[X]Talk with Autochhton about how you are going to keep Malfeas from killing you all before going to Cecelyne.
[X]Ponder how exactly one would shove a Neverborn into the Mouth of Oblivion.
KILLING THE NEVERBORN(for real): Extended Roll
Shoving them Into the Mouth of Oblivion: 200 Cumulative Successes. Difficulty 2(enthusiastic help of Autochthon).
Other Methods: 200 Cumulative Successes. Difficulty 7.
You took aside the Great Maker and Ruvelia and went into one of the Manse's private rooms. Once there, you leveled your best disapproving glare at the primordial and made your displeasure known.
"Never do that again."
Autochthon stares at you with facet eyes.
"Do what?"
"Taunt the Neverborn. Especially when my friend's six year old mortal daughter is in the blast radius."
To your credit, the Great Maker does not protest. Instead, his eyes rotate and he nods. You clear your throat, feeling the headache coming on. "Related, if we're going to go to Malfeas, we need to figure out how to keep Malfeas from killing us all."
"Yes," Autochthon says, turning from you to Ruvelia, "Both of us will serve as complications."
"It would be easier if this were my universe. Tiferet is power without will and would not react strongly to Ligier's presence." Ruvelia gives you a beatific smile. "You would be welcome all the same, though."
You nod, feeling some tension releasing. "We need to figure out what Malfeas would do if he realizes Autochthon is in the Demon City."
"Oh I already know. I've been there."
You turn back to the brass giant. "What?"
"Shortly after the end of the War and before my Exodus," Autochthon says with a half-interested wave, "I traversed the Endless Desert in an encounter suit and set foot in the Demon City. What I noticed first was that none of my kin came to engage me or taunt me or attack me."
You nod. "So...no Yozi came near?"
"Indeed. In fact, I only saw the retreating form of the Silent Wind."
You blink. "You saw Adorjan. Running away?"
"Yes. I believe even in her mindless state she understood what was coming. That was also when I felt the Green Sun's flame."
That's...excessive. "Ligier fired on you."
"Technically it was Malfeas firing Ligier at me. And not directly at me. It was at the layer my encounter suit was on. This served two purposes- to cleanse the area of any sickness I may have carried on me, and to soften the brass so that there was less resistance when he subsequently collapsed the layers on top of me."
You blink. Then again. You are silent for long moments. You know that 'collapsing layers,' as in layers of brass multiple times the size of Creation, are the leading cause of death in Malfeas. But to think that Malfeas would intentionally do so just to kill Autochthon wait he said layers.
"How many layers?"
"I vacated the encounter suit the moment it was destroyed but I understand it reached one hundred and thirteen before Isiodoros managed to physically stop it and Hegra managed to sufficiently drug him."
Ruvelia nods. "Sounds legitimate," she says, hands on her hips.
"I was in no danger. I would never go into Malfeas in my humanform Jouten. In fact, I can't remember where it is. Most likely I left it in the Sword of Creation but no matter."
You raise a hand. "That being said? How do we keep Malfeas from killing us all?"
Autochthon and Ruvelia exchange a glance. Autochthon turns back to you. "I can think of two ideas. Malfeas sees in two ways, primarily. Through his humanform jouten, the Brass Dancer, through the Green Sun. As long as he does not see me through either of those, we would be safe."
You nod. "Okay."
"To that extent, I would shift myself into an elsewhere pocket tied to an artifact I would give to you. I would spend most of the time in Elsewhere as a result, but at the same time it would ensure safety. Assuming that there are no complications."
You purse your lips. That's sensible. "And the other idea?"
Autochthon taps his fingers together. Oh boy.
"Malfeas represents a wealth of resources and materials which are amazingly beneficial to any craftsman. Not just demons and chalcanth and azoth, but also things like quills from the Boar or scales from the Dragon or rains from Hegra and all that."
He glances at Ruvelia. She nods.
"As it is, if I am to end my self-imposed exile from existence, I will need to gain access to these materials once more. As things currently stand between myself and Malfeas, there must be a catharsis between us."
You nod. "Catharsis," you repeat.
"Catharsis."
"Which is?"
"Engaging Malfeas via my World Jouten. As it is in Elsewhere, it can emerge anywhere. I would have it emerge above the Demon City, challenge Malfeas, and there would be catharsis no matter who the victor is."
You state at Autochthon. You reach up, work your pinky in your ear, and check for ear wax. None. You rub the bridge of your nose. Stare at the Primordial.
"You want to fight Malfeas."
"Yes."
"You want to fight Malfeas."
"Yes."
"You want to fight Malfeas."
Autochthon nods. "Why did you ask that three ti-"
"Because I want a different answer!"
Blue flame spreads out. You feel your blood pressure lowering. Your chakras aligning. "This has precedent," Ruvelia says, "Part of the reason Malfeas is so enraged is that he was not dethroned by those he views as equal subjects. It was humiliating."
"And should I be beaten and bend my knee to Malfeas and acknowledge him as king..." Autochthon waggles a hand. "On the other hand, if I best him in combat..."
"He's the most powerful Primordial."
"Theion was. Malfeas was the most lessened of the Yozi." Autochthon and Ruvelia nod.
"And there is precedent," Ruvelia adds, "It is how Theion became king. He challenged Mardukth and won. And so was always King."
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