04-02-2022, 12:15 AM
Meanwhile, in the Great City of Findias...
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Brigid Aigit's bio
“Not this god, Lu. Not this God,” Abcan’s voice echoed.
The image of the High King and his dwarven Bard flickered as Brigid drew a finger across the surface of the water. Her cauldron almost seemed to quiver at the gesture. Without a second thought, she embraced the Light and strengthened the fibers of Fire that lay coiled beneath the cauldron. At once, the water inside flashed to steam, and the image of the High King was chased away entirely. She untied the fibers and let the Fire die out on its own.
Brigid shook her head as she moved away from the bronze cauldron. She had little desire to be swept up in the intrigues of court once more. Nuada had been a good man and a great king, but had she not gotten involved in his crusade against the Fomorians? Well, she might not be one son short today.
Abcan knew exactly where her Temple had been hidden away. It would only be a matter of hours before Lugh sobered up and found his way here. Oh, it was not that she disliked the man. He had been the only option in terms of Nuada’s successor, but that did not mean she had to resume her old post.
With a flick of the wrist, a fiber of Air shot out towards her wardrobe. The fiber split into 5 separate strands and began pulling out various garments and jewels; these, in turn, were deposited carefully into a large crate. Brigid planned on leaving within the hour.
Gobain and Credne would have to be found before Lugh or Abcan could catch the faintest whiff of them. Brigid could not – no – would not lose another child to war or politics.
The cauldron was the last thing to go into the crate before Brigid opened a Doorway and left her Temple behind.
Brigid Aigit's bio
“Not this god, Lu. Not this God,” Abcan’s voice echoed.
The image of the High King and his dwarven Bard flickered as Brigid drew a finger across the surface of the water. Her cauldron almost seemed to quiver at the gesture. Without a second thought, she embraced the Light and strengthened the fibers of Fire that lay coiled beneath the cauldron. At once, the water inside flashed to steam, and the image of the High King was chased away entirely. She untied the fibers and let the Fire die out on its own.
Brigid shook her head as she moved away from the bronze cauldron. She had little desire to be swept up in the intrigues of court once more. Nuada had been a good man and a great king, but had she not gotten involved in his crusade against the Fomorians? Well, she might not be one son short today.
Abcan knew exactly where her Temple had been hidden away. It would only be a matter of hours before Lugh sobered up and found his way here. Oh, it was not that she disliked the man. He had been the only option in terms of Nuada’s successor, but that did not mean she had to resume her old post.
With a flick of the wrist, a fiber of Air shot out towards her wardrobe. The fiber split into 5 separate strands and began pulling out various garments and jewels; these, in turn, were deposited carefully into a large crate. Brigid planned on leaving within the hour.
Gobain and Credne would have to be found before Lugh or Abcan could catch the faintest whiff of them. Brigid could not – no – would not lose another child to war or politics.
The cauldron was the last thing to go into the crate before Brigid opened a Doorway and left her Temple behind.