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62: What makes you happy?

What dost thou mean?

I like when others are respectful of me as a woman. I enjoy learning new skills and mastering them. I suppose one could say I am happy when an Undead linketh the Fire, for the world is saved from Dark for another century – though such happiness is tempered by the cost of a life, and in many cases also the guilt of having led the hero to their sacrifice unaware.

Beyond that... I am unsure what more thou wishest me to say.

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ask game #ooc: get this poor girl some fucking hobbies #ooc: I'd say also get her a vacation from thinking about saving the world 24/7 but she's already Fallen into the pokemon world

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wait so do you like. JUST have snakes

Yes? In place of legs, I have snakes. Six in total, three on each side attached to the same place my legs used to be. Left front, left back, left side, right front, right back, right side, it's quite straightforward. I can move each one independently, stand taller or shorter simply by varying the length I leave on the ground for stability and support... the only things I cannot do easily, with snakes, are running and climbing stairs.

But those are hardly an issue, as I can teleport moderate distances at will. And I oversaw the installation of several new elevators in upper Anor Londo, after my transformation.

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ooc: just the snakes! #ooc: one other thing she can't do with them is bite people but she's not about to just tell everyone that

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w. what do you mean by the snakes ma'am

Have I neglected to show what I mean, so far? I am confident I have at least mentioned the snakes before, that I was transformed by Chaos as I did stand too close upon the experiment's failure, but perhaps this will help. If the technology coöperateth...

[A picture is attached. It is a selfie taken at an odd angle, showing Gwyndolin from the chest down. She is wearing an ornate white dress with gold ornamentation, made of sheer fabric patterned in faint diamond shapes and floral patterns. The bottom of the dress is ragged all around like strips have been ripped from it, and six medium gray snakes extend out from beneath it. Each one is patterned with spots, and rests about 3-4 feet along the paved pathway, some ahead of Gwyndolin and a few coiled mostly beneath her. There are no legs or feet visible beneath the dress, only the snakes.]

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18: Are you scared of spiders?

...Two of my sisters are half spider.

They're the biggest and scariest spiders in all of Lordran, and I could take either of them in a fight. Not that we ever would fight, of course.

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19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

I would. Even given the power to return, I suspect there is little I might change about my first eight hundred years, but I could influence the events that led up to the Chaos catastrophe. Gwyneth was always quite stubborn, but I could prevail upon him to broach the topic sooner, to be under less pressure of time and allow more study and more certainty...

I would save Izalith, save my mother's and sister's lives, save the four of us from being transformed – though I have adapted well, the snakes do make some actions difficult – and should the experiment, better researched and tested, now succeed, in doing so it would save the world.

...Even if, in succeeding, it also saved Lord Gwyn. It would be a worthwhile bargain, even then.

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Both my parents are long dead; however, I did have a good relationship with one parent, my mother.

Unlike my father, she did listen to my wishes and accept me as a daughter, and I count those occasions I was permitted to leave Anor Londo and visit her and my sisters in Izalith as many of the best times of mine early life. Even from the very beginning, during the great war against the Everlasting Dragons when I did flee my father's company and his training and go to her for instruction in the art of flame sorcery, I was acknowledged as myself rather than as a tool or a clay doll to be molded into Father's image.

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

#ooc reblog #ask game

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Most churches in Anor Londo are multipurpose. The gods live amongst the people, and there are many, each with their ways of worship: the Lord of Sunlight may be honored at noon, and his daughter the Darkmoon may receive prayer at midnight, and there is no conflict. It is efficient, the architects and sculptors said, carving many statues back to back upon a rotating dais – and in Anor Londo's prevailing style, it would have brought riots to demand they build new temples for each and every god.

Still, there are themes. A church for Gwyneth and Gwyndolin, or one for their cousins Velka, Fina, and Flann. A church for the brothers Vamos and McLoyf. Later, after the Chaos took Izalith, churches for the newly elevated Gwynevere alongside Gwyndolin, or even the two together with Gwyneth – for as much as Lord Gwyn did wish his son expunged from history and memory for his deadly failures, his own sacrifice came soon after, and the God of War's disciples would not readily forsake their patron.

And within each house of worship, at the chancel sides behind the speaker's stand, chairs sit reserved for no mortal to rest upon: positions for the gods themselves, should they wish to receive prayers in person. Even the most devout, the most frequent visitors to their favored shrine, can only seldom claim to have seen one appear.

Except, at one small parish devoted to Gwyn's three holy children deep in Lower Anor Londo, where the rooftops and flying buttresses soar a thousand feet above and the sunlight only cuts down the narrow streets for a few minutes each day of perfect alignment... at night, almost every night, Gwyndolin sits and listens to the singing. The cantor is skilled, and the congregation are... well, their voices are enthusiastic, and heartfelt, and that is enough.

Gwyndolin still remembers the first time she was seen in this place. Not the first time she came to this church, for she visited on many nights outside of service hours, just to think, and to be at peace away from the demands and responsibilities above. Sometimes, she still does. But the first time she was discovered...

It was a caretaker who found her, not a priest. An old man, come to clean and dust in the hours when no crowds trod the marble floor, who happened upon her and cried out at what he mistook to be an interloper in the goddess's space. Only a moment later, as Gwyndolin stirred from her contemplation and he saw the snakes coiled beneath the chair, did his indignation turn to astonishment, and respect.

They spoke long hours, until the first glimmer of light shone through the stained glass above. And at the following service, for the first time in decades, the caretaker was seen amongst the crowd. For the first time as well, Gwyndolin appeared in view of all, and endured the whispers and enjoyed the songs.

And in time, the whispers lessened, while the songs became only ever more joyous. Even as waves of exodus thinned the group – first Fina's departure, then McLoyf's, then Gwynevere and Flann's – some always remained. Some always chose to stay with the one goddess who was never personable or charismatic, the one who by her very domain stays to the shadows and the night, who brings hope through the most desperate of times.

Gwyndolin's followers are few, it is rightly said, but their tasks are of vital importance. Some are tasked with hunting the enemies of the Lords, and keeping justice through the city and the lands beyond. But some are tasked only with singing, and being seen amidst a crowd, and being the life that remains, however faint, in Anor Londo's darkened streets.

Some throughout the centuries are tasked with the most vital job of all: that of keeping their goddess sane.

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In this world... That I am not alone in my situation is perhaps to be expected simply due to the greater population, but to hear that such people are supported...

I never had such support, in Lordran. As a deity I was discouraged from mingling with others outside of carefully managed encounters, and I seldom spoke with any outside my family. Even after my father, the one who hated my transition most, was dead and gone... The other gods began to leave, a few at a time, with great caravans following, and by the time I could find the courage to walk publicly through Anor Londo, almost everyone had gone.

This world is so much more alive, and that alone makes it a welcome change, even if I cannot abandon my home forever. And to hear that people like me are known and loved... Thank you, Maria. It doth truly mean a lot to hear of what you have experienced in this place. I expect I will also think a great deal further tonight, for your words have brought back a measure of hope I did think mostly lost.

.......Why is it always mother you would like to... have sexual relations with. Why could it not be mother you would like to hold hands with. Or fondly gaze into each other's eyes with. Or watch children do increasingly silly things in video games while your legs are tangled up with each other on the sofa with.

#ooc: Gwyndolin may be crying just a little bit #ooc: and so am I

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There is a word for this?

You have my thanks, Maria, for the reply on mine earlier post. I have never been quite sure to what degree I am... asexual, as the word seemeth to be... or simply disillusioned with the prospect of seeking a partner in life.

The issue is that I am... not as much a woman as I would like to be. Any partner who expecteth a woman would be... disappointed, at best. At worst, alarmed and betrayed to the point of violence. And yet, I could be no other way, for to stay as I was born would have been intolerable. It is a conundrum with no solution, I fear, and so I lean into the knowledge that my desire is much less than those around me, and try to forget that it is not zero.

.......Why is it always mother you would like to... have sexual relations with. Why could it not be mother you would like to hold hands with. Or fondly gaze into each other's eyes with. Or watch children do increasingly silly things in video games while your legs are tangled up with each other on the sofa with.

#ooc: happy international asexuality day to Gwyndolin too #ooc: sorry about the dysphoria

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...................I see.

Why would one display such a message on one's clothing, for all to see? I have seen some in this world who wear words upon their shirts, but even still... This world's conventions are still baffling to me.

Why a mother in particular? I suppose it maketh sense for humans, where age and appearance are more strongly correlated than for my kind. If that be the case, then... I suppose the shirt is not wrong...

Regardless though, such a metaphorical "hunt" is doomed from the start unless the woman in question doth like me in return, and who could? I prefer not to pursue any in the romantic sense.

Pelipper mail: a black t-shirt with the text "MILF HUNTER" printed on it in all caps. It fits you perfectly.

What is this? A gift of clothing, intended for me? I do not wear black, but...

Milf hunter? I am not familiar with any beaſt known as a "milf"; however, I am an accomplished archer, and in bygone days I did hunt deer and even boar alongside my father and brother. I am confident I could slay this milf, whatever it may be.

Still, having not yet performed such a deed, I cannot in good conscience wear such a token of victory. I will keep it, and perhaps in time I may encounter such a creature and test my skill on the hunt once more.

#ooc: she is somewhat ace but more importantly she has some internalized transphobia to work through :( #ooc: fun fact: if you tell your daughter she's unlovable for 800 years she might still believe you even another three millennia later #ooc: once she works through all that though... yeah. milf hunter. :)

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Pelipper mail: a black t-shirt with the text "MILF HUNTER" printed on it in all caps. It fits you perfectly.

What is this? A gift of clothing, intended for me? I do not wear black, but...

Milf hunter? I am not familiar with any beaſt known as a "milf"; however, I am an accomplished archer, and in bygone days I did hunt deer and even boar alongside my father and brother. I am confident I could slay this milf, whatever it may be.

Still, having not yet performed such a deed, I cannot in good conscience wear such a token of victory. I will keep it, and perhaps in time I may encounter such a creature and test my skill on the hunt once more.

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ooc: she has no idea #ooc: if she knew what a milf was though she would absolutely find the shirt appropriate (except for the color) #ooc: but even then she probably still wouldn't wear it until she managed to chill quite a bit and get used to this world's clothing norms

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#ic reblog #snakes

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Why is social interaction.

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It appeareth that this world doth celebrate a holiday on this date. A most curious one indeed, yet welcome: it is a day of recognition and honor for those people who have undertaken changes to their gender, a day of visibility yet in an undeniably positive sense.

It is... strange. My instincts scream it is a trap, and yet I am curious, and may project another illusion to experience the festivities.

If things truly are this different, here – if people like me are celebrated rather than shunned, and not one soul is armed with aught besides their pokemon – perhaps my well-trained instincts of danger may be unreliable in this new context. I suspect I could never bring down my guard completely, but... if things are well, outside, then I may find the courage to mingle with the common folk in fully physical form.

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ooc: happy trans day of visibility everyone!

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Sunlight streams in through the tall windows lining both sides of the ballroom, here in the grand cathedral at the peak of Anor Londo. Tables joined end to end cover both walls beneath the glass, bedecked with a royal feast – perhaps the last such feast for quite some time, or even forever.

Soon, the Princess of Sunlight, Gwynevere, and her spouse the Flame God Flann, will depart. With them will likely go large portions of the remaining population, abandoning the great City of the Gods to journey westward toward the hope of greener pastures afar, another pilgrimage to follow in the footsteps of those other gods who went away so long ago.

Gwyndolin will remain behind. She will stay, as she has through every farewell over the millennia, and care for the city as no one else will, even as its streets grow emptier once more. There will not be many gods left, soon, after this latest pair leaves. Only her, and Velka, and Vamos, and Lord Nito sleeping deep below. None of the others call this city home.

For now, though, the day is joyful. The crowd gathered here celebrates, and dances, and the guests of honor are both happy to entertain with displays of flame sorcery, an art long since lost to the common folk after Izalith's collapse.

When they get a moment, the two sisters meet at the back end of the ballroom, opposite the statues and the pair of elevators that alternately carry guests to the balcony above and servants from the kitchens below. Gwynevere carries a plate of dainties, offering some to Gwyndolin. The last of that type from the kitchens, according to the waiter who delivered them personally to the goddess's hands.

So Gwyndolin takes one, gratefully, ever anxious at the thought of stepping away from the wall at her back, of letting down her guard, of being seen in this body that everyone knows is wrong. Even apart from the half dozen snakes coiling out beneath her dress, even were that no issue at all, she would hesitate to appear in public.

The treat is cake-like yet savory, with hints of citrus... and far more than a hint of immediate nausea. Gwyndolin coughs once, partway bent over, and hurries to straighten up and conceal anything that might attract the notice of other guests. But Gwynevere sees, and is concerned, and asks if something is wrong.

Something is very wrong. Gwyndolin turns her back to the party and chokes out a few words – poison, don't touch the others, she's going back to her room but don't tell anyone. Gwynevere nods, wishes her luck, says she'll dispose of the plate and meet her there.

Gwyndolin draws up a sigil in the air formed of strands of sunlight, a fusion of sorcery and miracles, and releases its power to hurl herself through space in an instant... but sick as she is, the teleport is miscast, and she appears halfway along the straight line path to her destination, stumbling on unsteady snakes into the railing overlooking a hall below.

Ahead of her is the double-helix staircase that could take her to the rooftops, but before that point a room off to the right, a small chapel of sorts tucked away beside the main hall. She ducks in there, short of breath, and hurries to the far corner across from the door where a secret passage waits. The wall slides apart, and Gwyndolin struggles up a narrow spiral staircase – difficult enough on snakes even in the best of times – to another hall above.

Gwynevere teleports in ahead of her, empty-handed, just in time to catch her as she falls. Gwyndolin tries to speak but only coughs come out, and she points to the heavy, reinforced door that marks her personal chambers.

Instead of helping her up to keep moving, Gwynevere only lays her sister down gently on the marble floor and begins casting a miracle of her own. Soothing sunlight radiates around her, enveloping both women and flooding the hall in either direction with healing rays.

The swelling in Gwyndolin's throat lessens, then clears entirely, and she manages to produce words at last. "Thank you," she says, sitting up on the hard floor beside her sister.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"Poison," Gwyndolin repeats. "In the hors d'oeuvre plate. Something fast acting and serious, and I suspect... professional."

"An assassin?" Gwynevere looks concerned, but unconvinced. "I mean no offense, but you are more concerned with evildoers than most... Are you sure it was not simple contamination, or an allergy?"

Gwyndolin nods. "I could barely cast my most practiced spell. This would have killed a human in seconds, and probably could have killed one of us if left untreated. Particularly if the strongest healer in the land were the one afflicted."

Gwynevere narrows her eyes. "What do you mean? You're not a healer. And who would try to kill you anyway?"

"It would not be the first such attempt on my life. But you are overlooking the obvious, dear sister. You told me just before, that the platter was delivered personally, with intent, and the story told was that the last should be yours as an honor. You then carried the malignant cakes to share, and that is how I came to be poisoned."

Finally, it clicks. "You don't think–"

Gwyndolin meets her sister's eyes and nods. "I was not the target. Someone at your farewell banquet has tried to assassinate you."

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"You are all fools," Quelana says. "Gwyneth, Quelathi, you two have always been fools, though for different reasons. Quelaag, Gwyndolin, you're usually smarter than this. Come on, think it through!"

"I have thought as much as I need to," Gwyneth retorts, brash as ever. So little respect he has for anything but strength of arms, for which so little thought is ever needed. "If we succeed in this, then Father will have no need to sacrifice himself as he plans, for the First Flame will burn again without his kindling. That is reason enough."

"And if you fail?"

Quelaag opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off before she can speak by Gwyneth once more. "We shall not!"

On the other side of the room, Quelare puts her face in her hands and shakes her head. She turns away, but cannot bring herself to leave the room and stop listening.

"It is a wonderful and noble goal," Quelavere cuts in, trying to placate her older brother. "But I cannot feel confident in something so unprecedented. Tampering with a Lord Soul..."

Finally, Gwyndolin musters the courage to speak up. "Lord Souls are the closest thing known to the First Flame, born from it in those very first moments. I agree that the risk is significant, but the situation is becoming desperate. At the very least, we must do something. We must try."

"Everyone is depending on us, whether they know it or not," Quelathi adds.

Quelana sighs. "I understand that," she says carefully. "But there is a difference between controlled experimentation and wanton tinkering. Quelaag, I know it was not your idea, but you were the first to voice support and unlike Gwyneth you actually live here in Izalith, so... Could you not have asked Mother at any point before now, for permission to study the Lord Soul? Could you not have invited her to the discussion alongside us all?"

Quelaag shuffles her feet, and hesitates. "I– yes. I could have." She glances to her brother, then back. "He said it would be better not to involve her."

"Mother might put a stop to the plan," Gwyneth asserts. "She has no love for Father, this has been plainly known for centuries. Ever since she built this wretched place so far away, so deep beneath the earth as if to hide from the sunlight itself!"

Immediately, flames appear in the hands of several of the witch-sisters. Quelare stalks over to rejoin the group at last, tilting her head upward to meet Gwyneth's eyes. "Need we remind you that you are guests here, dear brothers? If you desire sunlight, then run along and bask in the rays above, and let those of us with more sense devise a plan."

She strikes her palm toward Gwyneth's chest, and in a display of great control, extinguishes the ball of flame just a fraction of a second before contact.

Gwyndolin looks down and pulls her traveling cloak tighter around her shoulders.

"Ah! Right, my apologies," Quelare says as her gaze passes over the youngest sibling. "You, singular brother and yet another sister, are guests in Izalith." To Gwyndolin alone, quieter: "If you want to fit in with the girls, we really must get you a proper black dress."

"If we could return to the topic at hand," Quelana emphasizes, glaring at each gathered sibling in turn. "That side of the room want to do something very rash, without any prior testing to learn the limits and the capabilities of what they would tamper with, and it could save the world or it could... well, we don't know what could happen if they fail, because they've done no testing. Meanwhile, on this side of the room, we have the level-headed people."

"You mean the people too scared to try to help," Quelaag tells her at once.

Quelavere inserts herself physically between the two, addressing the younger sister. "She means the people who favor caution, but not abandonment of the goal. I for one would love for Gwyneth's idea to succeed! But I cannot bring myself to participate, not if you go ahead with it right now."

"I will observe," the previously silent Quelaca finally speaks up. "But at the first sign of trouble, I will seek out Mother and inform her of the proceedings with her stolen Lord Soul."

"I too will watch from a safe distance," Quelavere says. "But I know such science is beyond my skill."

"I suspect it may be beyond any of us," Gwyndolin says quietly, but not quite soft enough to be unheard. "But I stand by my brother in this, even if in so little else. I cannot watch the world fade and do nothing. For all I wish to escape Father's watchful, controlling eye, I cannot allow his death to be without purpose."

Quelana looks around the group, and finds that the opposition is solidly outnumbered by those in favor and those abstaining. She sighs again, exasperated, and relents as much as she is able. "I'm not going near whatever you idiots cook up," she declares. "And when you fail to produce another First Flame, come back to me then and I can try, once again, to teach you the importance of using science in your magic."

"Quelana, please," her sister Quelathi begs. The youngest of those in Izalith, senior only to Gwyndolin, she has long since mastered the art of wide puppy eyes. "Mother's Lord Soul is the soul of Life. What better catalyst could there be, to create a Flame that rekindles our world's existence? How could it possibly lead to anything else?"

Quelana, ever the pragmatist, only frowns. "I would like to think you all are correct. I would like to have that hope, that something other than a direct linking of soul energy to the First Flame could suffice. I want you to know I am not opposed to the goal, or even the method! What is anathema to me is the recklessness. The risk. It is the fact that you are doing this without knowing that it will work."

"Then tell us," Gwyndolin asks her. "You are the closest thing we have to an expert on the mechanics of flame sorcery. Mother may have more raw power, Quelare may have more precise control, but you know how it works. Tell us, if we do this... what is the worst that could happen?"

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #ask game #glimpse of the past #ooc: oops I accidentally a thousand words #ooc: what's the worst that could happen? certainly not chaos and lava and demons and mass exodus and death #ooc: certainly not Quelaag; Quelathi; and Gwyndolin all getting transformed below the waist into giant spiders or a collection of snakes #ooc: and Gwyneth getting a full body mutation because he was even closer to the chaos than they were; ending up as a lava-oozing giant #ooc: the worst that could happen definitely wouldn't include Mother's death and the abandonment of all of Izalith as uninhabitable #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Quelaca not making it out of the city in time; and Quelana becoming a hermit in the Great Swamp #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Gwyndolin and Quelavere returning to Anor Londo in disgrace; and Quelavere replacing Gwyneth as heir of sunlight #ooc: it wouldn't lead to Quelare bravely venturing back into the cursed city and pledging to guard the new bed of chaos and keep others awa #ooc: it certainly wouldn't lead to Father sacrificing his life to save the world anyway; exactly the thing this experiment was meant to sto #ooc: no of course not; none of that; clearly Quelana is just being overly cautious and should let the others go ahead