Ever so belated, here's the ending for the Hero of the Mountain arc

[thequestgiver]

As the Heroes of Schwanheim rushed at the Hero of the Mountain, the time around them shattered, the Hero of the Mountain's time magic clashing against the magic of the grey stones the Heroes all had been given so that instead of being flung off into the farthest reaches of time, they and a part of the Hero of the Mountain were splintered off like the spokes in a wheel.

In each spoke, a battle raged, the hourglass that seemed to hold the source of the Hero's power shattered and the demon inside the sands released, the hero herself slain by either the demon she had wielded the power of, or by the Heroes. The demon itself, thinking that it would be stronger once free of its prison found itself instead weakened, and as the Heroes unknowingly worked in concert, the deadly blows landed all at the same time, destroying the demon and undoing the shattering of time so that all the Heroes once again stood together, as if they had never been parted.

As the sands of the shattered hourglass blew away in the wind, so too did the effects of the warping of time fade way. The King returned as if he had never left, the clock in the town began to run with it's old reliability and signboard in town returned to its former inane glory, its caretaker resuming his job with no word to where he had been.

And yet, all was not as it had once been. In that spot where the battle raged, there is a strange point of magic. A warping of space that seems to pulse. It is only visible to those who hold magic deep within them, or those who have been touched by it and those who's magic can see into the future may find themselves drawn to it and their arts touched by its strange power.


[[OoC: If there's anything else left from that plot that needs to be addressed, please let me know! Again, sorry for my fail with this for so long and thanks for being patient with me!]]

RD14; Morning

[shadow_sage]

Miss Rushman, if you've a few minutes, I would like to meet this evening. At the Inn, perhaps, if you've no better ideas.

[She doesn't know that Natasha Romanov went home, nor does she even know her real name.]

Shin. If you feel up for it, I thought perhaps we might speak of arrivals in the next few days. I have a few questions. Of course. I might also have a few on dreams.

[She frowns, looking around for a moment.]

Has anyone traveled to the coast? I've heard about a Port City, but there doesn't seem a lot of information available. A surprise, I'm sure. Does anyone know anything about it? Trade, piracy, fishing, anything at all?

[Her focus drifts back to the orb.]

I'll be working the grounds of the Mansion again to today, I think, if anyone is looking for me, but I'll have my orb. Of course.

RD14: Morning

[fairweather]

[A red-haired woman in her early twenties can be seen in the orb. She sits straight-backed and looks quite dignified as she smiles. In the background, one of the very fine rooms of the castle can be seen. When she talks, her voice is very cultured and the refined English accent of an upper-class Londoner.]

Tell me, loves, where can I find a dressmaker? I want something with a little more style and I’m afraid the hideous rags provided simply won’t do. These frills and extra fluff in the skirt, no, no, I want a dressmaker with a sense of style and elegance.

[She sighs. Concerned about her situation? Oh, sure, it's mildly distressing opening a book and waking up in a different dimension, but you learn to roll with the punches.]

And if you do not know where I can find a decent dressmaker, any information about this world will do. Do keep it fun, that dreadful old man was such a bore, droning on about saving the world and defeating thorns. Do I look like a gardener? No, of course not. I don't suppose I can find a decent spa around here, hm? Even natural hot springs will do.

Sophronia, if you're out there, I'm staying at the castle.