Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161001161001

"It's all right. Just assume that nobody else besides who was there at the Crucible would have known what happened, because it didn't affect them.  They weren't in that reality.  As for the rest..."

I take a deep breath. "The Glyph created the pocket dimension known as the Memento Mori. In it, my memories were made real, but because of the time anomoly it created, I kept living in the same loop of time over amd over again.  My life, repeated.  Every time I died and returned to it, my bitterness began reflecting in the creations there, and over time they grew.  One of those was the Crucible, which was the sum of the accumulated memories of dozens of my lifetimes.  The other was Victivius."

"He was the very personification of everything I loathed. Regret.  Bitterness.  Power.  Death.  Because he existed solely in the Memento Mori, he fed off of the memories there, becoming staggeringly powerful.  Because he was just a shade of me, he was Undead.  We shared the same destiny, the same fate, and the same soul, because while he was my reflection, he was tied to me through the Glyph, every bit as I was."

"Even still, we struggled and fought. We sought to control the powers that had manifested themselves within the Crucible.   To do this, we sought outside help.  He found Circe, and struck a bargain with her; become his proxy in the waking world, and He would give her a modicum of his power, which by that time was unbelievable. I myself sought aid in others---I went to the Demon Lord and beseeched her, I went to the Twilight Lands and spoke to the Dying Goddess there.  But the one who approached me was Alcamarie."

"She said she would help me, because she foresaw Circe's alliance with Victivius. She told me she could control the Crucible because she was the Red Mindflayer.  They were all lies."

"The truth was, SHE had created the Glyph, thousands of years ago. She did it knowing that whoever found it would have both a lust for power and the intelligence to grow the Crucible into a weapon she would use.  She couldn't do it herself because she had already reached her maximum potential.  She needed something that could GROW something powerful for her.  She knew that whoever made the Crucible would by then be influenced enough to believe her lies about Aethuriel,  who was not real.  The Crucible would then make Aethuriel real, and she would use Aethuriel for something.  What, I don't know."

"But she needed 'Aethuriel' because she also knew that the pocket reality made by the Glyph would not last once I was dead. She knew that it would collapse all of its reality with it, taking me, Victivius, and everyone else, leaving her with whatever she was going to do with Aethuriel.  Her plan was ultimately foiled by the Dying Goddess, through Jorge, when she sent him back through the Well, thus creating a crack in the reality the Glyph had made, and thus partially stopping Alcamarie's plans."

I sigh. "There is more to it than that, but since you want to know about Circe, I'll focus on her. At one point, it was to be her task to come after me and stop me, using the dark gifts Victivius gave her.  Instead, she betrayed him, nd used his stolen power for her own.  It was then that Victivius was forced to use Conrad against me, because Circe was supposed to be the one to do it.  But she broke her end of the bargain, and tried to steal that power he gave her.  He's been roiling for vengeance ever since."

"And ultimately, Alcamarie's plan was to have everyone close to me trapped within the pocket reality made by the Glyph, where they would no longer be a threat to her. You, Hound, Jorge, everyone.  But what she was trying to accomplish with the embodied reality of Aethuriel, I don't know."

I pour a glass of water. "Does that answer all of your questions?"