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[color=silver]~~The Illuminator~~[/color][/center]
[i]Location:
Wall of Hlakth -> Cy'Lathak[/i]
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Such a pretty red color.

Lahzria's hands were steady. Far steadier than they should be.

[i]"...Draw..."[/i]

A silent whisper. A voice from somewhere commanded. Her hand burned again, but it didn't matter. She had to draw the sigils after all. Draw the seals. Open the gate. Walk the path. Bryyre didn't understand. Of course he wouldn't. They were all fools, weren't they? They always treated her like a child. Like she wasn't good at anything, but no. She understood now. She understood very well. She was the smart one. She was the talented one. [i]They[/i] were the weak minded fools who unknowingly had angered the Illuminator. They begged him for information. They had forgone their own paths of discovery and had instead fallen into a puerile notion that if they asked nicely, he would bestow it upon them. All at the cost of a life. [i]Her life.[/i]

[i]...find me...[/i]

Who was the fool here?

Dipping her fingers into the paint once more. she placed her hand upon the frozen wall, her hand sliding upon it easily, the sanguine paint sticking and freezing to it almost instantly as it was pressed into the wall. She didn't even know what she was doing, honestly. It just [i]felt[/i] right. Like she already knew what to do. Somehow the information was just there. Why was her hand burning? Urgh, didn't matter. Rub it. Make it better for a moment. Draw more. Rub it again. Repeat.

[i]...a circle there...symbol here...close...[/i]

The voice again. It sounded familiar. Like Iva, but also different. Deeper? Or perhaps lower pitched? Both? She couldn't tell. It was like trying to hear someone across a canyon. Was he directing her? But this felt different. Like it was something else. She rubbed her head, a small headache forming. Urgh, so annoying! And why was she feeling so agitated? Like if someone just looked at her funny she might just stab them. Or laugh. She couldn't decide. Maybe she'd do both. She felt like she had did that already.

[i]...hand there. Place it on the pedestal. CARVE IT. COME.[/i]

"Alright alright no need to shout!" She shouted to the air, blinking in mild surprise as the object in her hand she was using to hold the ground, clattering dully against the icy floor and sliding a few feet away. Who was she talking too? What had she been doing again? Lahzria took a quick look around the room again. Right. She was working on the portal. Bryyre certainly helped...she pulled her knife from the stone floor. Carve. She needed to carve something. Into the wall where the portal was? Seemed right, but...

"...Ah." She glanced over to Bryyre, the body of the male slumped against the pedestal. "...huh. Where'd your head go? Losing it is bad. Makes you stupid." Lahzria laughed lightly, poking the side of her own face with the stone knife. "Well, not like you need to worry about that anymore, haha!" Ah, how troublesome. His head had the last item. Swiftly turning around she began looking for it. She had just had it, right? Couldn't have gone far. "...ahaha, don't roll away from me. There you are." She found it, picking up its head and sliding back over to the pedestal and placing it on it.

Nothing happened.

"Hmm...oh right. All this useless flesh is interfering." Bringing the knife to the flesh, Lahzria began cutting. Flesh was flayed from the bone. First was the scalp. Useless bit of a human body. Hair just got in the way. Better to use it for rope or something. Next was the eyes. She had already cut off the jaw when trying to get more paint so she needn't remove that again. She tossed the useless item to the ground, starting on the next bit. "So close, free you'll be free soon. You'll understand everything soon!" She couldn't help but to laugh. Why was she laughing? She hadn't a clue but it was just funny.

"Annnd there we go." A loud crack filled the chamber as the skull was split open. Quickly Lahzria removed the brain, placing it on the pedestal and tossing the rest of the skull to the ground. "Ah...! Such a pretty thing - " But before the human could comment further on it, the entire room rumbled, icicles falling from the ceiling and crashing to the ground, but she didn't seem fazed in the slightest. The portal began to light up, the blood she had drawn with beginning to burn and vanish as a crack of light appeared in the middle, slowly, slowly expanding until it filled the entire construct.

"...aha." She began to laugh, a maddeningly jovial laugh as she was assaulted by a cold, fierce wind from Iva's realm. Without even sparing a second thought for Byrrye or her actions, the girl in bloodied furs walked through. There was another rumble and the portal closed, completely closing off the library off once more from the mortal realm. The only thing that was left behind was a corpse and a knife. 

"Ah..." Silencing her laughter, Lahzria looked out over the frigid expanse. The Library loomed over her. She couldn't find words to describe its splendor.

[i]"Cy'Lathak...welcomes you...La-Zha..."[/i]


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Niflheim
[@jetipster][@Leotamer]

The beast had, for the most part, been entirely ignoring Quill as it wasn't the black winged creatures objective. Emotionless and unfeeling as the creature was, it spared not a thought for the cold. Even so, it was a living being. It made its home in Iva's cold, empty realm, but even it had the limits of what its thick and leathery hide could do. The cold of the northern winds were beginning to become too much for it, yet it could not return without delivering its message or returning with something else, so when Sveiand made his appearance, the creature had wrapped its large wings around its body in an effort to stay warm.

Lacking any natural form to communicate with the god, the creature made a few loud clicks from somewhere, tilting its head in a studious fashion as it observed the creature in front of it for a few seconds. Silently, the Aho'Nohg reached out, a scroll in its hand and handed it to the God of Cold.

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[color=silver][i]Ah, Brother Sveiand! Svi? Andy? Ahah, yes, Andy! How are you this lovely fine crisp morning! I just made a pleasant conversation with a talking fruit by the name of Jerry. Pleasant fellow, wonderful comedian. How goes your day? Not too lonely out there I hope! Anyways, this letter is just informing you of a small little deal me and little Gammy have going on. He's making an assembly of the gods of some sort and whilst I really don't care what the rest of you do, he's doing something for me so A favor for a favor. Perhaps you'd care to join? Consider this as a one-time invitation if you'd like to stop by the library! Just a small jaunt through the forest near White Dawn. You should know where it is, haha!

PS. If you see any other of the gods, do pass along the message! Ah Little Gammy expects me to talk to everyone! Everyone! Infuriating! Maddening! I should take those legs of his and make an art piece out of them![/i][/color]
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