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Gyrfalcon sat at a table near the back of a Tavern. Unlike most Taverns, this one was bright, with a high ceiling and many torchs. Shadows were kept to a minimum, much to the unhappiness of the various undead patrons. But it was to be expected, for this was a Tavern controlled and owned by the Legion of the White Rose.
Nearby, the planeswalker Z|Dead, sat and seemed to be muttering to himself. " .. the blue of between .."
Standing nearby and chatting with a fellow patron was a Swordmage, a Legionaire. Most of the other patrons were engrossed in the bard's song or their ale, and said naught.
Gyrfalcon himself was working with a small artifact he had picked up recently, and was cleaning and inspecting it to see what it was meant to do.
Finally, he had the inscription on the side cleaned enough to read.
"I am what can be... what will be, that will come. I am the past, the present, the future. I am everything, and nothing. I was here before the multiverse was spun out, and I shall exist until the end of time..."
Gyrfalcon felt a chill go through him for some nameless reason. Off to the side, the Planeswalker continued to mutter. ".. can do it without stumbling .."
Off to the side, Swordmage looked up. Those words.... so familiar... somewhere, he had heard it...
Gyrfalcon brushed at the final word on the artifact, but after cleaning off the dirt found the word bent, buckled, distorted. Three of the letters could be made out, however. "Ch..s"
Z|dead continued to mutter ".. the impossible way .."
Gyrfalcon returned to his inspection of the artifact... it seemed to be one of many... He looked closer, and found that it was built to link to other artifacts, to form something larger, stronger... though what, Gyrfalcon did not know.
" .. the deeper pits .." drifted Z|dead's voice...
Gyrfalcon began to feel light headed as he continued to manipulate the artifact, now looking to see if there were any hidden triggers. Yet it was so chaotic!
Chaotic... Chaos...
Gyrfalcon considered the three letters... Ch..s .... Chaos...
Gyrfalcon's mind whirled into the past, to the final battles in which five of the most powerful archmages of Terra, one of each color, including Gyrfalcon for the Phantasam, had restored Terra with an Ultimate Serenity... even as Chaos, a creature of increadible power, was banished from Terra and sealed away by the Serenity.
Could this artifact be one of many, to help summon that fell being back to Terra?
Off to the side, Swordmage considered the artifact held in Gyrfalcon's hand and wondered at a blue-red sheen he thought it had... the mark of an item made of Eternium.
His hand came to his throat and clutched a pendent he wore, likewise made of that rare material.
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