Mission to Dreadhold Epilogue (Naomi)
From Toosigma
| Title | Mission to Dreadhold - Epilogue |
|---|---|
| Author | Philip Mann - Naomi |
| Campaign | Convergent Threads |
| Session | Intersession |
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The Lady of Storms raced north and Maerin was allowed some time with Syria for which I held deep sympathy. When we find one that we want to spend time with, we should spend all of the time we have at the present for the future may allow us less than we would like if any at all. Fate gives us time, but we must choose to use it.
My time was not spent in the company I would prefer. Rather, it was spent alone in careful contemplation of the piece of me that I held in my lap. I had used my abilities to restore my missing limb, but I still had the disembodied one to deal with and study. It was a grim task, but it seemed a key to learning more of myself, of getting to know the artist that made me in the same way one would learn about me should they find some of my creations to study. Little by little, I took each layer apart to see what was beneath. Pieces that made the whole lay before me, pieces that showed my past in a way I would never be able to see otherwise.
In the end, I could tell only that the one who crafted me was a master craftsman. He or she took care with each piece of mithral, gold, and stone to form a whole that appeared to the world to be homogeneous unit. He or she could have spent months or even years making me, and for all of the world I could not find a single blemish or trait that looked out of place.
When I was done, with nothing but a million pieces of my flesh spread before me, I picked them all up and spent several hours casting them into the fire elemental that drove the ship to be incinerated. As much as I wanted to know of myself, I also wanted to prevent anyone from recovering enough of me to make another. One of me is enough in this world, I think...
