(RP BROKEN PAST means that this scene, this place, encompasses an entire time period - a period in the past. RP FUTURES might one day exist, but that seems unlikely considering the state of the Tree. It also means that it acts as an RP BROKEN, being removed entirely from the time stream of action-reaction and thus any actions taken in this place do not have any affect on the world of the present - or, at least, no noticeable affect. It is always a good idea to be careful..)

The When: The Age of Ascendancy was the period trapped beneath the Age of Odin and the Age of Leagues, spanning some three hundred years. This Age is usually a puzzling thing for most Divine Scholars, being not as clear-cut as the Ages before or after, where many fierce struggles and strange events plagues the universe as a whole, many still unexplained. Among them: the Fall of Odin, the Destruction of the Sword of End World, the Second Emergence of the Equation, the Sharing of Msonus, the Ascendancy of the Leagues..
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Msonus appears with a silently loud noise, and shakes himself. He looks about, knowing at once that what has happened has occurred as he attempted, or close enough. An eye appears, and another. He looks around the area, trying to find his bearings after casting himself adrift.

His arms burn, and Msonus feels a weakness in his chest. He is surrounded in glom, and he realizes that he is hanging chains in a cool, unlit cell. He is a prisoner here, in this time and place, and can faintly see the bars ahead of him. The entire room smells like rats and vomit, the typically horrible stench snuffed by the rushing of water..

A light slowly makes itself to the cell door - a guard, perhaps?

"Pleasant times," Msonus says quietly to himself. He watches the light as it moves, the only thing to look at in this dark room. Msonus had not considered fully the mechanisms of the spell: certainly ending up in chains was an unexpected consequence, but not entirely unwarranted.

He tries to see if one of his eyes will appear.

His eye appears in front of him, unhindered.

The light comes closer. Msonus sees that yes, indeed, it is the guard.

"You've been drafted, mate," said the brutish warden. "Grey Lord One-Eye's decided that your story must be true. The other one certainly won't deny it. If you hold the secret to the Scepter, then by all means, now's yer chance to earn freedom."

"How... intriguing. " Msonus says. He tries to see if he can remember anything that was mentioned, but it seems if he knew anything, it had been in another lifetime. Perhaps he should have studied more. It was too late now, and a prison cell is hardly the place for learning.

"I help you with the Scepter... and you give me my freedom? It seems a rather strange offer, but not one I can refuse, I suppose. "

"Absolutely not, mate," said the jailer. "Now, Old One-Eye wants to see you, on account of all that clockwork stuff, and the Scepter, so you better come quick, right?"

Msonus suddenly realized he was no longer chained, and the door to his cell was slightly ajar.

Msonus moves to the door, not commenting on the workings of this prison. Perhaps he was already supposed to know.

 "Hurry slowly, wouldn't you say? " he says cheerfully.

The jailer stopped, suddenly. "What do you mean by that, eh? Eh? Speak up or I'll cut you a new tongue, I will."

He will. He had a knife.

"Just a figure of speech, dearest Jailer. " Msonus says. He bows his head, and walks as directed.


Msonus uses the eye that he had popped earlier to look around the cell, and then to sneak out and try to find more about his surroundings. He has it move slowly and is careful when going around corners, in order to avoid being detected.

The eye follows for some moment, and then goes utterly blind.

Msonus feels it too, as they head towards the end of the catacombs. A crackling of power. A hidden tension. Magical fields and the presence of a power.

They begin to walk up the long flight of stairs that would lead to light.

The sudden loss of the eye startles Msonus, and he quickens his pace. He stops his mumbling, falling into complete silence.

There was a power here that he did not understand... and that frightened him.