How many gods have I met now? It wasn’t the most pressing thought in his head when it came to this strange god before them. The Scribe of Time, Aniks had hardly dealt with any Aeons in fact including the Scribe, the only other one he could think of was one of the remaining Shards. Though the drow had initially thought it to be some sort of angelic machine. Their manipulation of time hadn’t made him any less wary of god. In fact, it was the part Aniks worried about the most.
It was only upon the release of the god’s hostages that Aniks even considered speaking with the Scribe. Once his elf was back in his arms, some unspoken stress lifted from him. Words were spoken between the two, but words didn’t need to be said to express his worry and relief that she was back and unharmed. Aniks placed his head against hers, eyes closed and for a few moments let that silence sit between them. Then a single mental thought was shared with his wife “We should probably speak to the Scribe.”
if you want to. this place is weird. Celu mentally replied, her hands tight on Aniks's arms; evidently, she hadn't enjoyed her trip away from him. At least she hadn't been harmed like the others; Syrin had still been wincing when they'd been returned to the party, and Jinne seemed to only now be stirring from unconsciousness.
The strange area they were in seemed to freeze, much like before when they had been stolen from the ballroom, and a shadow loomed over the couple: that of the Scribe. They were still distant, but they loomed over the mortals. The chime of a clock heralded their sudden shift, and the end of that temporary freeze - for Aniks and Celuriel alone.
"You wish to talk," they said, simply.
“Guess there are perks with being able to manipulate time like this.” Looking around at the frozen crowd, having private conversations would be a breeze. Though temporal magics were always Celu’s domain, not his. The mental invasion had been noted though or… Had the Scribe just seen the future where Aniks had approached them? “Yes, I do. You’re a god I am very much unaware of. Especially when you told us you were The Scribe of Time, not the god of it. I am curious about you and what you do.”
"Time is a pillar of all creation. My charge includes its documentation and understanding," the Scribe replied brusquely, their arms crossing in what almost seemed a parody of mortal movement. "You would not hear of us. We do not adhere to traditional decrees or pacts. Mere mortals who stride into this dimension do not retain the knowledge or memory of it, but mere mortals you are not. Your Mother will be disconcerted by our conversation."
“That would be something to see.” An amused smile crossed Aniks' lips as the Scribe mentioned the Mother of Souls. If Death was disconcerted then was there something to learn here? Probably more he than should know. “If you are charged with documentation and understanding, your knowledge of history must be unparalleled given how you’re an archivist of time. Though that’s only one aspect, there must be others who have different duties associated with time.”
The deity inclined their head in affirmation. "There are many. Each kept from mortal understanding and worship to preserve the covenants you know. A number of your companions have been stolen from this instant by the Thief."
Celuriel kept her silence, alert and disturbed by this.. being. don't like this, she muttered in their mental connection.
For Celuriel to be disturbed… Aniks pulled his wife slightly closer and his mental thoughts conveyed the concern his face did not. Is it just the Scribe or something else?
“Good to know there are multiple Time Gods, even if there is one referred to as the Thief. The others I hope are at least safe?”
The god's eyes went entirely blank for a moment before resuming transmission as usual. "Kaian has reversed the physical harm dealt. Your companions remain well; the mental trauma is consistent with the bounds of your existing troubles. You have nothing to worry for."
Celuriel nestled against him, keeping one eye on the apparent deity. they feel wrong. and I can't feel Magdh.
Aniks’ eyes narrowed when the god said ‘existing troubles’ That part of the Scribes of Time’s words had a large range that could apply to The Lost ones. Aniks noted the name of Thief of Time, it’s always good to be aware of other gods. “Good to know… Given that you document and record all of the time, that celestial that was summoned in the past. What happened to them, they saw we were champions. But it seemed they existed in a time period after champions had been no longer needed.”
I am not sure our Gods are allowed to be here, in the Dimension of Time. I cannot feel Pharasma. Aniks sent over the mental connection. I am unnerved by them, sure but I am not sure what you mean by wrong.
"They retain that information to this day," the deity said simply, the weight of their stare heavy. "It is the price you pay for having reached them. They know information they were not meant to, and have suffered under the burden of it. It inflamed their curiosity, and so they did seek more until they were changed beyond their form. They belong to a different court, now. They are not harmed by it, or your actions would have been undone. They are simply changed."
unnerved. wrong. same thing.
"So any drastic changes in the timeline would have been 'fixed' if we alter too much. The Azata learning about us hadn't caused any major variations just their changed court and form. Did they fall to the lower planes or was this transformation something else?" A part of him was hoping for a simple answer to his last question, as when dealing with time. Well, his adopted family had warned him once but something about the god's wording had gotten Aniks to ask away.
Ahhh I have to wonder if other Aeon gods give off this kind of presence.