>>6068602You’re not sure what really transpires in the wake of your decision to demand that reality bend to your desire to leave. It’s all a haze, but you do know that it wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling. You remember a few people yelling, the feeling of warm blood, the disappointment/adoration/respect of others, and a boisterous laugh. Then you remember the glass shattering and feeling once again returning to your body. The feeling of fire and stench of soot but not to the degree that it’s unbearable like you’re burning alive. Then you open your eyes.
The manor stands in front of you, a few feet away actually and Marie is next to you giving an odd look, “Are you alright Lor-Lauren?”
You blink, then blink again, “Uuuuh- Y-yeah I’m fine! Figured out how the wards are placed too.”
“That’s good, right? Are we going to go break them?”
“No, there’s too many, hidden all over the place. We’d probably die before we find them all.”
“Then what are we going to do?”
You look up in the sky and see the sun nearing midday, time has been spent but have you truly learned anything? Goddess, you need to catch a break, but where? The only conspirator you have access to is rather lacking in intelligence and the arsonists are dead or gone. In fact, how did the conspiracy recruit them? The corpses appeared to be peasants, were they bought out like Tamlin? Brainwashed? Or is it ideological, of which you have no idea what ideology it could be behind. As far as you know the peasants are more or less happy with your father's rule. Lindan’s been stable with no major wars other than the levies sent to the Demon Wastes, but all Kingdoms must donate a portion of their military as per the Church’s Treaty of Lastfall. So what is it that a conspiracy could promise them?
You do take a moment to let the guard know of your discovery. Was that entire thing a vision or did you travel back in time? A preposterous notion if the world still made sense to you, time-travel magic isn’t real, but It certainly felt real. Then there’s the fact you know a Stranger that can indeed travel through time. Why did it have to be you of all people that Lyndale decided to make a cuckold? If she chose anyone else, annulled any other marriage, this insanity would sure not be happening, right? A month ago all you had to worry about was practicing your skills for the next semester’s Mageknight tournament and enjoying your summer, now you’re being burnt alive trying to unravel an otherworldly scheme.
