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Trying a similar character out again but character still a WIP to try and get him more involved.

Still here, apologies for inactivity - holiday madness.

Happy New Year everyone
@Stern Algorithm
Slide into my dms and we’ll sort something out :)
@Stern Algorithm
I’m still lurking.
I last had Svie baby recharging as Iva’s guest in the library after flash freezing the entire northern ocean so I’m open to anything story wise.
I can have him still be there or have made it back to his palace.

He got the Iva invite but not had a specific scroll or convo with Gamma.
Still here as a casual observer. Just a bit of a mind blank regarding the ice queen atm.
Sorry about the whole turning up at Iva’s doorstep then if the assembly isn’t soon. I just assumed that the messages were polite summons to safe RP time by avoiding another message having to go out with a date/time/location.

Would I be able to have Svei recharge in the library then? Cryogen himself until the assembly (dependent on Lowly’s plot moves obviously) after the dragon creation and also he can do a mental inspection and repair of the Wall.
Or he can join Hayim...
Quick post to get this tea party underway because I assume that's going to take a while to RP itself given the number of attendees.
Also added creations to Svei's CS but still need to update relationships.

Roll call for the assembly?

@Leotamer - Quill @Rune_Alchemist - Iva

Having dismounted the horse, Sveiand had led it through the Lyssian forest by foot and was nearly at the place in the wall where he knew an old entrance to the Knowledge God's realm had existed on one of his visits eons ago. He was examining the immense barrier when he heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned to see his sibling in his male humanesque visage. Before he could respond to the, as always, bizarre welcome, the follow diety had noticed his travel companion behind him, beside the horse.

A little romp?! The pale god of frost and snow gained colour in his cheeks for the second time that day. He could not help but glance at Gerald to judge his response at the comment before regaining his composure and returning to the face-less mask before him. His long memory summoned ancient emotions of when he'd thought such a thing was possible with the god of knowledge themselves. Those many days planning, designing and constructing one of the greatest realms in existence. He had grown close to the clean obsessive figure before their interests in humans had diverged. The eternal, curious guest for the 'new' twisting the mind and actions of the one he remembered treasuring wonder and awe. While his relationship with humanity became one of lust, unfulfilled love and subsequent ambivalence. In his re-awoken curiosity for the world, he wondered if a romp was still possible with the god of knowledge... but doubted the interest would be returned.

He re-focused as Iva finished speaking. “A pleasure as always you cranky librarian," he replied with a wry smile. He turned to the golden-eyed man with regret in his eyes. “Gerald, I wish you all the luck in your quest. The tribes of White Dawn are the most knowledgeable of the Northern peoples. If anyone knows anything about an artifact anywhere near the Crown it will be them." He embraced the man before turning back to the large wall before him. “Come on then you mind mage open a portal into that labyrinth of yours before the good tea is stewed and not brewed, let's leave this mortal to it..." He cast a sad smile back at... Gerald...
I've given Svei's reply so Iva can get a heads up of their approach. Feel free to time skip to have the messenger arrive whenever.

Feel free to time jump to post their arrival at the Wall and goodbye(?!?!). I mean will Iva reveal their identities? I just don't know anymore! *sticks head in snow*

@Leotamer - Quill

A gift from Ral… That was plausible. He had heard tales of the God of Treasure gifting the occasional, now legendary, relic to those mortals he favoured or wanted to meddle with. And the winter god had no trouble seeing how someone could favour the handsome figure straddling the mount behind him that he had turned to face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Gerald,” he replied to the man’s introduction. At the subsequent compliment his ivory cheeks had a hint of blush as he replied with a sparkle of a smile. “You can call me Renvo, short for Renvontulet.”

He turned back to face shore and thought about the journey ahead. If they rode across the Northern Crown they’d still face the other barrier of impassable mountains above his sister’s realm. His only option was to ride across the frozen ocean even further north to circumvent the alpine terrain. He could thicken the sea ice at merely a thought and the horse would carry them to White Dawn within the day.

A screech drew him from his thoughts and he looked upward his voice carrying to the creature despite the ferocious winds. “Tell your creator that I’ll be there by nightfall. And he better have the entrance open because I don’t want to damage his precious Wall.” He watched the creature fly off, its direct route back to Cy'Lathak ultimately faster than their circuitous route.

As the god eased the steed into a trot, he shouted back to the figure behind him. “I’m heading to White Dawn as I have a…” he hesitated, “gathering to attend nearby. You can continue your search for this mystery artefact from there.” It saddened him that he would soon have to part from his companion but he could not risk exposing a mortal to the mind testing knowledge, reality unravelling logic and knife-edged madness of Cy’Lathak. He would part ways with the golden-eyed man at the Wall of Hlakth, but leave him with an enchanted wisp to guide him through the Lyssian Forest toward the growing civilisation of the White Dawn.

He wouldn’t be able to hear a reply even if Gerald gave him one as the steed galloped across the ice at supernatural speed. It would be a couple of hours before they reached landfall but, knowing that he would soon have to say goodbye, Sveiand did not want to talk anymore to the stranger for fear of his growing interest hindering a clean, clinical farewell – the goodbye being inevitable when the magical horse finally slowed when he reached the entrance to Iva’s realm.
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