Re: The Game: Chapter 13
"It was ominous, to say the least," Zuriel agrees, letting out a sigh. He rubs his side, still aching from the ordeal on the Awe. He and Finwe were found soon after the explosion, half-drowned and nearly dead. Each was quickly extracted to his respective Order's field hospital, where the best of rejuvantive magics quickly brought them back from the brink. Ma'or's priestesses in particular seemed rather effective at the healing arts, even more so than they were under Tassada.
Still, Zuriel imagined it would be a while before he was feeling fully hale once more. Zuriel had no memory of the explosion. His mind drew a blank, as it had when he thought on that first fight with the Erinyes. Images of fire, water, acid, darkness, and a deep, deep dread appeared whenever he closed his eyes. Shivering, he draws his cloak closer around him and takes a long sip of tea.
"The bigger question is...what now?" he asks. Zuriel nods at Choso. "You certainly have your work cut out for you. The rest of us..."
He looks around at the PARTY. "We still have no idea what is causing the instability. We know the OSA are up to no good, but Mah'mout was dismissive of their ability to actually do anything. Furthermore, without their tower on Fey'driel, they are one plane short of their goal. Two, if Choso can deal with the Aeyris tower once he's regained control."
For the first time in nearly two years, Zuriel lacked a clear, specific goal. The continent was saved. What happened next? After a moment's consideration, he continues, speaking slowly.
"I think that, for now...if the world is threatened by growing darkness, we can help balance that out by nurturing the light. I have a Church to help lead...and now, thanks in large part to you, Lord Tyrant, we now have a home. Ultimately, Ma'or must be reborn, though I do not yet know how. I intend to begin by growing her Church as best as I am able."
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