I have never been one to completely understand temporal magics. That sort of magic has always been Celu’s Domain. That doesn’t make my concern for this other god of time lessen to any degree. The Scribe of Time, as they named themselves, at first glance, looked like an angelic android. However, upon a second’s reflection, I figured despite their strange angelic form, they were an Aeon. Another god to add to the list of ones we met. Well, two.
We were whisked away from the ballroom to the princess almost immediately after the show. The Scribe of Time, whose name we never learned, took most of our group. Holding a good number of us hostage. Celuriel, Jinne ,Tarrik, and a few others. Frozen in crystallized time. The Thief of Time, Kaian, well, they took Burdyr and his crew. For a holiday not common on Istralar, we tend to get roped into saving Christmas far more than I would like.
In exchange for fixing the timeline, as it seems, even gods chronicling time cannot interfere with directing with the mortal realm. The Scribe would give us a singular item. Which can cleanse the corruption from the soul that has interacted with the Fragment of Grace. That solved one of our issues but not all of them. All we have to do is bring back the person who was out of place in time and caused this issue.
It was a mage; the arcane type always figured out how to travel through time. I will admit, even after taking a long look at the spell he created on the ground, that brought him there again. I might be smart, but everything I saw was far above my knowledge. Perhaps if I understood time better, I might have had an inkling of how, but I have always had more of an understanding of the spatial than the temporal. Regardless, the fact that it was possible at all was scary.
From my understanding, this mage had gone to the future. Learned from the future, stole something. Honestly, I can’t remember. I think it was a deer of some time. Reindeer? Was it Mechanical? I can’t remember; there had been too much on my mind. Still, the mage was creating enough ripples in the timeline of a god to take notes and summon or steal some champions to deal with the problem.
I do not want to be at the beck and call of the gods.
Being sent to the mage’s home, we trek through the past and several winter themes puzzles that we often have to solve when dealing with winter.
Funny, I think the second most notable thing about this is we meet Krampus again. More importantly, he met us for the first time. Given how quickly we dealt with him, I know why Krampus has always been hostile towards us in our previous encounters. Weird how that comes full circle.
Where was I? Right trekking through the past, collecting Burdyr. Who the Thief dumped in the past. I met the mages’ children he abandoned, working for that father or the year on that one, and then I went into the future to find him. I am using what I will call a temporal transportation circle because that is the best way to describe that brain-twisting magic circle. It was arcane and not the magic type, the literal word. Esoteric, Obscure, known by a very few. God, I hope we never see one of these again.
After a rather short fight against some mechanized monster and an even longer scolding for leaving his children, we dragged the bastard back to the past. We didn’t whip his memory, but we placed some champion magic upon him to ensure he never traverses the timeline unless it is the normal way. One second at a time.
With the task set by the Scribe done, the timeline is vaguely restored, but its lasting effects are unknown. Our prize lantern was collected. Once we left that realm of the Scribe, we were left in the thieving hands of Kaian. Back in the material plane, at the ball, the world was frozen.
Kaian is a dick. Am I annoyed they stole a moment of our time when they said the name of a shard? Yes. I am still annoyed as I write this. They also stole the ending to the competition between the Lost Ones and the knowledge of the victor. They lifted that spell that froze the world, regardless of those gods’ intentions. A part of me finds time manipulation on that scale fascinating and terrifying. A function of the universe and how some of these gods play with it.
I am glad no god of time was shattered into becoming a shard.