User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-30441489-20161127195545/@comment-28358106-20161224020600

(Don't worry buddy, I'm working my way around to all replies slowly but surely.  Sorry it took so long.)

"Perhaps, then, I may be able to better answer, at My Lord's whim."

An Atlach Nacha slowly glides down on a thread from a hidden perch up in the darkness above, settling on the top of the black throne.

"I am Anansin, formerly a Pathweaver in the prime plane, but no more.  Now I serve as one of the Favored here within the Crucible, as the keeper of the Mobius, where the Fates of the memories kept here are mapped, watched, kept by my hand and protected by the power of the Void King, forever is his reign."

Victivius reaches up to the slowly descending Anansin and strokes her chin with a finger, making a shiver of pleasure ripple through her face. She looks to Darksun.

"There is mich wisdom in what you have said, for such are the threads of fate, not for where they anchor, but what glimmer they show along their path.  You wish to study the thread, and not the anchor.  Do you not?"