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It was hard to know where to look first, and that was not even counting the distraction of everyone’s ears popping as they abruptly moved from the Golden Sea to the cooler, thinner air of the mountains. The plateau itself, an ancient plaza surrounded by stone buildings, might have been any moderately well-preserved patch of ruins anywhere, but beyond it was the stark grandeur of the Wyrnrange stretching in all directions, and the incredible shape of the Great Tree commanding the whole horizon to the north.
More immediately present, though, were the people.
The class of 1182 themselves were clustered together in a tight arc facing the teleport’s arrival point, while off to the other side stood a Silver Legionnaire with a corporal’s insignia next to a human woman and a dwarf man in sensible traveling attire. Both groups were easy to overlook, however, in the presence of Principia Locke.
Her black hair was tied back in a sleek tail not wholly unlike a Legion regulation braid, and further constrained by a silvery apparatus resembling a crown fitted most of the way around her skull, its front apertures bristling with tiny translucent panels attached to spidery silver arms, positioned where she could see them peripherally without blocking her forward vision. Patterns of light flickered across the metal band of the crown, and on the metallic trim of her glossy white robes. Whatever material they were made of did not look like fabric, though it moved easily enough; it gleamed as if it were metallic itself, and was further augmented by structural traceries of what might have been steel or possibly mithril, these further augmented in places by tiny lights of various colors. Huge, heavy-looking bracers covered her forearms, also bedecked with lights and set along their backs with long display panels, and her waist was encircled by a thick silvery belt, at the front of which glowed a circular display which cycled rapidly through different colors and inscrutable symbols.
She stood surrounded by a ring of hovering shapes, mostly rectangles with rounded corners, made entirely of pale light and displaying columns of text, symbols, complex diagrams and patterns that looked like maps. Principia kept her eyes on these, deftly manipulating them with tiny movements of her fingers, causing the displays to move about and change content in some pattern comprehensible only to herself.
“What the fuck,” Ruda demanded, summing up what everyone was thinking before getting down to specifics. “Who the fuck are all these yahoos and why are they here? Hi, Joe.”
“Hey, everybody,” Joe said with a wary smile. “Good to see y’all again.”
“Excuse me, but is that a valkyrie?” Fross chimed. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen Juniper frightened before.”
“I’m fine,” Juniper said flatly, though she was as rigid as a tree trunk and staring at Yngrid through eyes widened with panic. Sniff, picking up her mood, placed himself in front of his mistress and hissed aggressively at the new arrivals, fanning his wings and head crest.
“Also, why’d you bring the cranky bullying librarian?” Teal added. “I was quite happy pretending he’d vanished off the face of the earth.”
“Me, too,” Weaver said frankly.
“Peace.” Mary stepped forward from the group which had just ‘ported in, projecting her voice in a manner that was both serenely calm and commanded obedience. “Clearly, there is already a tangled web of introductions and explanations that need be made here. I advise approaching this with all due care and precision, one step at a time. And it seems to me the first step should be obvious to us all. Principia, you feckless child, what have you done to yourself?”
“Shut up, Kuriwa, nobody likes you. Gabriel Arquin.” Principia’s delivery was clipped and flat, quite unlike her usual cadence. “Your recklessness staggers the imagination. What could you possibly have been thinking, shunting yourself off to a remote nexus of unfathomable power amid a gaggle of dangerous reprobates in the middle of the events that have been transpiring here?”
“I’d take offense, but damn if she didn’t nail us,” Billie commented.
“Okay, you know what, Locke?” Gabriel snapped. “I’m not one to lecture people as a rule, but I’ve been getting in some good practice recently and I’m in no mood to take this from you of all people. As I suspect Trissiny told you because she got all the common sense in your entire bloodline, I was sent on a mission directly by Vidius. So not only do I not really have the option of turning that down, but it’s not as if I was wandering around in the weeds unattended. Anybody should be able to infer from context that I was fine. And your reaction to this was to go and put that goddamn thing on your face after all the moaning you gave us about what a terrible idea it was? You’re officially the last person allowed—”
“Vidius is going to kill you.”
The simple, stark statement cut through his tirade and brought him up short, mouth slightly open. The entire time, Principia’s eyes had been darting from one point to another on the various floating displays orbiting her; she still did not look directly at him, but as she spoke one of the rectangular light screens shifted to a vertical orientation near her eyeline and displayed what looked like a human silhouette with scrolling notations in a language none of them could read.
“How many paladins have you known, Arquin?” she asked before the tension could mount too much further.
He narrowed his eyes. “Well…just the two. Three, I guess, if I get to count myself.”
“I’ll grant you three, because I’ve still known a number which dwarfs that utterly and every single one of them died for the same reason: being a paladin. Going on missions for Vidius is the thing that will kill you. The very idea that you are safe because you’re on assignment from him will do it faster unless you purge that completely backwards thought from your brain right now and redouble your situational awareness while on the clock. More immediately, the lot of us are standing at the center of a web of connection and prophecy stretching through the very nature of magic itself and eclipsing the scope of the world. You don’t grasp a fraction of the extent, but you should have been adequately warned by the fact that Vesk was involved. You, who have spent more time than most of us recently dancing on his strings. I know you’ve read enough stories to have spotted some of the things it was likely to mean when you left the group on your own in the middle of all this. In the best case scenario, the rest of us would have been forced to ride to your rescue amidst who knows what carnage. At worst, it was a death sentence. To a thing like Vesk, the death of a hero is nothing but proper motivation for whoever’s left.”
“And yet I note that none of that happened,” Gabriel said, now frowning at her warily.
“It did not happen because I broke every rule of principle and basic sense to prevent it,” Principia said tonelessly. “I was right when I warned you not to use this mask, and I was right to make that sacrifice. It takes nothing less than changing all the rules of reality to cheat a god. Especially that one.”
“Mask?” Mary demanded. “What have you done?”
“It’s a long story, Kuriwa,” Trissiny murmured, edging over toward her. “I’ll bring you up to speed—”
“You will not,” Principia ordered. “You know very well that she of all people does not need to get her claws on it.”
“Locke,” Trissiny said, turning directly to her, “I think it’s time you took that thing off. You’ve accomplished what you set out to, and you are starting to sound alarmingly unlike yourself.”
“I should think you would welcome that development,” Principia replied. As she spoke, the ring of hovering screens around her doubled, forming two bands as if flanking the equator of a sphere, rotating slowly in opposite directions. The crown on her head sprouted more tiny sets of arms, projecting a new set of smaller panels around the edges of her eyes. “You have always been correctly skeptical of…myself.”
“I will remind you, Lieutenant,” Shaeine said evenly, “that you specifically asked us to end you if it became apparent that you had lost yourself to the artifact. That conclusion is growing perilously close.”
“Yes, that does sound like something I would say, does it not?” Principia mused, her eyes darting rapidly between screens, fingers flicking them this way and that faster than ever. “Completely sincere, and yet deliberately manipulating your emotions. With no malice, simply a lack of understanding any other way to relate to people. It’s pathetic, if you think about it. In any case, you should disregard that instruction. At the time I did not know the merest fraction of the things I know now. I have much better ideas.”
“That is enough,” Mary stated, beginning to weave her arms about in a dance-like series of movements that caused a gentle breeze to begin playing across the plateau, smelling of moss and wildflowers. “When you are neck-deep in the consequences of your actions, girl, recall that you were warned.”
“Oh, I think not,” Principia said evenly, extending her arms out to the sides to touch her fingertips to screens at opposite points flanking her.
The air pressure abruptly plummeted further, causing everyone’s ears to pop again, and currents of air coalesced around Mary into visible streams of compressed gas. The elf emitted a single, hoarse squawk, and then the entire net of air tightened onto her like a clenching fist and she shrank down to the form of a crow.
Before the bird could take flight, a sphere of light flashed into place around her. This instantly imploded, collapsing just like the streamers of her own hijacked spell of a moment before, but instead of crushing her, it formed a shape. Specifically, a golden birdcage.
All of this coalesced into being at about chest height. Then the cage plummeted to the ground, where it bounced twice and rolled over onto its side, Mary furiously cawing and flapping about inside it.
“I’ve no doubt you will weasel out of that sooner than later, Kuriwa,” Principia announced, “and then surely enact some horrible revenge on me, predictable creature that you are. It will all be more than worth it for the sheer satisfaction of knowing that for one sweet, blissful moment in history, nobody had to put up with any of your bullshit.”
Trissiny darted over to pick up the cage, carefully holding it upright to peer between the bars. This gentler treatment did nothing to lessen the crow’s outraged noise.
A single wedge of silver light flashed into being and stabbed directly at Principia’s face. It dissipated upon crossing the boundary of the screens surrounding her.
“Please do not strain against my defenses, Shaeine,” Principia requested calmly without even glancing at the drow. “I will not harm you, but you risk burnout or mana fatigue by pushing your magic against a superior force.”
McGraw coughed discreetly, stepping forward. “If you don’t mind my askin’, Prin, what kinda superior force are we talkin’ about, here? Not to gloss over the fact that this is a darn sight different from your general bearing the last time we met, but I confess an old professional’s interest in any interesting new form o’ magic.”
“Disingenuousness does not suit you, Elias,” she said tonelessly.
“In point of fact, I’ve found it a more versatile tool than anything in my spellbooks,” he said wryly, “but I won’t begrudge your opinion.”
“She is not using any specific school of magic, but all four and multiple shadow schools in equal measure, performing constant microcalculations to effect physical subjectivity rather than relying on the inherent compensatory attributes of any one magical form,” said Ariel.
“Can ye dumb that down fer those of us who don’t go to Crazy Magic College?” Billie asked.
“In essence,” Principia herself explained, “the unique attributes of each of the four fields of magic on the Circle of Interaction manifest themselves in the characteristic style of magic for which each is known, because magic is a way of bridging the gap between an idea in a sapient mind, and the innumerable calculations and exertions of infinitesimal amounts of basic universal forces on the subatomic level to express that idea in physical reality. Because a biological sapience can neither exert those forces unassisted nor perform the necessary math, each of the four schools expresses spells according to its particular idiom. To bypass these innate restrictions and tendencies and express subjective physics without artificial limitation, one must simply do all the calculations oneself without relying upon the calculator function of the magic fields. That capacity appears to be a function of the persona I am borrowing.”
Mary squawked and rattled her cage so hard Trissiny had to tighten her grip on it.
“She is describing the theoretical ultimate expression of magical practice,” said Ariel. “To my knowledge, this was only theoretical. I have never seen nor credibly heard of any practitioner capable of doing this.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Ruda said quietly. “I just realized what was nagging at me about this. She’s talking just like Ariel. You guys hear it too, right? That inflectionless delivery, the run-on sentences…”
“LT, you’re scaring the hell out of me,” Merry said frankly. “Mission’s over. Please take that thing off.”
“A thought occurs,” said Principia. The rings of screens multiplied again; now there were three, apparently conveying even more information to her. Her feet lifted bodily off the ground and she gradually floated upward to levitate about a yard up in the air. “If the Mask is permanently attached to someone, it is by definition out of play. Since absolute security is obviously impossible, this may be the only way to nullify the inherent danger posed by existence.”
“No, Locke, that turns it into a different kind of danger!” Trissiny exclaimed.
“Excuse me, but would I be right in guessing that this borrowed persona works mainly by feeding you information?” Toby asked, stepping up to within a few feet of the barrier of Principia’s light screens.
“Essentially,” she said in a disinterested tone, fixing her attention for a moment on a panel showing what looked like a complex spell diagram. “Not only acquiring data through means beyond mortal senses but processing it at a capacity that would be otherwise impossible.”
“I see,” he replied, frowning. “Prin, I think you should be mindful of what a sudden switch of perspective like that can do to a person. You’re an Eserite, you understand better than anyone how power affects people’s heads. Right now, it looks a lot like you’re turning into exactly the kind of thing you’ve spent your life fighting against, and I really can’t think that’s what you intended.”
“A switch of perspective is a good way to put it,” she said, rising higher into the air. “Suddenly having a bird’s-eye view of my own consciousness is, in a word, humiliating. Princpia Locke is a broken, sideways-thinking creature developing a real conscience disgracefully late in life and even so expressing it through the lens of self-indulgent, self-centered slyness. An arrested adolescent smugly mistaking her own failure to function in a socially normal manner for mental and moral superiority. If she’s not going to have an emotionally healthy connection to anyone, it seems to me logical, not to mention appropriate, to become an entity which does not require them. Clearly no one will miss her.”
Mary’s renewed harsh cawing sounded eerily like agreement.
“I don’t get how you can apparently know everything and not know how wrong that is, Locke,” Merry said, her tone openly hurt. “The people who need you most are fully aware what a piece of work you are. We like you anyway, dumbass. That’s exactly what having a connection to other people means.”
“Locke, if you don’t take that thing off voluntarily, we’ll have no choice but to take it from you,” Trissiny warned.
“None of you have that capacity,” Principia observed. “The chances if all of you act in perfect unison are very small. I calculate this group is not able to coordinate with the necessary precision, anyway. Please do not risk injury by trying, Trissiny. There are significant events developing and all your strength will be urgently needed very soon. I am forming a plan.”
“If she’s able to see everything and do any kind of magic…” Teal looked around at the others, as if someone present might have answers. “How can you counter that?”
“Well, the original Archons all died,” said Gabriel, “so by definition they aren’t invincible.”
“In the old days,” Yngrid said quietly, “Archons were countered by the existence of other Archons, sworn to other gods, with contradicting agendas. They were only wiped out by direct action of the Pantheon, and that only after their patron gods were all gone.”
“You hear that, Locke?” Ruda called. “You’ve got no Elder God backing you up, and you’re this fuckin’ close to pissing off the gods that exist now. Come down from there and quit being a smug, all-knowing dong before you get your ass smote.”
“In the event of divine intervention, I expect confirmation from Avei that I am acting in accordance with her orders and established strategy.”
“What?” Trissiny exclaimed, echoed by a hoarse croak from the cage in her hands.
“Events and individuals are more connected than I ever imagined, across a scope which it would not have occurred to me to conceive of. Observe.”
Principia shifted her hands rapidly, tapping several points on various rotating screens in passing—five rings of them, now—as if she were activating runic controls.
The light on the plaza grew paler, and suddenly there were thick, tangled steamers of cobwebs binding each of them to one another, and extending off from the mountaintop in all directions. Several of them shouted in alarm and tried to pull away, causing the whole web to shift with them. The effect was purely visible; their movements were not restrained, nor could they physically feel the spider silk.
“Don’t be alarmed,” Principia instructed, tapping screens again. The light returned to normal and the webs faded from view. “I was initially concerned myself, but after a careful analysis I have determined that this effect is not harmful. On the contrary, its purpose appears to be preservation. Though I am unable to determine the origin point of this binding effect as it is temporally out of sync and my own ability to gather information thus is blocked by Vemnesthis’s activities, I calculate that each of us has been saved several times in the last three years from catastrophic and possibly lethal harm by these protections, through means which at the time would have appeared to be coincidence. The existence of time travel as a factor confirms the influence of a god, most likely operating from the future. No one else could circumvent Vemnesthis.”
“You think Avei did this?” Trissiny demanded.
“Perhaps. What I know is that I, personally, have been directed toward a specific end by Avei via the orders of the High Commander, and I now see the opportunity to advance my strategy far more rapidly that I anticipated before, and avert a major crisis in the process.”
The panels had continued to expand until she was now encircled by a full globe of them, hovering well above the level of their heads and rapidly reaching out to touch points on the passing screens in some pattern that made sense only to her.
“The incipient events in N’Jendo must be stopped for obvious humanitarian reasons. The forces assembled here, once connected with those already operating in Ninkabi, should prove more than sufficient. However, I calculate that there is time to gather more, which will not only increase the prospects of success further but will represent major progress in service of Avei’s long-term goal. I believe events in N’Jendo can be safely allowed to progress for a short time further, as Arachne and others are working to stabilize one of the unfolding disasters there. We should intercept her efforts in time to assume credit and absorb Ingvar’s wolf cult, of course, but this will leave us time for a necessary detour first to Veilgrad.”
“Ingvar’s wolf cult?” Joe shouted. “Hang on, you’re gonna need to explain that one!”
“What the fuck do we need in fucking Veilgrad?” Ruda demanded.
“Yeah, we’ve kinda done Veilgrad already,” added Fross.
“Seems rude to burn it down twice,” Toby said gravely.
“I understand all of this is confusing,” Principia said in that disturbingly impassive tone. “Your own perspectives are cripplingly limited. To explain it all would simply take too long. For the time being, you will just have to trust me.”
“Here’s the thing,” Trissiny said, stepping forward with Mary’s cage still in her hands. “I do trust Principia…strange as that sounds, to me. Even acknowledging how generally shifty you are, I know what you value and what your goals are. I know Principia Locke will always try to achieve what she believes is right, and in the end, I mostly agree with the end objective even if I take issue with your means of getting there. I trust you, Locke. Not…this. This thing that mask is turning you into. All systems are corrupt, and you’re becoming the system. Please, Locke, take it off, get your head back together, and then talk to us.”
“Your frustration is natural, Trissiny, but you will have to bear it. There’s just not time for thorough explanations.”
“Then let me put it a different way,” Trissiny said grimly. “Remove that mask. That is an order, Lieutenant.”
Finally, Principia turned her head to look directly at her, staring down her nose from high above through a gap that opened up in the translucent screens orbiting her.
“I’m sorry, General, but I am unable to comply. Not this time.”
39 thoughts on “15 – 46”
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Just what I thought of!
Well, now it’s time to open the betting pool: Did Principia predict her own death before putting on the mask, something less bad than that, or something even worse than that? I need some starting bets to start building the odds on this one.
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Well I’m torn both outcomes from this could be awesome Principia has definitely way overstepped her bounds but she has provided the means to draw all these disparate pieces together plus short of Tellwyrn or a god interacting I’m not sure how they can win against this. That said with the level of multitasking it shouldn’t be hard to magically upload the relevant information to their brains given she has quite literally become the system.
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Only a god could stop her. Mary is in the same league as Arachne, and we saw what just happens. The only saving grace is that maybe Principia could spank Justinian.
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Now I am afraid. I knew intellectually that the Mask was the most powerful artifact on the planet, but now I feel it. Principia neutralized Mary the freaking Crow in less than a second, and could take the whole class and the adventurers at once. This is a headhunter-level danger, and we see that the mind of the wearer is influenced.
In my opinion, the safest thing to do is to give it to Arachne, so she could lost him in a pocket dimension.
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Headhunters are *just* mortals with mortal bodies and mortal minds who happen to be able to use all four primary schools of magic without mutual interference.
This is … this is something else. This *starts* at headhunter dangerous and then goes far, far beyond that.
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Yes, you are right. With the Mask, nothing and no one is safe. The Crow is in Arachne´s league, and she could not defend herself. You can go anywhere and kill anything, no matter how experienced or well-protected.
Shut up, Kuriwa, nobody likes you.
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I like her.
But yes, Shut up Kuriwa, there’s drama happening. 😀
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Nice thing to say to your great great…..etc grandma
Principia got conned by Vesk. Nothing was going to happen to Gabriel, she was the target all along. He probably needs a Deus ex machina to get all the players in one place and Arachne would send him packing. So he set things up to get Super Prin which is going to consolidate plot lines and get the team together for the great doom.
As a side note, Mary has relevant information but now can’t speak. Bonus drama.
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Quite. She was the danger he was setting up.
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“I’ll grant you three”
Another hint of Prin being a hand of Eserion?
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If Principia is indeed the Hand of Eserion, and paladins exist to provide an anchor for their gods’ values and personalities, I wonder if Eserion’s getting pulled off the deep end as we speak.
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Eh. That, or hit square in the eye by a factory reset that bypasses Justinian’s shenanigans.
Four new chapters in seven days, and they’ve all been fantastic. Thanks again, Mr. Webb!
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Great chapter, thank’s a lot Webb.
Interesting that the mask can impersonate the credentials of elder gods, that could be very useful potentially.
Bummer of a low Principia will get when she finally removes the mask and drops 10 000 IQ units.
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Trissiny may have a way to get the mask off of her, however. She has one more tool to P mover Principia to action. Something she has always had, but never actually really done.
“Please take the make off, mom.”
May be all that is needed, Trissiny has never actually interacted with her as daughter to mother, it’s always been more messed up than that. I think Principa wants that connection deeply, and will either do it because she is asked and aknowledged, or it will give her a moment when she realizes she is dismissing something she deeply wants as trivial, and is thus not in control of her self, which may make even super rational Archon Principia take a step back
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I was thinking the same thing as far an ‘easy’ resolution.
If it does go down that road it’d be sad for both Trissiny and Principia because neither will have truly reached the point emotionally.
I expect that scenario as one likely outcome, either now or after everyone is grouped up as some other people suggested.
I could see it, at the cost of Principia and Trissiny’s future relationship.
If an Adventure gave up on adventuring and then later in life went back and made a new name for themselves, would that count as two separate Adventurers? Cause I’m getting some solid spider themes from Archon!Prin and that points to Araneid but we’ve already seen the Mask imitate Arachne. So we need some technical clarification on that function.
Also, gotta agree with Maltheos on this one. This will totally end with some emotional family resolution vs. an actual battle; Trissiny calling her mom or something.
I’m trying to figure out if this is poor form on Vesk’s part, or just a sign of how quickly things have progressed.
Prin has been turned into a (hopefully temporary) Exposition Fairy / Deus ex Maskina. Both of which are usually considered the sign of a weak narrative. But if Vesk is desperate enough to set this all up then that great doom might just be even closer than everyone was expecting.
Also at this point it would seem silly if no one starts to put things together vis a vis Arachne and the spider webs connecting the major players. Mary was literally just told that Ariel came from the Crawl, and even with the whole caging thing she shouldn’t lose all sight of what is going on.
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Deus ex maskina sealed it
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For fuck’s sake, Locke.
…that’s it, that’s the whole chapter.
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What Principia didn’t know, but the paladins did, was that the quest they were just on was not a frivolous charade as it seemed at first but a subtle maneoveur on the part of Vesk to enable him to side with them against Justinian. So if Vesk indeed set all this up somehow it’s probably a good thing and according to plan.
However the whole idea that Vesk had anything to do with the most recent events was all pre-mask Principia’s supposition. Since she put it on she hasn’t mentioned Vesk, only Avei.
My assessment here would be she obviously knows something as Archon!Prin and they should go along with her. Take the opportunity to find out more of what is going on rather than fight it.
Oops sorry yes she did – disregard that part. I still don’t know if Archon!Prin understands Vesk’s plan and intentions though.
Did Keys just become Ariel?
Pretty sure she’s impersonating an elder god rn
The “Archon” of an Elder God. I’m guessing an Archon is like a Hand of the Emperor but even more OP.
So … anyone else think that the time-travelling magic cobwebs protecting the crew are not, in fact, from Avei but are instead from a very different time-altering spidery god intent on self-resurrection?
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Justinian show the same spider webs to some his followers and warned them that Araneid was trying to come back.
Ah, but can we believe his words?
It’s possible she even considered that prior to donning the Mask, but took the risk anyway knowing that if she did she’d potentially be sparing Gabe from actual death. It seems like the type of thing Prin would think of, given how she always seems to be ahead of the game.
Plus, I wouldn’t put it past her to intentionally step into a god’s trap just to ensure the safety of her charges.
I thought I posted this as reply but I guess not. It was in response to a comment stating she’d been tricked by Vesk into becoming the thing he wanted her to watch out for.
This is a very well known and we’ll worn plotline, so it makes little sense to me that Prin wouldn’t consider it.
Dunno if someone pointed it out but… Someone noticed the “We should intercept her efforts in time to assume credit and absorb Ingvar’s wolf cult”?!
Assuming credit and absorbing cults in name of Avei, now? The heck, Sippy.
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