“Up until ten years ago all was great with the world, and with Nordum cutting itself off from the world. magic as a whole is dying out. Not to mention rumors from the west that a usurper God has appeared. This is where you come in Traveller. Lux himself has christened an exposition to save our world. Are you ready to begin?” Asked a tall figure of grey skin. “I am Oliver Vienne, your guide.” He announced to the gathered group.
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Edward approached the figure and prodded him a couple times with one of his robotic appendages. A second one brought a recording device close to his face.
“Data log entry 304. I have recently arrived in the eastern kingdom after being summoned by one of the lesser gods. I am currently observing a being seemingly made of pure magic. I’ve read about them before, but have not seen one until now. Fascinating.”
Frostvin sits on a large block of ice, creating small ice sculptures.
He looked up at Oliver. “Magic is dying? Wow, totally didn’t know that.” He replied coldly. “It’s not like the decreasing amount of mages and magic-users is obvious or anything.”
“If it can’t, then we just wasted time and risked our lives for something in vain, when it could have been used doing actually useful things.” Isadau responds. “But I agree, this is a bit too big to ignore for a hypothetical.” He stands straight up and rips his staff out of the ground, a small bit of frost left were it was stabbed in. “Now, where do we go?”
“it’s too be kept a secret,” he replied sternly, “though the decline in etherite’s being created was a definite sign, and Isadau, that’s right isn’t it? We gather supplies and ready to head West by Dawn.”
“Doesn’t need to be secret; half the Etherites in Winterfall left have seen it and can feel it. I’m willing to bet the rest of the population can see something is off as well.”
Frostvin stood up and stretched. “Couldn’t we go at night? It’s a lot colder. Dawn and the sun are so… warm and melting and other adjectives that mean IT MELTS ICE.”
“Lux? What does he know? ‘God of the sun.’ What good has the sun ever done for me? I haven’t seen natural sunlight in months before now, and look at me! I’m perfectly fine.”