MUD IN THE MOUTH, STAGNANT BUT LOUD --
Septimus had gathered approximately enough information about Novus to discern that Tempus was the god of time. What his relic was, or what it meant that he was apparently some sort of physical, real entity that could interact with people…well, Septimus didn’t really want to think through the implications of that. What made a god a god? Would a god be a god in someone else’s lands? Certainly, by the typical standards of all-powerful beings, he’d met a few creatures that could be called gods - but, if they had to represent something, or they had to be worshipped, he’d never stumbled upon one, and he wasn’t sure that he’d want to. Did a god count if it wasn’t a universal god? Septimus was reasonably sure that he’d never seen Novus’s gods worshipped elsewhere – did they maintain their power outside of the land, or were they restricted to Novus?
Those considerations roll around in the back of his mind as he contemplates the current buzz of news among the people on the island. Did he want to search for this relic? It was certainly magical – at some point, it had belonged to a witch, but, more importantly, it was a gift from the god of time…and it presumably had time magic, one of the magicks Septimus’s mother had made him wait several hundreds of years before even attempting to experiment with. Time magic was finicky, and dangerous, and it was terribly easy – all too easy – to unintentionally change things with it. The potential for misuse…
He lingers on the beach for a while, contemplating the rolling tides. This isn’t his land, and he doesn’t need to get involved with its magic or its gods; as far as Septimus is concerned, he’s just passing through, and, much as he’s come to like a few of the people here, it isn’t really any of his business if this land’s people decide to get themselves tangled up in dangerous magicks. He could turn back, take the next boat out, leave before this ended in some sort of disaster…
However, Septimus is a researcher, so it’s his duty to research, isn’t it? And he’s never run from danger before – it’s only the lack of his own powers and immortality that is making him consider running away now, but he reckons that, if he doesn’t have the strength of character to push forward regardless, he’s never been much of a scientist in the first place. Besides. If there really is some relic of immense time magic somewhere on the island, and a god, he can’t risk missing them; researching the creature (or the creation) that had created all of this would be invaluable.
He turns his head from the sun-washed tides and leaves the comfort of the bridge behind him – and steps, as he always has, into the dark and unnerving tangle of the forest.
@ || for science?
"Speech!"
Septimus had gathered approximately enough information about Novus to discern that Tempus was the god of time. What his relic was, or what it meant that he was apparently some sort of physical, real entity that could interact with people…well, Septimus didn’t really want to think through the implications of that. What made a god a god? Would a god be a god in someone else’s lands? Certainly, by the typical standards of all-powerful beings, he’d met a few creatures that could be called gods - but, if they had to represent something, or they had to be worshipped, he’d never stumbled upon one, and he wasn’t sure that he’d want to. Did a god count if it wasn’t a universal god? Septimus was reasonably sure that he’d never seen Novus’s gods worshipped elsewhere – did they maintain their power outside of the land, or were they restricted to Novus?
Those considerations roll around in the back of his mind as he contemplates the current buzz of news among the people on the island. Did he want to search for this relic? It was certainly magical – at some point, it had belonged to a witch, but, more importantly, it was a gift from the god of time…and it presumably had time magic, one of the magicks Septimus’s mother had made him wait several hundreds of years before even attempting to experiment with. Time magic was finicky, and dangerous, and it was terribly easy – all too easy – to unintentionally change things with it. The potential for misuse…
He lingers on the beach for a while, contemplating the rolling tides. This isn’t his land, and he doesn’t need to get involved with its magic or its gods; as far as Septimus is concerned, he’s just passing through, and, much as he’s come to like a few of the people here, it isn’t really any of his business if this land’s people decide to get themselves tangled up in dangerous magicks. He could turn back, take the next boat out, leave before this ended in some sort of disaster…
However, Septimus is a researcher, so it’s his duty to research, isn’t it? And he’s never run from danger before – it’s only the lack of his own powers and immortality that is making him consider running away now, but he reckons that, if he doesn’t have the strength of character to push forward regardless, he’s never been much of a scientist in the first place. Besides. If there really is some relic of immense time magic somewhere on the island, and a god, he can’t risk missing them; researching the creature (or the creation) that had created all of this would be invaluable.
He turns his head from the sun-washed tides and leaves the comfort of the bridge behind him – and steps, as he always has, into the dark and unnerving tangle of the forest.
@ || for science?
"Speech!"
STAFF EDIT***
@Septimushas rolled a 5! He has been awarded +200 signos.
AND RARELY, IF THE WOOD ACCEPTS THE BLADE WITHOUT CONDITIONSthe two pieces keep their balance in spite of the blow❃please tag Septimus! contact is encouraged, short of violence
