Innverse Stats | 10.35 (Pt. 3)

Name	Text
Pyrite	A Goblin. Pyrite had always, always doubted every happy moment in his life. He supposed it was in the real Pyrite’s nature too. Every day he lay down in a comfortable inn and enjoyed a life without death or great worries, he had waited for it to end.
Pyrite	A Goblin. Pyrite had always, always doubted every happy moment in his life. He supposed it was in the real Pyrite’s nature too. Every day he lay down in a comfortable inn and enjoyed a life without death or great worries, he had waited for it to end.
Mrsha	—But he really wasn’t sure what little Mrsha had done to deserve all of it. So that convinced Pyrite it was just a bad thing happening.
Pyrite	—But he really wasn’t sure what little Mrsha had done to deserve all of it. So that convinced Pyrite it was just a bad thing happening.
Mrsha	His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.
Mrsha	His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.
Mrsha	His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.
Lyonette du Marquin	His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.
[The Palace of Fates]	He pointed, and the band of people from his world he’d found followed him. The Hobgoblin ran through the [Palace of Fates]—he’d found his people. He was trying to get them out.
Erin Solstice	Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.
Emerrhain	Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.
Pyrite	Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.
[The Palace of Fates]	Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.
Pyrite	Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…
Erin Solstice	Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…
[Garden of Sanctuary]	Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…
Garden of Sanctuary	Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…
Zelkyr Amerwing	A raging Truestone Golem hurtled out of one of the doors, screaming, its porcelain skin revealing red lines from within. Some—world where Golems had risen up against their masters? It turned and began smashing its fists against another door where Archmage Zelkyr, a withered Drake, backed away as a Truestone Golem tried to defend him.
Pyrite	Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.
Lyonette du Marquin	Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.
Zelkyr Amerwing	Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.
Pyrite	Another corridor that was ‘safe’; something was clawing at the inside of one of the doors, but they weren’t all breaking at the same speed. Pyrite slowed near the door, forcing himself to stand in front of it as he pointed and saw people running past.
Relc Grasstongue	His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—
Valeterisa Imarris	His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—
Relc Grasstongue	His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—

Pyrite

A Goblin. Pyrite had always, always doubted every happy moment in his life. He supposed it was in the real Pyrite’s nature too. Every day he lay down in a comfortable inn and enjoyed a life without death or great worries, he had waited for it to end.

Pyrite

A Goblin. Pyrite had always, always doubted every happy moment in his life. He supposed it was in the real Pyrite’s nature too. Every day he lay down in a comfortable inn and enjoyed a life without death or great worries, he had waited for it to end.

Mrsha

—But he really wasn’t sure what little Mrsha had done to deserve all of it. So that convinced Pyrite it was just a bad thing happening.

Pyrite

—But he really wasn’t sure what little Mrsha had done to deserve all of it. So that convinced Pyrite it was just a bad thing happening.

Mrsha

His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.

Mrsha

His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.

Mrsha

His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.

Lyonette du Marquin

His Mrsha. Not Roots Mrsha, Real Mrsha, or anyone else. A frightened girl crying as she silently clung to her mother’s hand and ran. Lyonette from the inn that had so recently held a beach and happiness on the Winter Solstice.

[The Palace of Fates]

He pointed, and the band of people from his world he’d found followed him. The Hobgoblin ran through the [Palace of Fates]—he’d found his people. He was trying to get them out.

Erin Solstice

Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.

Emerrhain

Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.

Pyrite

Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.

[The Palace of Fates]

Erin was gone. The Flooded Waters tribe…most likely gone. Most hadn’t reached the inn, and even if they had afterwards, that God of Magic was there. But this group, at least, he could save. Pyrite had run back into the [Palace of Fates] rather than stay at the exit. It had been a miracle that he found his people at all, or the desperation in his heart had led him to them.

Pyrite

Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…

Erin Solstice

Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…

[Garden of Sanctuary]

Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…

Garden of Sanctuary

Run, as soldiers and dead gods and worse poured in through every door around them. Pyrite led everyone towards the exit, an axe in his hand. It shone with lightning; a gift from Erin’s [Garden of Sanctuary], but it was a paltry weapon against…

Zelkyr Amerwing

A raging Truestone Golem hurtled out of one of the doors, screaming, its porcelain skin revealing red lines from within. Some—world where Golems had risen up against their masters? It turned and began smashing its fists against another door where Archmage Zelkyr, a withered Drake, backed away as a Truestone Golem tried to defend him.

Pyrite

Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.

Lyonette du Marquin

Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.

Zelkyr Amerwing

Pyrite retreated around the corridor, pulling Lyonette with him. A band of refugees from his world followed. A few of them, Drakes, almost went towards the dueling Archmage of Golems and the renegade Truestone construct—until they saw three more Truestone Golems emerging from the door. Then they fled.

Pyrite

Another corridor that was ‘safe’; something was clawing at the inside of one of the doors, but they weren’t all breaking at the same speed. Pyrite slowed near the door, forcing himself to stand in front of it as he pointed and saw people running past.

Relc Grasstongue

His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—

Valeterisa Imarris

His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—

Relc Grasstongue

His Relc and Valeterisa, hand-in-hand—Relc’s eyes were empty and lost, and the Archmage had to drag him. Moore, Selys holding Ekirra’s paw—

10.35 (Pt. 3)

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