[Carlisle nods, setting his own mug before him as though he would drink it.]
When would it have happened? When the town met with Ul Bereth, or much later? And what would the terms of their pact be? Was there an end to it, or do we serve them still?
[All hypotheticals, all exhausting to think about. Such questions make his stomach churn.]
In the years before his disappearance, Uncle Benistad became... obsessed with the gateway. It was a curiosity for him at first, or so we believed. He took measurements, notes for his journal — nothing too troubling. Then, he'd lock himself in his office for hours at a time with some of the journals of our family, dusty tomes of personal records and musings from two, three generations prior. He started experimenting with his own energies and how they interacted with the old stones that framed the gateway, pouring his magic into the worn glyphs in the hopes something would happen, anything. Uncle Boris and I didn't know what to make of it, but whenever we asked, he insisted it was just his latest hobby. Magical theory was nothing new to him, and such a puzzle was perfectly aligned with his usual interests.
[Carlisle's hands wrap around the mug, his expression hardening.]
And now, I wonder just what it was he was doing out there with that gateway, and why. Did he hope to release Ul Bereth for the kind? Or was he put to the task by Ul Bereth themself?
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When would it have happened? When the town met with Ul Bereth, or much later? And what would the terms of their pact be? Was there an end to it, or do we serve them still?
[All hypotheticals, all exhausting to think about. Such questions make his stomach churn.]
In the years before his disappearance, Uncle Benistad became... obsessed with the gateway. It was a curiosity for him at first, or so we believed. He took measurements, notes for his journal — nothing too troubling. Then, he'd lock himself in his office for hours at a time with some of the journals of our family, dusty tomes of personal records and musings from two, three generations prior. He started experimenting with his own energies and how they interacted with the old stones that framed the gateway, pouring his magic into the worn glyphs in the hopes something would happen, anything. Uncle Boris and I didn't know what to make of it, but whenever we asked, he insisted it was just his latest hobby. Magical theory was nothing new to him, and such a puzzle was perfectly aligned with his usual interests.
[Carlisle's hands wrap around the mug, his expression hardening.]
And now, I wonder just what it was he was doing out there with that gateway, and why. Did he hope to release Ul Bereth for the kind? Or was he put to the task by Ul Bereth themself?