Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801022758

Ibrahim looks doubtful. He feels the power coursing through him, but he does not understand how it could work. He hesitates, looking down at Regina. He has the knowledge of a thousand lives, of a thousand uses of the Glyph, but he has never given it away. And this...

He lays a hand on her forehead. He closes his eyes...

And it is done. There is a brief glow, a small flash of light, and as easily as the Glyph went to him, it passes to her. Her eyes stop searching for answers. Her broken body stops spilling its magic. It does not heal, but she is no longer fading, and instead reaches up and puts her remaining hand on his face.

Ibrahim turns. He says nothing,  but instead looks at Hound.

And Hound knows that history will continue as it should.

Ibrahim crouches there, holding Regina close. There is a lengthy pause as he looks at Hound intently. "I don't want to know if it turns out like Victivius says it will," he says. "I'm not going to let it.  I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that it doesn't happen..."

There is a rumble. Hound turns to see the fissure in the wall expand. Water begins shooting from the cracks.

"Oh, shit...we've got to leave!  If we can get to high ground, we migh be able to..."

The fissure gives.

It's too fast. They are swept up instantly as the black wall of water falls upon them with a roar, throwing them around, battering them against the wall...

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...Gagging, Hound is pulled out of the well.

He is thrown to the ground by his father, who looks down upon him with scorn. He sneers.

"Well, now, my impatient son," he growls. "How does it feel?  How does it feel to have turned away such power?  Is that what you wanted the Well to show you?  How big of an idiot you are?  How foolish this little game is?  How much your friend deserves every moment of his sorrow before he discovers exactly what he's done?"

He leans in close to Hound as he coughs up water. "Still don't believe me, do you?  Of course you don't.   You don't have to, really.  You're about to find out, just as your friend has here in the Crucible."

Alcamarie steps forward, her hips swaying. "Mmm, don't be so hard on your boy, Cerberus.  He was able to step into the past without altering it's outcome...well, not too significantly, anyway.  Ibrahim will now believe you died in that incident in the Ruin, and his children will never have met you.  But don't worry; he's spent his lifetime telling them about you.  Not about the Ruins, of course, or about how they're all going to die.  That would break their shiny little hearts."

She gives a little laugh. "I never would have thought that your touching the Well would have actually put you there, in the moment of destiny!  My, how thrilling.  And dangerous,  too, of course.  Your psychic echo must be mighty, indeed.  I'll have to study this in detail later."