned to listen to Varlum.
The son of Faldrun hadn’t been able to add much to what Faith and he had said, regarding the matter of Dragons, but he said something else that was of considerable interest. When he revealed why the Ithecal had been created, he raised an eyebrow. It seemed as if there was some sort of connection between Varlum and Frosvinndur. It comforted him that the Dragon didn’t hold a grudge, despite the fact that there had been a war once upon a time. Perhaps, he considered, they would be able to leave the past behind and forge a new and better future, for every single one of them.
When Frosvinndur told him that he wanted to speak to Chuckles, the Mortalborn fell silent and looked for the materials under the bench. For the following couple of moments, he was quiet, and utterly focused, as he made a flame. When he had succeeded, he produced the rock and placed it into the flame before he stepped back, giving Chuckles the time and space that he needed in order to manifest.
When Chuckles finally appeared, he turned to face Frosvinndur again and spoke in a polite and serious tone of voice, “Frosvinndur, this is Brother Chuckles, an ancient flame entity and a protector of the ScalvFlame. Chuckles, this is Frosvinndur, the Dragon that we talked about meeting during the journey to the barrier. He said that he would like to speak to you”, he explained and fell silent once more in order to give the flame entity and the Dragon the opportunity to converse, and, perhaps, shed some light on the story of their world and which path they should take going forward.
