God's Blood Visions
Minaris's Galaxy Tea
When attending The Moth King: Minaris‘s Tea Party, Melinoe Expspiravit was entranced by the Galaxy Tea he was drinking and asked to have some as well - since she had been promised protection by the Faelord. After drinking the liquid that acted like Nightfall Whisky and Skytier wine all at once, it turned her hair temporarily red and her skin temporarily held a visible galaxy. During this Minaris and Lord Of Mercy looked on with vested interest and asked her what she saw with each sip. This is a record of that.
- You are seeing memories of a dead god played out in an ethereal stardust mist in front of your eyes.
- It appears to be some kind of party and among the guests are Yor, Anir, Xeher, and several other dead gods you don’t recognize. They drift about lazily like ghosts, in the distance familiar faces with golden wreaths in their hair.
- The vision of the waking world drifts further away and the ethereal apparitions become more solid and lifelike, still constructed from stardust and light. Now you hear voices as well as see faces, taking in conversations in a language you should not understand but do. Murmurs of darkness among the planes, silence among the mortals, and disarray within the seat of the Firstborn. Oros has barred all travel in or out of Axarhia with no warning and that has no signs of ending.
- You see a tall figure with golden skin, long white hair, and a neat bushy beard, he’s nearly as tall as Heinrich. He’s speaking with a similarly large woman with pale skin and blue hair, with tattoos of burning eyes along her body. She looks towards you, smirks, and begins to laugh.
- The tall woman approaches you, the closer she gets the more disoriented you feel. The golden giant seems disappointed but does not intervene. “You think you can go home, stupid girl? Live a life of whimsy and fantasy with no regrets and no penance?” She cackles and grows taller. “One life must end, or they both will.”
- The visions begin to fade, and the tall woman laughs. “Fate does not ask, it bestows. You will play the part that was written or we will die.” then she fades back into the faceless mass of stardust and light.