The Mage Lords knew what to do when they casted the Gods away. They didn't simply lock them in some plain jail, oh no, they did much worse than that. They made it their mission to not only rid their foul world of the Gods but to torture them in their captivity. They made the very concept that Mysli existed off of- memories, thoughts and reflections - and turned it into something evil. Wherever they casted the goddess off to, they had chained her to a wall and made her live and watch every painful memory a human ever stored. Killings. Fires. Rape. Trickery. Drunkenness. Deception. She experienced every puny thought.

Mysli considered herself a fair goddess. She watched over her followers with a kind heart. She answered the prayers she received, rewarded those who offered sacrifices. She knew she didn't have the biggest following, being a goddess of [i]memories[/i] and all, but the fact that half of her loyal group turned against her... For what? Empty promises of immortality? Endless wealth? She had tried to not pick a side in the great war. She couldn't deceive her followers, her people, but she also couldn't turn a back to her family. She had too many stored memories with them. As peaceful as she tried to be, she was still tossed aside like rotten meat. Humans linked so much of their existence to material possessions that it made her sick. She almost didn't want to be back in Voswurn.

The descent from her jail was like a breath of fresh life was breathed into her. She was free from the torture she had been living in. She had control, once more, when she looked into someone's mind and possibly have her old powers back. Yet, as she struggled to pull herself into a sitting position, she could feel how weak she was. Her head throbbed and the land seemed to be swaying. Seeing a sign just a few feet from where she was sitting, she squinted in order to read it. [i]The Great City of Lloesy.[/i] This "great city" would be a perfect spot to start off, then. Gain her strength back, see if she had followers anymore and wreck havoc against those damned Mage Lords.

She wouldn't be so nice this time.

As the goddess tried to stand on weary feet, a thunderstorm seemed to erupt in her mind. All those memories she had been forced to watch were rotting her mind. A shaky breath left her lips as she picked up the little orb that hung on a golden chain around her neck. The winds inside the little purple orb were spinning too fast already but Mysli needed to rid her mind of these memories. Transferring them to a human would be too deadly. Their brain would deteriorate until their body, too, would deteriorate. Closing her hands around the orb, the goddess closed her eyes and murmured an ancient chant. As she did this, a weight felt like it was being lifted off of her shoulders as light mist flowed out of her temples and between her fingers to get to the orb. After a minute or so she opened her eyes and smiled, feeling much better. The winds inside the orb were whipping around, meaning that some complication was happening with a memory. A memory she had stored in there, something she wanted to forget but not lose, was fighting to be released. [i]Not today.[/i] The goddess thought, tucking the necklace under her bodice.

Mysli opened one of her hands and made a navy blue hooded cloak appear. She still had some of her godly powers. She wanted to look around and see what the state of the city was before she started recruiting new followers and planning her revenge. Plus, she needed to restore her strength. After slipping the cloak around her shoulders and pulling the hood over her head, she started making her way to the city.