Karna Throne Room

"Well, if you have a several thousand-pound sword laying around id take that too, but were not done, I think. There's still what you'd ask of me, I'm not sure how much of my story will make sense to you but you're welcome too it." I rummage around in my belt pouch finding my flask i pop the stopper and take a long pull, and exhale a small puff of flame, i refit the cork and slide it a crossed the table to the commander. "Try that on for size, not as fancy as this wine but it gets the job done."

Karn Throneroom
The Commander
"I do have a rather large sword in the treasury. It's not something I'm willing to part with." Commander takes a moment to regard the flask. They shake their head in politely in decline. "As for what I need to know..." The Commander seems to trail off in thought.

There is a distant boom. Then another and another. Siege engines at war with the city defenses.

"Starting with the most pressing. Who and how many others are in your travel party? What are their powers? What weapons do they wield?" The Commander seems well collected but urgent. "How have they allied The Father's Hands to their side? How have they turned or captured my Lords to their cause? Why have they supported a dissident uprising?"

The Commanders hand is clenched to a fist. Though it cannot be seen on their face, their body language is tense. Stressed even. Their attention turns to Nevermore and Nel. "And why do you have two hands and corpse that wont stop singing?!"

Valkyrie Throneworld
Kara's blood goes cold. A moment from her childhood cuts through her mind.

"Fate. That's what does you in." The Old crone with milky white eyes fingers twisted like old battered branches. "A wretch you were born. A wretch will you live. And a wretch you will die. I've never seen a more cursed destiny. No matter how you struggle. In the end Fate will be the death of you."

She thought she could escape the crone's vision. When she went to help The Father send the entire worlds Pantheons screaming into the abyss she thought that it meant her destiny would go with it. Now with Ghaul here in her sanctuary she sees that none of it mattered. The betrayals, the lies, the lives she could have had, all of it sacrificed only to end up right where she had so desperately fought to avoid.

She raises her hand and focuses the entirety of her power on it. Pushing past her limits, the wish within her soul enkindles and roars to life gently enwreathing her in softly flickering black flames. Mjolnir blinks out of existence. With her other hand she raises her spear. The many heads converge into one and twist to form a drill like blade. At the same time her arm melds into the haft of spear which rotates with increasing velocity. Faster and faster in mere fractions of a moment.

Kara uses her power to cut away the parts of herself unnecessary for an attack that is made to kill her enemy. Her fear, her anger, her pride and shame and everything she carried with her until now. Until all that remains is a defiant Rejection of Fate.

She unleashes her attack with a direct path straight to Ghaul. A challenge and statement all at once.

Oasis Hidden Gate
The tree lets out a soft sigh.
"The Will that is Galen is no more. The Lich has destroyed It and the Vessel It inhabited. I am what remains. The Spirit of the Oasis." The tree says.

"So you can help us?" Raydel speaks up.

"I have no means by which to aid you. Neither do I have the means to halt or even impede The Lich." The tree stops to creak and groan as it shifts. "There is a system in place by which Galen ensured that no other beings would be able to seize my authority for themselves. Only a Vessel may access my authority."

"So we just need to make a new vessel." Raydel states attempting to work to a solution.

"Were it so easy. Furthermore, only Galen may inhabit a Vessel." The tree muses for a moment. "There were plans to allow others, namely Lexianna, Azriel, and Cael, to access the Authority in the event of dire emergency. But He never got around to establishing it."