Hand vibrant energy Wodan paused for a moment, frowned and power, prompted by a thought. One of the millions of thoughts, because the gods can move through time at will, and any reasoning goes over a thousand times the length of time that a mortal takes to do it. But the thought of thoughts emerged from the sea like the bark of a cork in a fountain. Infused with an eye to the last drop of energy Cosmolabio , which resumed again to move, creaking and creaking as usual. Gears and wheel teeth pushing balls of brass rods and graduated at the top and bottom, while shining metal plates and circles across the room, crossing occasionally one of the trajectories. "Do you think they'll be back, my Lord?" asked a plaintive voice, still near the door. Wodan wrinkled her nose. His one eye is not distracted by the machine, but he did his mind, for another long moment.
"I think? ... More, I sure, my little mortal servant ... But still I fear for their consciences. A deity survives for some of the uncertainties and doubts, but a mortal life ... a mortal is a dice roll, a race between wisdom and decay. The awareness of the fact that a mortal will acquire at the end of his life is an unfathomable mystery ... even to a power. A secret closed in your hearts. "
The small half-elf straightened his glasses, which rested heavily on the nose minute. His name was Kerter and was a wanderer glide. It came from a floor away, one of many, and had traveled long before reaching Eclipse, the home of Wodan, one of the few remaining deity of a pantheon extinct for centuries, revered by few, is now almost completely exhausted by powers of immortality, scattered in the multiverse in search of a meaning for their existence. eclipse was a half-plane fluctuations in the ethereal plane, a mandatory stop for those few travelers who ventured down to the planar interior floors ... in elemental chaos. Wodan Eclipse was created, and then was exiled to this remote place, to study the internal plans, their primal energy, the essence that generates everything. Kerter did not know what would have to stop at Eclipse, but it certainly would not have done miss the opportunity to study the multiverse at the home of an immortal.
"They look you interested in? Because I have watched with interest that their artifact, the ' Hatuli ... this really is something precious, as you described them?" Kerter asked again. His curiosity was directed both to the answers as to how they would respond to Wodan. In her heart she knew that would never be able to understand the divine way of thinking, but just being in the presence of Wodan was a heady experience for her. The power was now more than ten meters high, his head touched the ceiling of the room Cosmolabio.
"The artifact ... a Hatuli ... this is certainly a valuable magic item, but never so precious as that to which it leads. Anyway, these are not the pages of history will write that these adventurers."
Wodan's voice was made in pronouncing the last sentence, much more cavernous than it already was. For Kerter, this meant that the time for questions had expired. Silently, he slipped out of the room through the door. That group of adventurers certainly had the potential to make power companies even considered worthy of thought. A Kerter not had seemed nothing more than the usual mismatched group of travelers, by chance to Eclipse and disappeared into the folds of the multiverse soon after. But in many of the philosophies of the multiverse, he thought the half-elf, the case does not exist. He adjusted his leather jacket and went into the hall, to welcome visitors.
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