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There is a lot of time spent making portals to various places. Pantheon starts as the unofficial hub, and then essentially becomes the official one. Prime makes a portal to Iobel's and Edarial's world, and then he gets to checking out the various new planes he has access to. One, in particular. It's really rather minor, in comparison to the others, but he considers it important.
Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
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darkest_evening
dark_light
"...Are you having trouble telling which between me and Path is the daemon? I mean, considering where you're from I have to assume you're open to the possibility of an owl that is a person in their own right...?"
castmyown
"No, no, I mean - I'm - I thought daemons were intelligent talking soul animals? And that is different from intelligent talking animals."
dark_light
"The daemons act like daemons, is how we can tell. And are introduced like daemons and avoid contact with non-daemons and are, like I said, typically small. In real life daemons very occasionally settle as humans, and people can tell."
castmyown
"Huh. Okay, I can kind of see how that works? Maybe?"
He sounds dubious.
He sounds dubious.
prodigal_miser
"It's much more intuitive when you're used to being around daemons."
castmyown
"I'll take your word for it. I feel like I need the campaign guide for Chamomile."
castmyown
"Hey, it's what's making me make sense of all of everything here," he teases back. "We're the same basic character put into different campaigns and changed for the setting."
shesepankh
"I should probably let you actually rope me into a game at some point so I'll get all your references and know more about what to say to them than 'nerd'."
castmyown
"Yes, you should. It would be a lot of fun and then we could be nerdy together."
prodigal_miser
"Well," says Cypress, amused, "we've found out what I'd be like if I grew up on Earth - I'd be a huge nerd."
prodigal_miser
"I'm genuinely curious - how are you equating that to - all of this?"
castmyown
"Wizards," says Darren, pointing to himself and Phix. "Sorcerer." He points at Cypress. "Clerics." He points at Ice, and then at Spring. "You're all about to multiclass into wizard, congrats." He looks at Rain and Katydid. "I haven't figured you two out. Sorry, I'd have to hear more about what you can do."
come_midnight
"Spellbinders get six spells per day, which each have a charge time somewhere between thirty seconds and half an hour and then go off. Charging looks like this." Katydid starts charging, then stops after the demonstration seems sufficient. "We learn spells by managing to cram the contents of an entire spellchart explaining exactly what it does into working memory all at once, and after that it's ours to keep. There are spells that make permanent magical objects or effects, called hexes - I think we should call our world Hex, actually - which cost all six of your spells for the day. New ones come in at midnight with no rollover. Is that what you wanted to know?"
castmyown
"Well, obviously you two have completely different domains. But you heal and resurrect the dead, respectively. Clerics. And - I'm... not really sure how to equate that one to a class. Tentatively a strange version of a psion?"
dark_light
"I do things besides resurrect the dead. My goddesses are only involved in some spells, not all of them. Spring's powers are much less flexible than mine and require less involved prep work."
namesthesky
"I'd almost think you resented being associated with me, Ice, but I agree, my powers aren't like anybody else's except for other acolytes and to a lesser extent blessed priesthood members."
castmyown
"Okay, fine," sighs Darren. "Either of you have any sort of control over animals?"
dark_light
"I do. I mostly use it to summon them so I can stab them for sacrificial rituals."
castmyown
"Then I dub you a druid. With the ability to resurrect the dead. Even though that's a cleric spell." Pause. "It's hard to accurately slot all of you into classes, but sort of fun to try."