Epic Fantacea #11 Mourna and Selphuvall  

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4/2/2006 7:29 pm

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Epic Fantacea #11 Mourna and Selphuvall


The sourceror stepped forward into the shadows, the magic gate closing behind him. He braced himself and summoned a darkness globe-- a magical device that worked very much in the same way as a lamp, except instead of casting light, it cast darkness upon a moderately-sized area.
Walking forward, the lamp hovering over his head, the sourceror, boldly stolled into seering light, light that surely would have blinded him if not for his globe.
"Welcome, Danzer Trypsoul Mourna, Sourceror of the Seventh Circle," said a sweetly, androgynous voice, seemingly from everywhere.
"Greetings, Lord and Master of thie realm," said the sourceror, in ritualistic fashion, "May my welcome be perpetual, and may this humble visitor remain in your favor."
"Your welcome, We sense, shall always be, Lord Mourna. You have our leave to pass freely through these realms.
Mourna shuddered. It had only been by accident that he had discovered the existence of this realm, and its "occupant" who was both one and many. In this realm, even the gods were in the presence of a greater authority.
"Allow me," continued the voice, joined by a chorus of musical echoes, "to simplify thy passing."
The light, seemingly sourceless and everywhere, dimmed immensely, to a dull lighting one may experience in a fireplace-lit tavern. Silently thanking his host, Mourna dispelled his globe.
The realm he walked in was, by its nature, infinite in size. An unwelcomed visitor could wonder around, blindly, for eternity, finding nothing and no one.
Since he had been welcomed, however, the sourceror soon found himself in the very center of the realm of Selphuvall.
Mourna stood before the five-fold being called Selphuvall, whose presence was manifest inside of a perfect circle.
In the very center of the circle stood the being called Tru, who had no trace of gender or racial heritage. Slightly translucent and directly in front of Tru, was the being called Yor, who somehow had all sexual characteristics and all racial traits. Behind Tru, stood Mai, Yor's twin. To Tru's left, and the sourceror's right, stood Hym, a being that was purely male and carried all racial traits. To Tru's right, and on the sourceror's left stood Hur, a being divinely made of everything female whom also was bestowed with all racial traits.
"What can we do for you?" all five of them asked, their voices with their mouths all moving in unison.
"You're interfering," stated the sourceror, matter-of-factly.
"So are you," answered Tru, just as matter of factly.
"That is my duty," said the sourceror, "I, however, thought that you were bound by a completely different and much stricter code."
Selphuvall laughed, a laughter containing billions upon billions of voices.
"And who are you, Mourna, to tell me what my role in this, this great game may be?"
"I do not presume or presuppose," said the sourceror, keeping his cool despite questioning the actions of a being that even the gods must answer to, "to tell you your place, Master Selphuvall. I only grow concerned when a being such as yourself gets directly involved in the affairs of us mere mortals," the sourceror said, bowing at the waist toward the end of his statement.
"Sourceror, let us begin by saying," the chorus of voices began, "that although your formality is appreciate--"
"--it is unnecessary," finished Tru, all other voices remaining silent.
"You are my friend, Sourceror, and that you shall always be," said Tru.
Tru stepped out of the circle, the other four beings disappearing as he did so.
"Come, I must show you something."
--to be continued--

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