Innverse Stats | 10.27 GMG

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Kasigna	It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars.
Kasigna	It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars.
Kasigna	There was blood on her hands. The Maiden raised shaking hands, and the ichor of a goddess dripped down. She tasted profane flesh in her mouth. Rot and decrepit half-flesh; the idea of flesh.
Kasigna	No longer. A third of Kasigna was dead.
[Innkeeper]	“It had to be done. We always live. I have survived wars of gods and dragged each foe down with me. Even this cannot stop me. That [Innkeeper], my realm—take it all away and I live. Do you hear me? I live!”
Kasigna	The Maiden listened; it was not her voice, aged and wild with rage and loss, that screamed in this void that had been her realm.
Kasigna	It should have been her end, but she was Kasigna. She was the old ways. So she had performed a ritual as profane and ancient as time itself. Sacrifice. Blood for blood.
Kasigna	The Mother was dead.
Kasigna	Never again would there be the Mother. Never again would she be called Three-In-One. This act had taken everything from her.
Kasigna	The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price.
Kasignel	The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price.
Kasigna	She looked around, no longer a conjoined being, and saw the Crone was still raving. The Maiden…had no idea what the Crone was thinking.
Kasigna	Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old.
Kasigna	Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old.
Kasigna	The Maiden had been change and passion, impetuous emotion and the understanding of what youth was. They were balanced by the Mother, who occupied the role of the provider, who knew what it was to care for lives and see them gently pass into her hands. They had been complete.
Kasigna	“Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.”
Kasigna	“Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.”
Kasigna	The Crone twisted around, her face a mask of grief and rage, of vengeance and determination written in her very soul.
Kasigna	If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone.
Kasigna	If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone.
Kasigna	The Crone hesitated, and uncertainty flashed in her timeless gaze, for she did not know, and this was new and terrifying to the Goddess of Death. She answered slowly.
Kasigna	The Crone hesitated, and uncertainty flashed in her timeless gaze, for she did not know, and this was new and terrifying to the Goddess of Death. She answered slowly.
Kasigna	Her fists clenched as she gazed around at the emptiness that had been her home. The Maiden said nothing, but sat, blood dripping from her hands.
Kasigna	She said it half like a question, asking for permission awkwardly. The Crone gazed at the Maiden and jerked her chin.
Kasigna	The Crone paced in the void with no firmament to tread, moving by her will, as the Maiden sat there. They said nothing; even the act of talking amongst themselves felt wrong, unnecessary, yet suddenly needed.

Kasigna

It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars.

Kasigna

It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had been newly-born. She was the Goddess of Death, and she had lived through the birth and death of countless stars.

Kasigna

There was blood on her hands. The Maiden raised shaking hands, and the ichor of a goddess dripped down. She tasted profane flesh in her mouth. Rot and decrepit half-flesh; the idea of flesh.

Kasigna

No longer. A third of Kasigna was dead.

[Innkeeper]

“It had to be done. We always live. I have survived wars of gods and dragged each foe down with me. Even this cannot stop me. That [Innkeeper], my realm—take it all away and I live. Do you hear me? I live!”

Kasigna

The Maiden listened; it was not her voice, aged and wild with rage and loss, that screamed in this void that had been her realm.

Kasigna

It should have been her end, but she was Kasigna. She was the old ways. So she had performed a ritual as profane and ancient as time itself. Sacrifice. Blood for blood.

Kasigna

The Mother was dead.

Kasigna

Never again would there be the Mother. Never again would she be called Three-In-One. This act had taken everything from her.

Kasigna

The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price.

Kasignel

The Maiden stared at her hands. And she wondered…what the Crone was thinking. Did she see how her hubris had led her to this end? She could have consolidated her power, rebuilt Kasignel. Instead, she had crossed swords with a mere mortal and paid the ultimate price.

Kasigna

She looked around, no longer a conjoined being, and saw the Crone was still raving. The Maiden…had no idea what the Crone was thinking.

Kasigna

Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old.

Kasigna

Terrifying. They were both Kasigna, but now, they were different Kasignas. The Crone had always been the most bitter and oldest of them, kind in her ways, but embodying that end of life, the perspective of the old.

Kasigna

The Maiden had been change and passion, impetuous emotion and the understanding of what youth was. They were balanced by the Mother, who occupied the role of the provider, who knew what it was to care for lives and see them gently pass into her hands. They had been complete.

Kasigna

“Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.”

Kasigna

“Kasigna. I lay you to rest. Dear Mother, thou who art part of me, I pass thee to the end of places. Beyond my faded shores. Go now to the land beyond even the touch of gods. Sleep, Mother. Sleep, Kasigna. Death welcomes thee.”

Kasigna

The Crone twisted around, her face a mask of grief and rage, of vengeance and determination written in her very soul.

Kasigna

If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone.

Kasigna

If you could see her how Kasigna thought of herself, you might see a frog-like being, hunch-backed, eyes round and black, a throat-sac inflating and deflating as she spoke. That was the form she had first taken. The Maiden turned to the Crone.

Kasigna

The Crone hesitated, and uncertainty flashed in her timeless gaze, for she did not know, and this was new and terrifying to the Goddess of Death. She answered slowly.

Kasigna

The Crone hesitated, and uncertainty flashed in her timeless gaze, for she did not know, and this was new and terrifying to the Goddess of Death. She answered slowly.

Kasigna

Her fists clenched as she gazed around at the emptiness that had been her home. The Maiden said nothing, but sat, blood dripping from her hands.

Kasigna

She said it half like a question, asking for permission awkwardly. The Crone gazed at the Maiden and jerked her chin.

Kasigna

The Crone paced in the void with no firmament to tread, moving by her will, as the Maiden sat there. They said nothing; even the act of talking amongst themselves felt wrong, unnecessary, yet suddenly needed.

Chapter 10.27 GMG

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