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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
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onthewind
"Pretty sure she will be cool with it, as long as you say it's because you're the most holy of her followers or something. That way people want to worship her some more."
namesthesky
"Exactly. Free publicity. Put a dent in whatever nasty is letting their acolytes take my bike from the magic bar."
onthewind
Nod. "And then we fly over and get the bike back to its original owner! That is your bike from the magic bar, you braved a magic for it."
onthewind
"Shhhh, the people hearing the stories don't know that. Creative license, you are a brave person summoned by your god for your devotion and bravery in order to help the sick and the downtrodden."
namesthesky
"I'll save my creative license for crediting Perinixu with my survival versus what is probably a plague acolyte."
onthewind
"Awww. But it's been a while, you can make up a whole mythology and get worshipped! Maybe get a sweet name, like the 'World Walker' or something," teases Idania.
namesthesky
"I think the fact that I would be unable to function like a conventional local deity would give me away."
onthewind
Idania snorts. "Fair enough, all right. Kill my fun. You were going to get a lover separated by the stars to pine over, just so you know. You're missing out on hot guys. Imaginary hot guys."
She is, of course, in no way serious.
She is, of course, in no way serious.
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Isabella is scanning the terrain below them to see when it turns into something more Perinixuish.
onthewind
"Yeah, definitely. I even get someone to base it off of, he," Idania points at Adarin, "is married to the other you. So they would be believable hot guys, too!"
prodigal_miser
Eyebrow raise.
"Oh look," says Adarin, for absolutely no reason in particular. "Is that Perinixu's domain?"
Yes. Yes it is. Hills and rivers and springs everywhere, with trees and bushes present but not enough spaced close enough together to call a forest. The borders have changed, but the place itself is recognizable.
"Oh look," says Adarin, for absolutely no reason in particular. "Is that Perinixu's domain?"
Yes. Yes it is. Hills and rivers and springs everywhere, with trees and bushes present but not enough spaced close enough together to call a forest. The borders have changed, but the place itself is recognizable.
There is a pause.
"Ayabel is long dead," says a confused goddess. "Or - was? You sound - exactly like her."
"Ayabel is long dead," says a confused goddess. "Or - was? You sound - exactly like her."
"... I confess, I didn't believe it was possible," admits Perinixu. "But since it is - welcome back, Ayabel. Thank you, travelers, for returning her."
"You will uphold the same principles and actions you did in your past life?"
The goddess takes a few minutes to consider.
"Here you are," she says, and all of Aya's blessings are returned to her. Followed, after more consideration, by being made an acolyte. "I will repay long-term service given by trust in you now. Please do not abuse it."
"Here you are," she says, and all of Aya's blessings are returned to her. Followed, after more consideration, by being made an acolyte. "I will repay long-term service given by trust in you now. Please do not abuse it."
namesthesky
"Thank you. Is it all right with you if I imply to what are probably followers of a plague god that I am back and young again and therefore able to retrieve my hoverbike because of you?"
"You may." Perinixu sounds vaguely pleased with this. "I will say that I have longer considered and finally decided to bring you back, but I trust no one else with this privilege." Pause. "I may at some point ask you to bring others back, as well, other of my acolyte. I will bless you, in return. It would be good to have many more of my trusted acolytes returned so that I might smite Kerxigal where he rots in his domain."