Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160831042140

Ibraham answers, looking away. "I suppose you'll find out one way or another.  As you said before, you have as much claim to be here as anyone."

"When I was young, I discovered  Glyph.  It had properties I was not familiar with, but I discovered that when I died, it placed me in a nether plane of its own construction. I named it the Memorias Morutorum.   From there I had to escape by mentally sacrificing what I considered most dear to me as a symbol of wanting to return to the world.

But when I did return, two things happened. One, I was forced to live my life in the exact same way, and two, I never had knowledge of my former lives until I gained the Glyph again. This happened over and over. And each time I returned to the Morutorum, my memories began to take shape. Over time my bitterness shaped itself into the twisted form of the Crucible. But beyond that, it did something worse. My bitterness and anger and regret formed into a separate being that stayed in the Crucible. Victivius."

"It was horrifying at first.  We could not exist within the same plane together.  We each searched for a way to break the curse, each using our own means.  And every time it came time for me to claim the Glyph,  as soon as I would claim it, he would fight me for it.  Sometimes he won."

"But eventually we realized something.  Every time we returned to the Crucible, we gained a little more knowledge of what it was and what its true  purpose was.  We began to work together, collaborating during the brief period in the thread of fate where we would each meet to claim the Glyph. Everything went fine until I discovered my wife."

He runs his fingers through his hair. "In this last lifetime,  the one time in which I we were supposed to unlock the final mystery of the Glyph, I found her.  She was a Golem, somehow now in the ruins where the Glyph was.  When it came time for me to give the Glyph to Victivius, I refused, because the latent power of the Glyph kept her alive, and to turn it over would have sentenced her to death.  Victivius and I fought and Regina was badly wounded.  The only way I could keep her alive was to pass the Glyph to her.  It didn't recognize her as a living being, so I couldn't take it back."

He looks down. "Over time it began to exert more energy than she could handle.  I had to build our children, as aspects of her persona, to siphon it off.  But because I was still tied to the Glyphs power, I couldn't use my sorcery to its full extent.  To do so drained her and could kill her."

"I searched and searched.  I pleaded with the Demon Lord in person and I begged a dying Goddess, but nobody could help me when the Glyph began fading within her body.  Little did I know that it was reacting to the approach of Victivius."

"I don't know how, but Victivius somehow found Conrad, and promised him to turn the world into its former monsterized form, the way he would want it.  Conrad kidnapped my child and..."

He kneels down and wraps his arms around Lucida, who has begun to weep.

"...Conrad pushed me to use my sorcery and overload the Glyph.  It...killed me for the final time.  And when I left, it allowed Victivius to enter our plane and take it for himself.  He...tore it from..."

He strokes Lucida's hair. "When I arrived at the Crucible,  I gained the last knowledge of its true purpose.  It calls Aethuriel,  the God of Alpha and Omega.  The Ender of All Things. And Victivius had its full form."

"But, the Crucible doesn't just take the memories of who passes through it.  Once it grew, it captured the planar echoes, the memories left of those whose will was strong enough to leave their own psychic imprints behind.  Druella, the Herald...they both had an immense amount of them. It was enough to tear the planar veil and bring the entire Crucible into the world.  And with it, it...ends everything."

He holds Lucida tight. "What Victivius is going to do next, I have no idea."

He is silent.