Protecting Mine Own

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "Appreciation will not save you, in the face of the shadows you stand beneath." Ludo spoke beneath a blank mask, its rags dancing and twisting still in the space of the shrine; a dark star suching all light from within. "Tread carefully, Zariah Launceleyn, whichever way your steps take you. This is not the first time you have approached a deity with troublesome questions. Walk too close to the Eirachi and you may well find one keen to hang upon your every word." Evidently, unlike itself. "You have asked your question. It has been answered. We are done here." The decision, apparently, was absolute. Ludo rushed forward and through the Archmage, and a sound like roaring tides and silent screams and bellchimes would fill her to the brim for a second, before it was gone.