Magnus and The Broken Blades
"Bah. Magic gets me into this mess, and now you try to magic me out of it." She sits in the circle. "Whatever. Worse that happens is that I die anyways."
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The ritual partly works, shattering the oaths that bind her. However, the consequences of those oaths are another story. Both man and jotan are blown up, through the world between worlds, but Magnus doesn't sense that he has perished this time.
Magnus arrives face down in the snow, with harsh winds blowing around him. Frath, laughing, picks him up, and brings part of Magnus's fur in front of his face, as she leans right into him. "Do you know where we are, little Magnus? We are home! My home!"
She turns to the blizzard, shouting triumphantly. "I am Frath of the Shattered Oath! No one has claim on me! Not god, not mortal, not spirit!"
She is giddy with laughter as she turns back, shrieking with joy, with Magnus barely able to make her out in the snow. "You are truly a miracle worker, small one! Even as it kills you, you free me! You are just too useful to throw aside! Come, follow me! We must find shelter, and kill whatever is using it!"
She is moving with purpose now, and is trekking through the snow with ease, even with the armor and weaponry.