Io's Labyrinth

[Ebiris]

Well it's been made clear a few times that One can survive the end of Creation, which presumably none of Creations other denizens whether mortal or immortal can, though it's interesting that Antenora is so immediately and obviously different to a being of Creation that apes Beyond, while Eblis has been a mystery for so long.

Except to Asmodeus, that is.

But is that down to Asmodeus's own perception, or does he have some sort of tie to Beyond that gives him such insight? It can't just be that he's One, otherwise Antenora would've seen the difference in him, wouldn't she? Or perhaps not, they only spoke to an avatar.

It's still food for thought, beyond the somewhat circular discussion with the reformed dragon, which Seira seems to have so well in hand that she elects not to muddy things with any contributions of her own.

[Anastasia]

Create. To make from nothing. To take from the emptiness and the white and shape it.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks. Can she tell that he knows how to use the Words of Creation to do that...?

"I'm curious if she'd interpret the Words of Creation the same way as she sees the rest of our speech." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

"Try it?" Jetina suggests, as Antenora gives Alicia's hand a squeeze.

At the same time Amaryl comes over to Jetina and murmurs, "Honey, you don't know half of how it can be."

[Nephrite]

Moore clears his throat and holds a hand out, palm up.

"Are these words still, and dead?" Moore asks, as he then invokes the Words of Creation!

He's aiming to just create a handful of dirt again. The last time he tried this, he took 50 damage, in case something about being here is different.

[Anastasia]

Antenora's gaze is on Moore as that raw creation is woven, dirt from nothing as the strain of it is felt.

Those words are whole.

[Ebiris]

Alicia likewise watches Moore's work. "Someone's full of surprises," she mutters.

[Anastasia]

"I'd like to talk about that later," Antenora says, "That's remarkably advanced usage of the Words of Creation. Wherever did you learn that?"

[Nephrite]

Moore lingers for a moment, the dirt in his hand and his words whole. The knowledge of that...

"Ah, I admit, I didn't expect that answer, but..." His face contorts for a moment before he looks over at Antenora and smiles. "I'll be happy to explain when we're all done here, but suffice to say I have a friend who helped me learn how to utilize them."

[Corwin]

Sorry to bring back that question, but the cage you talked about is Creation? And what is the gate?

[Anastasia]

Antenora nods back to that and lets it lie.

The cage is her cage. She is trapped in her cage. She cannot escape because of him. He will not let her rest. She is tired but cannot rest.

[Nephrite]

'She' can't possibly be referring to Sylvie... right?

Moore just frowns but stays quiet for the time being.

[Corwin]

Where she is Sylvie, the bearer of 21? Is he Ao, the Incarnation of Chaos?

[Anastasia]

The woman before you shudders as if ill, a fever-flush coming to all of you.

Do not speak of the Endless Chaos. Do not speak of the Endless Chaos. Do not speak of the Endless Chaos.

[Corwin]

Seriously? Her origin is inspired by his-- well, no matter.
Is that the he you talked of? Is Sylvie the she you talked of?