This place stinks of death. Sabriel stands up from the ice, confused but not panicked. She had not crossed the First Gate, which meant that she had likely been pulled back into Life. But where? And why? At first, all she can see is ice, great pillars of it that seem like a king's guard. As she turns, she finally spies the ship- the source of the death, though she senses great life too. But no danger.
She doesn't question how she has her bells back- all in proper shape and well cleaned except for Astarael. She checks the bandolier across her chest, touching each bell gently. Abhorsen's sword at her hip and the bells at her chest, she feels a least somewhat protected. Her surcoat, decorated with a key pattern, is still around her shoulders, though she has lost the majority of her armor. It didn't seem as if she came straight from the battle, but she didn't feel any different. She could even feel the Charter here, around her, like a comforting blanket, so she must still be north of the wall.
Forming the charter marks for warmth, strength, and light, she whistles them out and finds herself with a comforting light at her shoulder that gives her enough warmth to cut through the ice. "Is anyone there?" she calls out softly, not wanting to draw attention to anything dead that might be lurking.
She doesn't question how she has her bells back- all in proper shape and well cleaned except for Astarael. She checks the bandolier across her chest, touching each bell gently. Abhorsen's sword at her hip and the bells at her chest, she feels a least somewhat protected. Her surcoat, decorated with a key pattern, is still around her shoulders, though she has lost the majority of her armor. It didn't seem as if she came straight from the battle, but she didn't feel any different. She could even feel the Charter here, around her, like a comforting blanket, so she must still be north of the wall.
Forming the charter marks for warmth, strength, and light, she whistles them out and finds herself with a comforting light at her shoulder that gives her enough warmth to cut through the ice. "Is anyone there?" she calls out softly, not wanting to draw attention to anything dead that might be lurking.
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Date: 2020-06-21 03:38 am (UTC)"We can't let it ring, or I might be fetching you from the first gate," she tells him. The bell looks perfectly ordinary on the outside, but Sabriel is sure the magic of it is obvious.
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Date: 2020-06-21 12:29 pm (UTC)"What do you mean by 'the first gate?'"
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Date: 2020-06-21 12:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-21 02:20 pm (UTC)Or at least, he encountered something. Strange isn't entirely sure how to describe that feeling of nothingness that settled on him after the tuunbaq killed him. A gate is a good enough term as any.
"My world does not seem to have any of those gates. There simply is 'being dead' and then 'being alive.'"
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Date: 2020-06-21 02:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-21 03:13 pm (UTC)As he talks, it becomes obvious that the resurrection has rattled Strange more than he wants to admit. He places his hands in his pocket to hide the trembling and his expression goes distant and a little vacant.
"The magic I used was old, from the time of the Raven King. My blood served to represent the life I was giving to them. I slashed my arm, said the incantation, dripped my blood on their bodies, and soon those corpses were walking and breathing as you or I might."
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Date: 2020-06-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-21 03:49 pm (UTC)"The Raven King is the man who brought magic to England to begin with. Not all of his magic is unpleasant-in fact, I find most of his magic and older magic in general to be quite useful. It was only that spell which was...unpleasant."
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Date: 2020-06-21 04:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-21 06:08 pm (UTC)"In England, there is a realm that exists parallel to ours. That realm is the world of Faerie. It's named for its inhabitants, powerful beings who almost have an innate sense of magic."
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Date: 2020-06-21 06:24 pm (UTC)Like she had been before, she tries to find some similarities in their worlds. She immediately thinks of the Old Kingdom, though she doesn't bring it up. She wants to hear him describe it more. "Have you been there?" she asks softly. "Are the faeries...helpful? Does everyone know about them?"
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Date: 2020-06-21 09:15 pm (UTC)As Strange talks, he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. He's still ready to continue talking but if Sabriel is sitting down, he'll do that too.
"But yes, I have been to Faerie. It's...honestly astonishing."
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Date: 2020-06-21 09:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-22 01:35 am (UTC)"The Raven King, the magician that I mentioned earlier, lived and ruled in Faerie for a while. So when I entered into those realms for the first time, I entered into his lands. There were bridges suspended from nothing, towers as far as the eye could see, grand castles that seem to have grown from the ground itself! Ships moored where there was no water, forests growing where there was no sunlight, stars that shone in ways no earthly stars could shine...it was astonishing."
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Date: 2020-06-22 01:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-22 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-22 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-22 03:01 am (UTC)It's something that he knows is a bad habit of his and knows that if his wife were here, she'd gently tease him about it later.
"You should have a room of your own, designed after a room you are familiar with in the waking world. The ship was attacked recently, so I do not know the state of your room. If it is too unsafe to stay in, there are beds and hammocks set up in the galley. Or, you could simply sleep here and I would take one of the hammocks."
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Date: 2020-06-22 03:22 am (UTC)She stands, taking her sword and bandolier, attaching them both with a small amount of effort. She's a little concerned about what her room might look like, but there isn't anything to be done about it. If it is too unnerving, a hammock is not the worst place she's ever slept.
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Date: 2020-06-22 01:10 pm (UTC)Strange is the sort of man who's emotions are visible no matter how he tries to hide them. His words are the honest truth: he's just so happy and so relieved to have another magician on the ship. He gets to his feet as well, lingering a bit in case Sabriel needs any help managing her bells or bandolier.
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Date: 2020-06-22 01:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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