“I’m sure his grandmother hasn’t hurt him but is protecting him. However, it certainly doesn’t mean the spell was painless. Gewyn how do you feel? We should let Mireah rest. Maybe all of us get some rest for the trek back?”
Mireah, who had slumped back into her seat does not reply to vin at all, her head hangs forward, limp. Delores rushes forward to check on her 'daughter', generally making a bit of a fuss before turning to the group, "she's asleep but apparently unharmed, I'll take her to her room... Gewyn are you ok? Muir you mentioned you are a druid, you have healing should he need it yes?"
Spyro chirps nervously from the ceiling before descending to check on Gewyn.
Lifting Mireah up in a wobbly fireman's carry, Delores starts slowly making her way out of the room, only to be joined by Hector who offers to help carry the sleeping teenage ArchFae. It seems Hector is trying to distract himself from the Elthana situation having not been a jot of help at all where that is concerned.
Having opened his mouth into a wordless scream during the process, Gewyn collapses to the ground face down. He writhes around in agony for a few moments, trying to tear the shirt of his back as he whimpers, but finally goes still, panting heavily.
"That..." he says after a long minute, "felt like a very bad idea. It feels like my shirt is burning," he winces. He tries to pull the shirt off over his head with trembling arms. "Could someone give me a hand with this?"
Sam is bewildered. He hadn't noticed a thing about the exchange until there was aftereffects to notice. As such... Bewildered!
But when Gewyn mentions that it feels like his shirt it burning, Sam is more than ready - He grabs a waterskin and is immediately squirting Gewyn with water to try to put him out! Unfortunately he has but the one so he is soon looking around to the others. "Quickly! We must soak him out!"
As Sam drenches Gewyn the best he can and Gewyn slowly peels off his shirt, everyone sees a symbol extending the length of their bard friend's back, three lines extending out from a central point, each curling in on themselves forming three tight spirals, the top one reaches up to his neck and across one shoulder, the second wraps far around grazing his ribs on the opposite side, whilst the third lies upon his lower back right over his kidney. Spyro gasps looking more than worried. "What? How.. is that, The triskelion"
Muir rubs his chin and stares at the Triskelion "Interesting that this is what appears." He points to the three spirals and begins to explain to the others "You see these here, they represent life, death, and rebirth. Mireah represents spring which encompasses these 3 aspects of life. Although I find it interesting that this should appear so on you Gewyn....Your deal with Morris who is but one aspect of death and now Mireah. 2 deals with death so to say. Interesting.....Are you ok? Besides the burning pain, do you feel different?"
Glad the attention was no longer on her, she watches in amazement and fear as Mireah does well.. something to him. When he asks for help, she gets up and assists him with getting his shirt off as Sam douses him with water. Seeing the tattoo on his back now, she stares at it. "Triskelion?" She then looks at Muir, impressed as ever at his knowledge and waits to hear Gewyn's response.
Gewyn winces and sits, crossing his legs. His face contorts a few times, shifting through several different forms before settling on his tiefling appearance, his hair, now soaked, flops over his face. "I'm okay, I think. I wish I had a mirror," he says, pulling out his mirror. Inspecting his back as best he can with it, he starts to morph into the appearance of a slender elf. His skin changes colour, but the tattoo remains. He switches back.
"What has been done to me?" he asks. "And what is this... I feel a magic within me, but it is not the subtle weft and weave of the music I create."
Muir continues to rub his chin "This is interesting. I am unsure what it does but perhaps Spiro can tell us....I could theorize based on the idea of life death and rebirth but that won't be helpful. The magic you feel, is stronger than the weave you tap into with your music? Interesting....."
Spyro looks worried, and flies over to perch on gewyn's shoulders once more, though this time backward so as to get a good look at Gewyn's back, "it's true, the Triskelion is the balance of life, death and rebirth, but it's much more than that. It is prophecised in Fae lore that when the time of the sisters of the seasons ends, the triskelion will bring balance in their place.
Gewyn what happened for you to be involved with death? If you are the Triskelion then... You are the signal of the end of Mireah and Shionne, the last remaining sisters... Though with Tialha and Rynwell gone, Mireah here.. I suppose their end was an inevitability."
Sam feels things have suddenly taken a turn for the solemn and serious even if he doesn't fully comprehend how or why. So he shuts up and allows things to play out without his blundering...
Elthana tries to take in all this new information. Her head is starting to ache from the elven wine, her issues and now whatever is going on with Gewyn. She tries to pay attention as it sounds super important. Gewyn... the balancer of life, death and rebirth? Sure glad he is on their side.
She watches her friend to see how he is taking all this information. Sure is a lot and she knows how that feels.
Vin watches as Mireah is carried away, calming a little as Gewyn claims to be mostly intact and ok. He watched his friend change shape but the symbol remain, and listens as it is named a Triskelion and it's purpose explained.
He shares a worried look with Neferox, who simply cocks her head to the side back at him, but remains interested.
"It sounds like Mireah has gifted Gewyn with power, but with a consequence. Might have been nice to mention that up front", he mumbles to no-one in particular.
"Why would Mireah do something to signal her own end? She just spoke about finding her daughters", he asks Spyro. "Could it be this was not her intention?".
"I've known Mireah for eons before she left the faewyld, she wouldn't do this intentionally, the mireah I knew wouldn't burden someone like this without their absolute and educated consent..." Spyro says to vin, a little hurt creeping into his voice at the assumption that his old master could be so ruthless.
"Perhaps she is being not aware of this, but what was he thinking with the 'gifting', what it is she has done for Gewyn?" Griff inquires through a half beakful of noodles.
"I don't know... She gifted an aspect of herself, of her power, that could be any number of things, she said Gewyn could 'handle' it, but like, is that because of the blood relation??" The small faerie dragon questions in return.
Elthana walks over next to Vin and regards the small faerie dragon, "She wouldn't, would she? Well, I don't know about you, but I didn't hear his absolute an educated consent. It appeared to me that Gewyn didn't have a clue as to what was happening. What she was 'gifting' to him. Is it a good thing? Or did she just straddle our friend with something he truly doesn't want?"
She regards Gewyn with concern, unsure of what all this means.
"Always get the voodoo done before they start drinking, that's what I say!" Sam says in a probably misguided attempt to lighten the mood. "Drunken magics always lead to trouble... Drinking should be left to the hale and hearty type, we know how to keep our wits about us, eh?" Sam smiles and looks around, expecting joviality and perhaps others joining into the banter. Not getting the results he was looking for he pulls a Homer and backs up into the bushes...
Gewyn stands up, looking grave (No pun intended). He looks over to where Mireah is being carried off, and then back at the others. He says quietly to Spyro, "I made a deal. Received a boon. I have some small dominion over the domains of death and remembrance. I... I'm sorry, I need some time to think."
He walks off a little ways, and then holds out his arm in an invitation for Spyro to come with him. He sits down a little distance away and starts quietly playing his pipes. Then he stops, hunches over, and buries his head in his arms, chest heaving silently.
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“I’m sure his grandmother hasn’t hurt him but is protecting him. However, it certainly doesn’t mean the spell was painless. Gewyn how do you feel? We should let Mireah rest. Maybe all of us get some rest for the trek back?”
Mireah, who had slumped back into her seat does not reply to vin at all, her head hangs forward, limp. Delores rushes forward to check on her 'daughter', generally making a bit of a fuss before turning to the group, "she's asleep but apparently unharmed, I'll take her to her room... Gewyn are you ok? Muir you mentioned you are a druid, you have healing should he need it yes?"
Spyro chirps nervously from the ceiling before descending to check on Gewyn.
Lifting Mireah up in a wobbly fireman's carry, Delores starts slowly making her way out of the room, only to be joined by Hector who offers to help carry the sleeping teenage ArchFae. It seems Hector is trying to distract himself from the Elthana situation having not been a jot of help at all where that is concerned.
Muir nods and waits to see how Gewyn’s feeling
Having opened his mouth into a wordless scream during the process, Gewyn collapses to the ground face down. He writhes around in agony for a few moments, trying to tear the shirt of his back as he whimpers, but finally goes still, panting heavily.
"That..." he says after a long minute, "felt like a very bad idea. It feels like my shirt is burning," he winces. He tries to pull the shirt off over his head with trembling arms. "Could someone give me a hand with this?"
Sam is bewildered. He hadn't noticed a thing about the exchange until there was aftereffects to notice. As such... Bewildered!
But when Gewyn mentions that it feels like his shirt it burning, Sam is more than ready - He grabs a waterskin and is immediately squirting Gewyn with water to try to put him out! Unfortunately he has but the one so he is soon looking around to the others. "Quickly! We must soak him out!"
As Sam drenches Gewyn the best he can and Gewyn slowly peels off his shirt, everyone sees a symbol extending the length of their bard friend's back, three lines extending out from a central point, each curling in on themselves forming three tight spirals, the top one reaches up to his neck and across one shoulder, the second wraps far around grazing his ribs on the opposite side, whilst the third lies upon his lower back right over his kidney. Spyro gasps looking more than worried. "What? How.. is that, The triskelion"
Muir rubs his chin and stares at the Triskelion "Interesting that this is what appears." He points to the three spirals and begins to explain to the others "You see these here, they represent life, death, and rebirth. Mireah represents spring which encompasses these 3 aspects of life. Although I find it interesting that this should appear so on you Gewyn....Your deal with Morris who is but one aspect of death and now Mireah. 2 deals with death so to say. Interesting.....Are you ok? Besides the burning pain, do you feel different?"
Glad the attention was no longer on her, she watches in amazement and fear as Mireah does well.. something to him. When he asks for help, she gets up and assists him with getting his shirt off as Sam douses him with water. Seeing the tattoo on his back now, she stares at it. "Triskelion?" She then looks at Muir, impressed as ever at his knowledge and waits to hear Gewyn's response.
Gewyn winces and sits, crossing his legs. His face contorts a few times, shifting through several different forms before settling on his tiefling appearance, his hair, now soaked, flops over his face. "I'm okay, I think. I wish I had a mirror," he says, pulling out his mirror. Inspecting his back as best he can with it, he starts to morph into the appearance of a slender elf. His skin changes colour, but the tattoo remains. He switches back.
"What has been done to me?" he asks. "And what is this... I feel a magic within me, but it is not the subtle weft and weave of the music I create."
Muir continues to rub his chin "This is interesting. I am unsure what it does but perhaps Spiro can tell us....I could theorize based on the idea of life death and rebirth but that won't be helpful. The magic you feel, is stronger than the weave you tap into with your music? Interesting....."
"Well at least we can always know it's him now," Sam notes. "Unless the doppelgänger knows to copy the trishkillyon..."
Muir attempts to help Sam "Tris-kel-ion"
Spyro looks worried, and flies over to perch on gewyn's shoulders once more, though this time backward so as to get a good look at Gewyn's back, "it's true, the Triskelion is the balance of life, death and rebirth, but it's much more than that. It is prophecised in Fae lore that when the time of the sisters of the seasons ends, the triskelion will bring balance in their place.
Gewyn what happened for you to be involved with death? If you are the Triskelion then... You are the signal of the end of Mireah and Shionne, the last remaining sisters... Though with Tialha and Rynwell gone, Mireah here.. I suppose their end was an inevitability."
Sam feels things have suddenly taken a turn for the solemn and serious even if he doesn't fully comprehend how or why. So he shuts up and allows things to play out without his blundering...
Elthana tries to take in all this new information. Her head is starting to ache from the elven wine, her issues and now whatever is going on with Gewyn. She tries to pay attention as it sounds super important. Gewyn... the balancer of life, death and rebirth? Sure glad he is on their side.
She watches her friend to see how he is taking all this information. Sure is a lot and she knows how that feels.
Vin watches as Mireah is carried away, calming a little as Gewyn claims to be mostly intact and ok. He watched his friend change shape but the symbol remain, and listens as it is named a Triskelion and it's purpose explained.
He shares a worried look with Neferox, who simply cocks her head to the side back at him, but remains interested.
"It sounds like Mireah has gifted Gewyn with power, but with a consequence. Might have been nice to mention that up front", he mumbles to no-one in particular.
"Why would Mireah do something to signal her own end? She just spoke about finding her daughters", he asks Spyro. "Could it be this was not her intention?".
"I've known Mireah for eons before she left the faewyld, she wouldn't do this intentionally, the mireah I knew wouldn't burden someone like this without their absolute and educated consent..." Spyro says to vin, a little hurt creeping into his voice at the assumption that his old master could be so ruthless.
"Perhaps she is being not aware of this, but what was he thinking with the 'gifting', what it is she has done for Gewyn?" Griff inquires through a half beakful of noodles.
"I don't know... She gifted an aspect of herself, of her power, that could be any number of things, she said Gewyn could 'handle' it, but like, is that because of the blood relation??" The small faerie dragon questions in return.
Elthana walks over next to Vin and regards the small faerie dragon, "She wouldn't, would she? Well, I don't know about you, but I didn't hear his absolute an educated consent. It appeared to me that Gewyn didn't have a clue as to what was happening. What she was 'gifting' to him. Is it a good thing? Or did she just straddle our friend with something he truly doesn't want?"
She regards Gewyn with concern, unsure of what all this means.
"Always get the voodoo done before they start drinking, that's what I say!" Sam says in a probably misguided attempt to lighten the mood. "Drunken magics always lead to trouble... Drinking should be left to the hale and hearty type, we know how to keep our wits about us, eh?" Sam smiles and looks around, expecting joviality and perhaps others joining into the banter. Not getting the results he was looking for he pulls a Homer and backs up into the bushes...
Gewyn stands up, looking grave (No pun intended). He looks over to where Mireah is being carried off, and then back at the others. He says quietly to Spyro, "I made a deal. Received a boon. I have some small dominion over the domains of death and remembrance. I... I'm sorry, I need some time to think."
He walks off a little ways, and then holds out his arm in an invitation for Spyro to come with him. He sits down a little distance away and starts quietly playing his pipes. Then he stops, hunches over, and buries his head in his arms, chest heaving silently.