Innverse Stats | The Roots (Pt. 2c)

Name	Text
Mrsha	Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen.
Serinpotva	Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen.
Sheta	The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.
The Wandering Inn	The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.
[Garden of Sanctuary]	The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
Garden of Sanctuary	The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
Serinpotva	The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
Mrsha	A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.
Serinpotva	A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.
Moore	Her eyes were huge in her head, avian, and one claw could have picked up Moore effortlessly. Her hair had ceased to be thin strands; each fiber was like mooring rope running back along her head or rising like a mane.
Mrsha	When she flew, she would die. Without knowing how or why, Mrsha knew in her heart that she gazed upon the Empress of Harpies in the last moments of her life. As she had stood in this palace, this secret place known only to her, before departing.
Mrsha	Mrsha’s head turned, and she looked about a courtyard with a single, vast stained-glass window shedding light across her and the statue.
Mrsha	A bronze Dragon was flying, breathing purple flames over a palace set into the side of a single, gigantic mountain. Harpies flew around the Dragonlord of Flames, and Mrsha blinked at the familiar eyes he had.
[Garden of Sanctuary]	It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]…
Garden of Sanctuary	It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]…
[Pavilion of Secrets]	This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin…
Erin Solstice	This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin…
Erin Solstice	No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].
[Garden of Sanctuary]	No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].
Sheta	This was the place that Sheta had written of that no other being in the world had ever gained access to. And as if Mrsha had summoned it—she realized there was a door behind her. She turned, and there it was, written above the glorious door, above the spread wings and the keyhole, waiting for the new owner to unlock it.
Mrsha	This was the place that Sheta had written of that no other being in the world had ever gained access to. And as if Mrsha had summoned it—she realized there was a door behind her. She turned, and there it was, written above the glorious door, above the spread wings and the keyhole, waiting for the new owner to unlock it.
[The Palace of Fates]	The [Palace of Fates].
Mrsha	The girl just sat there, feeling at her back, as the statue gazed into oblivion. A marble staircase rose behind the statue, two entrances from the right and left joining at the middle until it reached the second floor. Mrsha craned her neck and saw a long hallway on the second floor, straight behind Sheta’s statue. There were two more on the second floor, on the far east and western sides of the room, branching off into the distance.
Sheta	The girl just sat there, feeling at her back, as the statue gazed into oblivion. A marble staircase rose behind the statue, two entrances from the right and left joining at the middle until it reached the second floor. Mrsha craned her neck and saw a long hallway on the second floor, straight behind Sheta’s statue. There were two more on the second floor, on the far east and western sides of the room, branching off into the distance.
Mrsha	—And did belong here. Mrsha’s brow furrowed as she tried to make rhyme or reason of the floor’s configurations, but she couldn’t. It didn’t fit a numerical pattern.

Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen.

The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.

The Wandering Inn

The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.

[Garden of Sanctuary]

The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.

Garden of Sanctuary

The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.

Serinpotva

The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.

Mrsha

A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.

Serinpotva

A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.

Moore

Her eyes were huge in her head, avian, and one claw could have picked up Moore effortlessly. Her hair had ceased to be thin strands; each fiber was like mooring rope running back along her head or rising like a mane.

Mrsha

When she flew, she would die. Without knowing how or why, Mrsha knew in her heart that she gazed upon the Empress of Harpies in the last moments of her life. As she had stood in this palace, this secret place known only to her, before departing.

Mrsha

Mrsha’s head turned, and she looked about a courtyard with a single, vast stained-glass window shedding light across her and the statue.

Mrsha

A bronze Dragon was flying, breathing purple flames over a palace set into the side of a single, gigantic mountain. Harpies flew around the Dragonlord of Flames, and Mrsha blinked at the familiar eyes he had.

[Garden of Sanctuary]

It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]…

Garden of Sanctuary

It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]…

[Pavilion of Secrets]

This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin…

Erin Solstice

This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin…

Erin Solstice

No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].

[Garden of Sanctuary]

No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].

Sheta

This was the place that Sheta had written of that no other being in the world had ever gained access to. And as if Mrsha had summoned it—she realized there was a door behind her. She turned, and there it was, written above the glorious door, above the spread wings and the keyhole, waiting for the new owner to unlock it.

Mrsha

This was the place that Sheta had written of that no other being in the world had ever gained access to. And as if Mrsha had summoned it—she realized there was a door behind her. She turned, and there it was, written above the glorious door, above the spread wings and the keyhole, waiting for the new owner to unlock it.

[The Palace of Fates]

The [Palace of Fates].

Mrsha

The girl just sat there, feeling at her back, as the statue gazed into oblivion. A marble staircase rose behind the statue, two entrances from the right and left joining at the middle until it reached the second floor. Mrsha craned her neck and saw a long hallway on the second floor, straight behind Sheta’s statue. There were two more on the second floor, on the far east and western sides of the room, branching off into the distance.

Sheta

The girl just sat there, feeling at her back, as the statue gazed into oblivion. A marble staircase rose behind the statue, two entrances from the right and left joining at the middle until it reached the second floor. Mrsha craned her neck and saw a long hallway on the second floor, straight behind Sheta’s statue. There were two more on the second floor, on the far east and western sides of the room, branching off into the distance.

Mrsha

—And did belong here. Mrsha’s brow furrowed as she tried to make rhyme or reason of the floor’s configurations, but she couldn’t. It didn’t fit a numerical pattern.

The Roots (Pt. 2c)

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