The Past and Future

As the group traveled through the wasteland, Dyvia found herself unconsciously searching the dead. He hadn't been of much concern since he left, but she prayed that Radis remained alive.
Instead, her search found some of the Sisters. Their rotting corpses still bore signs of the trolls and the sight made her shiver.
Erik was among the few that would face his darker past. Littered here and there were spirits he had seen long ago, innocent men, women...and children. He remained stoic through the masses, until one grabbed his leg.
The action of removing the spirit was quick, but it allowed a momentary glance at the face. He remained looking at where it had grabbed him until a passing glance from Heimdall brought his attention back to his biggest concern.
He couldn't trust him, no matter what form he took. That was just another trick of the gods and it was one used often in hunting his kind. No matter how they looked, for in truth Erik was among the minority of larger Jotun, he remembered stories of the slayer Thor.
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Theo entered the Sepulcher in confusion. The group now lay on tables, each frozen over in a layer of ice.
"What in the name?"
Looking around, he saw the massive mirror and stood in awe. Slapping himself out of the trance, he realized he was standing next to Kespin...or his corpse more like it.
Looking at the others, the thought of killing them here stayed in his mind.