So Odin came bearing dire news. Fimbulwinter approaches fast, this coming winter, Jotunheim’s brine is apparently set to taint Midgard come the solstice.
And from what Andrew’s discovered those who usurped M.I.S.T. are facilitating the coming of Ragnarok…which means the Yazata. According to Odin they’re so concerned with enforcing their view of the timeline to keep Zrvan in check that they’d consider the Æsir working to avert the goddamned apocalypse and prevent our destruction an act of sympathy with the Titans they’d destroy us for.
As if I didn’t the impression of them I was left with wasn’t poor enough already.
And more uncomfortable questions are raised. I’ve never been sure what Vayu’s motivation was for trying to steal me away. Was it related to this? Odin seems certain that he can read every twist and wrinkle Fate has in store. But if he’s mistaken? He also called me Helsson as though it were an insult. He had little trouble disparaging her directly as well. That almost caused me to snap. But I finally managed to bite my tongue in front of a greater divine power. Pissing off Odin, of all people, is something I can ill-afford to do. Though I think I came dangerously close to shattering Manannan Mac Lir’s chair without realizing it.
Anyway, there’s a reason Odin told us what he saw. He apparently has a way to stop it, but he needs time bought to do it. Anyone more powerful would be prevented from interfering by the bindings of Fate, so apparently it falls to us. We need to steal some object the Yazata has that lets them regulate time or sneak back to M.I.S.T. Headquarters and free Andrew’s Father, Thoth, from imprisonment. Our choice was as quick as it was predictable. It’ll be no small task now that the Yazata control the island.
But Manannan had a way around that. He brought us to a submerged shipwreck. Which was…amazing in and of itself. Deep beneath the ocean, amidst a small bubble he must have been maintaining for those who needed it. We could even see whales swimming by above. As a Scion of a Sea God, being down in the depths like that for the first time…just resonated.
Then he dropped a bombshell of his own. We were standing amidst the ruins of the ship that had been transporting King Arthur to Avalon, which became M.I.S.T. And the ship is still destined to complete that journey. So Manannan brought it back to his dry dock and…we’re sailing the remains of King Arthur to Avalon, which is now likely a Yazatan stronghold, so we can free the Egyptian God of Knowledge from captivity to forestall the end of the world and the death of most of my pantheon.
Needless to say, the enormity of that has not truly sunk in yet. Gods know I had too much on my mind to begin with.
Oh, yeah, and Utgard-Loki’s influence caused Cindy to grow to about the same height as Claire. It’s like what happened to me when the Jotunblut in my veins awoke, only a bit more drastic. I probably should’ve seen that coming. As is, it’s another worrying sign that the giant’s influence over her is progressing. And now we have to put finding the cure for that on the back burner to forestall the end of the world.
Had Ragnarok not been prophesied I’d never have been able to anticipate the stakes rising this high. I certainly never could’ve expected it happening this fast. We might well be walking into something that makes the danger we’ve faced so far seem utterly trivial. And even after that there’s apparently a bona fide apocalypse to deal with. Even Manannan seemed to imply that the specter of death would loom all too closely from here on out.
So it's time to make sure i talk to Ken before we leave...have to make sure that's not put off. Here's hoping this one goes better than the last two.
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