Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160727234307

"If that were possible, the Crucible would not exist," Alcamarie replies, perhaps too brightly. "No, I'm afraid Ibrahim has been searching for that answer for hundreds of years." She sees the look of confusion on Hound's face. She chuckles condescendingly.

" Ah, but he never told you that, did he?  No, it isn't what you're thinking.  He is not immortal.   The truth of it is this: Ibrahim discovered the Glyph hundreds of years ago.  He came to find it within the Ruins of Thure, and came to posses it and study it.  But he didn't pass it on to anyone.  Instead he died a natural death, and when he awoke, he found himself...here." She gestures all around herself. "But it didn't look like this then. It was a psychic wasteland.   Ibrahim discovered that the Glyph had placed his soul here when he died.  And when he did die he was brought here, where something formed itself from his memories. The beginning of the Crucible. "

Alcamarie walks to the edge of the Well and gestures, the crack healing itself. "But he discovered something else. When he was born anew, he had no memory of what had come before, only the psychic echoes of destiny.  The Glyph was forcing him to relive his life anew, giving him more and more of his accumulated memories each time he regained it.  Each time he died, his knowledge was deposited here.  The Crucible took shape, becoming the personification of his memories the Glyph aquired."

Alcamarie trails her hands through the water. "But there was a terrible price to pay.  Each time Ibrahim died, the last echo of his destiny was left behind.   And over time, it began to corrupt him.  He dedicated his life to finding a way of getting rid of the Glyph and its terrible price..."

She looks at Hound, her eyes narrowing. "Have you figured it out yet, Son of Cerberus?"