[ THE CALL ]

[verty_events]

The inhabitants of the Temple were all assembled in the Dining Hall. It was a large room with high ceilings, warmed by the fire in the fireplace opposite the main entrance and several smaller braziers scattered between the tables. The three large tables, normally set side by side, had been pushed against the walls to clear a space at the center of

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[bellator_lucis]

The Warrior had been drifting around the room, as much as someone in full plate armor could be said to drift. He was beginning to become apprehensive. If all present had been called here to complete some task, then it must be one of impressive magnitude. And he had trouble picturing something greater than the war he had been involved in.

He had been moving towards a back wall, to provide himself with what quiet could exist in a crowded hall, when he heard Meth, and decided to approach her.

"Who is Frei?"

[metharchy]

Meth heard someone speak in her direction, mention Frei. Even though he asked who Frei was, it still made her jump with recognition, fleeting hope, and then immediate disappointment.

She turned toward the man in armor and swallowed once.

"Frei is my deity," she replied. "He and I are close and...I was trying to call him..." Meth trailed off. She had been calling him to come get her and take her back where she belonged.

[bellator_lucis]

The Warrior felt a rush of profound sympathy, and he moves a little closer to Meth, although (hopefully) not enough to invade her personal space.

"I am sorry," he said. He hesitated briefly, but then added, "I have been separated from mine, as well." Because he failed her, and she was killed. He pushed the thought away. Now was not the time to grieve.

[metharchy]

The moving in unnerves her a bit actually. She shifts her weight back slightly, so as to not be too obvious.

"My sympathies," she says simply, glad at least that someone there understands the situation at hand. Meth looks the warrior up and down briefly. His clothes aren't that of Askoupurans but she can't help but ask, just in case...

"Where are you from?"

[bellator_lucis]

If the Warrior had a sense of macabre humor, he probably would have smiled there. As it is, the Warrior's head dips for a moment, as silent thank you for Meth's sympathies.

"Prior to this, I was on a world composed of fragments of many others. A battleground for a war between the gods. Before that..." He shrugs. "I do not remember." He looks back at Meth. "What of you?"

[metharchy]

A battleground for a war between the gods? It doesn't sound much different from where the deities of Askoupur had fled after their own war. A land devastated by gods, in any case.

"Askoupur," she replied. "Before I was brought here, I had been working on the Airship Dheshar as head mechanic."

[bellator_lucis]

The Warrior is not familiar with airships, but they sound impressive. "For how long had you been working there?"

[metharchy]

"Seven years total, four of which I was in my current position as head," she replied easily. "And what about you? What have you been brought here from?"

[bellator_lucis]

"I was fighting in a war on behalf of my goddess, against Chaos and his armies of disorder." There is a brief pause before the Warrior admits, "It was not going in our favor."

Massive understatement.