Epilogue, The Eternal War
“….With the current Civil War and ongoing external threats, which Sigma is no longer here to hold at bay for us, it is imperative we select the new chair of Yn’dor today.” Lord Traven, seat of Noxia, presented before the Counsel of Hammerfell. “Keeping that in mind, Noxia would like to recommend Gillian, a man of many skills and knowledges.”
“The Wizard?!” Lord Garen stands, knocking his chair back. “This is a ploy by Noxia to place an ally closer to Demacia. Frankly, I am appalled that Noxia would take advantage of this crisis to gain an edge in this war.”
“Demacia has done the same! We have reports of Demacian soldiers closing on Yn’dors’ key resource and financial provisions.”
“For protection during a time of vulnerability, as per the duties dictated by this very counsel!”
“Then why have nearly half of the production that should have made it to Yn’dor in the past two weeks disappeared!” Traven raises his voice, the two now nearly yelling at one another. “Thievery and murder are companions!”
“Gentlemen!” A voice booms over the Counsel chamber. The Ranger General Cleevus, Lord of Winter Haven. His voice is rough and gravelly, the word spoken with spite and condescending sarcasm. The arguing stops and Lord Traven straightens his vest and robes. Clearing his throat he pulls his shoulders back.
“My statement and suggestion thereof have been made to the counsel.” He says with finality before walking back to his seat. As he sits Lord Edger, Chair of Figaro, Rises.
“The Counsel has recognized Noxia’s point of statement and suggestion thereof. Are there any other selections for the Chair of Yn’dor to be brought for further deliberation, which will be decided on by the twentieth day of the Lord Kinus’s absence?”
Another member stands, her body old and frail, through her eyes do not carry the age. Lady Varlay VI waits the few moments for the Counsel to turn their attention to her and quiet. “Varlay positions forth the Lady Aliciana. She has helped every City State in Hamerfell with almost every need that has arisen. Her persona endeavors have given her vast experience in the dealings of coin and goods. We all know her, and many of hosted her personally. She has proven to be resourceful and intelligent.” The Lady says with surprising vigor. As she finishes, she slowly sits. Murmuring seizes the chamber. Lords and Ladies speak in whispers at the idea presented. Edger gives them a few more moments before standing once more.
“The Counsel has recognized Varlay’s recommendation of Lady Aliciana. If there are no further suggestions, we will move to the next point of the meeting.” He waits a few moments in the terse silence, undercut by more whispers. “Very well, the investigation into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the disappearance of the Lord Kinus and the protectors SIGMA has been assigned to teams from Winter Haven, Bandal, and Azerin. The Counsel will now receive a report on the investigation from Lord Cleevus, Lady Tristana, and Lord Reno.”
Lord Reno looks at Gould pleadingly before standing, but a small shake of the head informs him nothing new has arisen. Frowning, the Lord stands before the Counsel alongside Cleevus and Tristana.
“All three teams have been placed under the leadership of the Head of Arcane Gould and have-
“THE HEEAAAD OF ARRRCAAANE?” An old, tired voice calls out. Gould whispers fervently to the aged man at his side.
“And have been investigating the scene through means of alchemical, arcane, and material expertise.” The Lord continues. “Unfortunately, while the investigation will remain open until more concrete information can be brought forth, it seems as if the Lord and SIGMA were all killed and disintegrated in an explosion of chaos magic under the Palace. The reason and cause for the explosion are still under investigation.”
“So basically,” Lord Creevus pick up. “We have nothing and strongly suspect everyone in the area was turned to ash.” Creevus shrugs. The Lady Tristana sighs.
“What the Lords are trying to convey is that the investigation has made little progress at all due to political and classification barriers. The teams have taken a longer amount of time than expected to work well together, hindering their own progress. However, they now seem to have found a synergy that has boosted progress of the current solutions. The standing hypothesis is that the Lord Kinus was under attack by a powerful magical force and, with the help of Sigma, sought to harness a significantly large pocket of chaos magic beneath the palace. The attack is suspected on the basis of the large attacks that have taken place recently in Gareth, Azirin, Poktrel, Guardia, Hyl, Winter Haven, and Nedina. While there is no distinguishable pattern, SIGMA’s presence protected Azirin during its attack. By keeping their strategy in mind, Hyl, Nedina, and Poktrel have held back their own assaults. The member of SIMGA, Mygus, is known for wielding a surprising amount of chaos magic. Very little information is currently available to support or deny this hypothesis. Therefore, at this point, unless the team of experts we have put together are able to uncover some new information, they should all be considered dead.”
“SCHIGMA ISCH ALIVE!” A new voice cries out. The great doors to the Counsel bang, but remain closed.
“Oh, Schon of a schuccubusch. Schtupid doorsch.” The voice whines. The door bangs again, but does not budge. “Schrew it.”
Suddenly the doors slam open as a giant magical hand balled into a fist bursts through.
“Guards!” Edger calls.
“Oh, schorry, they are kind of buschy.” The newcomer says as he adjusts his glasses and dispels the hand, summoning a large floating slate of dark granite with numerous writings in chalk.
“Now, from what I can tell, the runesch inschibed all through out the room under the palasche are a mixth of Schadowfell and Draconic origin. The base schanneling behind the firscht layer isch a-
“Sir, you are out of order! You stand before the Grand Counsel of Hammerfell without summons or announcement! What is your purpose here!” Edger shouts. Wizard Goer pauses in his explanation and slowly turns on the man, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.
“I AM EXCHPLAINING THAT RIGHT NOW! WHAT IN THE NINE HELLSCH DO YOU TCHINK I AM DOING?” He throws his hands in the air, gesturing back to the slate. “DO I APPEAR TO BE AN UNINTELLIGHABLE MORON TO YOU? A SCHINGLE GLANCE AT THE COMPLEXITY OF THE ARCANE CALCULATIONSCH DONE ON THISCH SCHLATE SCHOULD TELL YOU WHAT I’M DOING HERE!” The Wizard strides forward to the front of the stage area, dragging the slate behind him. “ITSCH NOT EVEN THAT COMPLICATED! THISCH ISCH THE SCHUPER SCHIMPLIFIED VERSION!”
Lord Edgers face flushes red. He opens his mouth to reply.
“Wait.” Lady Tristana calls first. She gestures to the slate, where Gould was now standing, closely inspecting the writing.
“This is really… something.” He says.
“Whaaaaaat? You want to sing?”
“Please,” The lady gestures to Wizard Goer. “Continue.”
“Schank you. Now, asch I wasch schaying before I wasch scho rudely interrupted. The runesch were heavily Schadowfellian in nature. Asch we all know, the Schadowfell is one of the rare dimensionsch which is timelessch. Now, when the chaosch magic wasch harnesched and transchitioned into the basche exchschange prosschessch of magical exschposition as determined by Undorsch Firscht Law, schomthing releasched the latent potential shchooled prschmatic magic too schoon, before the filter, prism, and schifting channel runesch could integrate the magicsch into their pure energiesch for hanessching into the ritual.”
“Ritual?” Tristana asked, but Goer continues.
“Cherefore, when the magical energiesch were releasched, only the chaotic negative energiesch were abschorbed by the caschter in the ritual. All other magical exchess wasch releasched in the form of temporal fluxchuation.”
Gould turned to him.
“You are hypothesizing that they have been sent through time?” He asks.
“What?” Goes looks at him quizzically. “No, I am TELLING you chey have been schent through time.”
Gould looks back at the slate. “What about the shadowed stains of their images we found on the ground, which would correlate closer to disintegration?”
The Wizard Goer stared at the Head of Arcane as if her were the most incompetent man in the world.
“Did you bother having anyone who schtudies the schadowfell even look at the area? COVERED IN SCHADOWFELLIAN RUNESCH? One glanckch and even I knew it waschn’t dischintigration. Then, to gain further information, I had… a new friend who isch an exchpert on schadows take a look. Sche schaid that they were preschenche echoesch. Faded formsch of a beingsch esschence left after a schpachial, dimenschional, or temporal dischplacement due to the dark energiesch of the schadowfell.”
Tristana begins to make her own way down to the slate. “And how do you know it is not the special ot dimensional displacement?” She asks, now enthralled.
Goer rolls his eyes. “OBVIOSCHLY, the runich pattern dischplayed acrossch the room was schet for a temporal focusch schift, likely to causche the ritual to go much faschter than it would have otherwische.”
Both Tristana and Gould nod slowly as they continue to study the slate. There are several moments of silence.
Edger stands again. “Head of Arcane?”
“The Heeeaaad oooof Aaaarrcaaane?”
Gould turns. “The calculations make perfect sense. As does his logic.”
Lord Reno steps forward. “Through all of this, you have mentioned nothing of the Lord Kinus.”
Goes sighs exasperatedly. “Have you not been lischening! I schaid the chaotic negative energiesch from the ritual were absorbed by the caschter, which was Kinusch. That guy is waaaaaay dead. Or worsche.
Reno frowns. “Then you only came and interrupted this Counsel to present the possibility-
“CHANCE that SIGMA is still alive? Why? You understand what you are risking by coming here and interrupting the Counsel.”
Several moments pass as Goer focusses on the man, his face serious and somber. “Becausche they are my friendsch. I have scheen what all of them would rischk for their friendsch.” He opens his arms to the Counsel of Hammerfell. “All of you have. How many villagesch and citiesch have they schaved in the year they have travelled? How many Livesch?”
Each member of the Counsel looks to one another, many nodding their agreement. The Lord of Azerin smiles. “What do you need from us?”
Wizard Goer’s shoulders sag in relief. “I juscht want my friendsch back.”
Gould walks next to the man. “I admit you are gifted, but even with my knowledge, resources, and power at your disposal I doubt the both of us could manipulates a spell with enough control to bring them back. I do not even know where to begin. Chronomancy is rare and dangerous, experimenting alone would be costly. I want them back too, more than you know, but I just don’t think we can do anything.” He says, placing his hand on the wizards shoulder. Goers eyes begin to film.
“Whaaaaaat? You want to create a temporal link using their presence echoes as the foundational anchor to hold their covalent Tach bonds to the material plane at the moment of perspective time in which they should belong if their respective presences had remained in place so that when their life essences fluctuate due to the trauma of the displacement process, it will force them back along the link through the bonding forces created between the temporal roots?”
All eyes of the Counsel are locked onto the old man. Gould blinked several times. “Theodor, that-?”
“And you want to do all that so you guys can have a one night fling? Oookkkkaaaayyy.”