Innverse Stats | 10.34 MGF

Name	Text
Mrsha	That wasn’t how things actually ended. Mrsha had seen life end, and it was just—gone. An old person stopped breathing at last. An arrow struck you and life vanished, not always instantly, but the moment when it fled was obvious.
Floodplains	Life ending was the most final thing. But sometimes it was over in other ways. Sometimes you realized your dreams weren’t going to come true, or you stood there, watching an army pour across the Floodplains, and you realized there wasn’t going to be any miracle.
Rags	Maybe it wouldn’t all be so bad. Maybe good will come through. Student Rags and Roots Mrsha are good.
Mrsha	Maybe it wouldn’t all be so bad. Maybe good will come through. Student Rags and Roots Mrsha are good.
Mrsha	Even so, Mrsha had to admit—this felt pretty final for her. Game over.
Lyonette du Marquin	There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.
The Wandering Inn	There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.
Pawn	There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.
Mrsha	She wasn’t even nowhere, because that was a place, when you got down to it. Mrsha was…between. She had been in a world when the door closed, and then she’d been like an object in a room when the room vanished.
Mrsha	Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—
[Soldier]	Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—
Mrsha	Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—
Mrsha	And the image was gone, a piece of time and reality playing itself out. Mrsha saw, in the same place, a battle-scarred, green Dragon speaking to an older version of the woman, who was bowing slightly.
[King]	While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.
[Queen]	While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.
[Queen]	While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.
[King]	While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.
Mrsha	Mrsha could see all three images playing at once; they were the same place geographically. The exact same. The only thing that was different was the time. They were overlaid over each other, but if you looked differently, you could separate them by the time they had occurred.
Mrsha	It overloaded her. Mrsha went insane with the visions and stopped thinking. Then she started thinking because even insanity couldn’t keep up with this place. To shield herself from this maddening display, she focused and realized the three scenes had a meaning.
Grand Design of Isthekenous	They were linked to her. Little trails of meaning were coming off her, connecting her back to the three events—to so many events across the world. She was part of the world, after all. She concentrated with all the willpower she had and understood. Then she saw the world as the Grand Design of Isthekenous did.
[Soldier]	See—they were marching over rocky, broken ground, stumbling, as deafening screeches filled the air. Nineteen [Soldiers] in all, a sorry lot wearing armor scabbed with rust and dried blood, weapons chipped. A broken group of warriors from a war that already felt lost. Yet they were following a young woman, who had dull brown hair, limping forwards, holding a battered mace in one hand.
Mrsha	Mrsha could hear the woman’s racing thoughts, dulled with exhaustion and filled with a determination that shone like gold through her being. Terror, weakness, and willpower. She could read the woman’s levels too.
[Courageous Survivor]	[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.
[Desperate Leader]	[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.
[Glassblower]	[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.

Mrsha

That wasn’t how things actually ended. Mrsha had seen life end, and it was just—gone. An old person stopped breathing at last. An arrow struck you and life vanished, not always instantly, but the moment when it fled was obvious.

Floodplains

Life ending was the most final thing. But sometimes it was over in other ways. Sometimes you realized your dreams weren’t going to come true, or you stood there, watching an army pour across the Floodplains, and you realized there wasn’t going to be any miracle.

Rags

Maybe it wouldn’t all be so bad. Maybe good will come through. Student Rags and Roots Mrsha are good.

Mrsha

Maybe it wouldn’t all be so bad. Maybe good will come through. Student Rags and Roots Mrsha are good.

Mrsha

Even so, Mrsha had to admit—this felt pretty final for her. Game over.

Lyonette du Marquin

There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.

The Wandering Inn

There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.

Pawn

There was no ground, no Lyonette’s room in The Wandering Inn. Pawn had vanished; the world had vanished. Gravity had disappeared. It wasn’t blackness or white oblivion. Color had ceased. Reality had ceased.

Mrsha

She wasn’t even nowhere, because that was a place, when you got down to it. Mrsha was…between. She had been in a world when the door closed, and then she’d been like an object in a room when the room vanished.

Mrsha

Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—

[Soldier]

Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—

Mrsha

Then her vision shifted, and Mrsha’s mind decided they were, in fact, scenes of the world she was no longer part of. She saw a marching band of [Soldiers], armor rusted and weapons battered, following a woman as she pointed over the broken ground. Mrsha smelled their exhaustion and fear—

Mrsha

And the image was gone, a piece of time and reality playing itself out. Mrsha saw, in the same place, a battle-scarred, green Dragon speaking to an older version of the woman, who was bowing slightly.

[King]

While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.

[Queen]

While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.

[Queen]

While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.

[King]

While those two events were playing out, a [King] and [Queen] were having breakfast. The [Queen] was distracted, and the [King] was asking what was wrong, and she said, ‘I don’t know’, which surprised him.

Mrsha

Mrsha could see all three images playing at once; they were the same place geographically. The exact same. The only thing that was different was the time. They were overlaid over each other, but if you looked differently, you could separate them by the time they had occurred.

Mrsha

It overloaded her. Mrsha went insane with the visions and stopped thinking. Then she started thinking because even insanity couldn’t keep up with this place. To shield herself from this maddening display, she focused and realized the three scenes had a meaning.

Grand Design of Isthekenous

They were linked to her. Little trails of meaning were coming off her, connecting her back to the three events—to so many events across the world. She was part of the world, after all. She concentrated with all the willpower she had and understood. Then she saw the world as the Grand Design of Isthekenous did.

[Soldier]

See—they were marching over rocky, broken ground, stumbling, as deafening screeches filled the air. Nineteen [Soldiers] in all, a sorry lot wearing armor scabbed with rust and dried blood, weapons chipped. A broken group of warriors from a war that already felt lost. Yet they were following a young woman, who had dull brown hair, limping forwards, holding a battered mace in one hand.

Mrsha

Mrsha could hear the woman’s racing thoughts, dulled with exhaustion and filled with a determination that shone like gold through her being. Terror, weakness, and willpower. She could read the woman’s levels too.

[Courageous Survivor]

[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.

[Desperate Leader]

[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.

[Glassblower]

[Courageous Survivor] Level 24. [Desperate Leader] Level 4. [Glassblower] Level 3.

Chapter 10.34 MGF

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