Fosia

JP with Bandorchu and Winteroak

Alexis was still reeling and disoriented from the shift to… where ever this was.

Was this like the time when she had been called by the hammer head? Back then, however, she had to comply to be taken to an ‘audience’. Guess her consent wasn’t really needed to pull her here.

Fantastic.

Really, one would think there should be more awe or terror when one got to meet a god. And maybe she felt some of either the one or the other deep down.

But it was so heavily overcast by anger and resentment she couldn’t even identify which of both it was. Alexis distantly wondered what that said about her and her state of mind.

Well, here was the source of both the anger and resentment. She should not shun the chance to face it. Balling her fists, she flatly asked:

“What do you want?”

The old man ran a greasy palm through his brow wiping the sweat from his face. He turned from the forge looking at Alexis Greyriver.
"I want my Hammer back." He told her looking at her midriff. "I want to put a wrong, done aeons ago, right."

“Ziarae.”
The mercenary concluded.

She followed his gaze to where she carried the hammer head.
Well, as established, both parts where needed. She still wondered whether it was such a brilliant idea to carry the hammer head into enemy territory.

Alexis crossed her arms.

“… what happened?”

"I was blind to the scheme of the Twins. Blinded by my hate of the upstart that now is worshipped in Fang as the only god." Alexis knew he meant Noraura.
"They used the Ichor of Solitude to break their Trinity and in the process bound part of her soul into an immortal spirit that endures to this day." He explained coming closer, towering over Alexis.

"The ritual allowed them access to the Ether, bestowing boons to their people in ways not possible to most of Us. And opening the floodgates so that magik spilled into the world unchecked. Unbounded." He wanted to reach and touch his long forgotten relic. This had been the closest he had been to it in ages.