Of Worms and Monkeys
Elsewhere, Elsewhen.
Days, years, centuries, time seems meanigless in this place, for countless
eons you have struggled to reach your gods, only to be dragged to the Cage again and again, fought the horrors that lurk this place, only to be made a plaything until they grew bored of you.
Nothing ever changes, new essarians arrive on their own pilgrimage, Young Warriors as you once were, old shamans, the crazy and the Brave, none last long, only your own struggle carries own through the twisted tides of time.
Then, a new arrival, a Young boy, his face so alike and yet so different from your sleeping gods on their crystal coffins. He is something new, a herald of their people? But like so many before, he is caught.
You watch him for a time, maybe securing his release will point you in the right direction, give you a flash of inspiration, anything that gets you closer to what you need to do!
And then, everything changes, new arrivals, you watch them too, but then they do... Something, the ground ripples and changes, and storm clouds gather in the fake sky...
"I don't know if we have time to fight this thing before we have whatever coming for us arrives."
The little one says, and then they leave.
Everything goes to hell quickly from there, the few constants of this place torn asunder as whatever is coming makes its entrance.
The place transforms around you, nothing you havent seen before, but this time It seems more real, like almost the now dreamlike memories of reality, yet somehow beyond that. A forest of crystal and Blood and ripples, of shattering mountains and moving continents, not a forest, a god.
And in an instant, It all impossibly centers on you.
You half see half remember seeing for the first time, a massive being swimming through the ether, a thousand thousands shards of a god dancing and colliding and collapsing, you see the world, the worlds as they move towards you, but something i wrong, the pieces are not falling as they should, the space between spaces is shattered and rend, and an abyssmal feeling of loss overwhelms you as your point of view is torn from the collective and you being to fall.
[EXPERIMENT]
[SURVIVAL]
Simple orders, to find yourself in time.
Second Day of the Seventh Month 292 AC
You wake up in a clearing, Yeg of Essaria, you remember seeing something, but as you try to grasp It, It is lost.
Instead, a multitude of thoughts replace It, ideas half formed, Understanding of things that should be Lost, of great machines and simple tools leading to more complex ones, but mostly, you know of Magic.
You look at your hands, then pick up a rock and begin to work.
OOC: With all these crossover omakes i felt like writing a crossover on the other direction, meet Yeg, the Little Valyrian Magitek Tinker.
This might go nowhere, but It was fun to write.