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 Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2025 2:55 pm
Truly, Dagon had let the situation on her planet fester for far too long.
Things had been notably getting worse, ever since earlier in the year when she had come back to survey the capitol and found strange, walking skeletons that seemed to have a moldlike substance holding them together. A new effect of the Chaos, she'd realized, and it had kicked her search for the core of the infection into high gear.
She had tried so many different places, seeking answers. All but one, really. The old libraries, smaller temples, even the palace's archives, but none had given her the answers she sought.
There was one place left. And she had not come alone, this time.
"Thank you for coming with me," she told Frigoris. "I...know that I must do this, but it still feels strange. Wrong."
The grand archives in the heart of the capitol had been sacred ground, once. Built around what was said to be the greatest and purest of Dagon's healing salt-springs, only the highest initiates of Dagonite faith had been allowed to cross that boundary. She had never set foot beyond the great bronze doors, decorated with reliefs depicting the first Dagon's slaying of the Great Leviathan and extraction of its heart.
The very heart she now sought.
She'd told Frigoris the whole tale; that she believed the Chaos was bound to that ancient, sacred relic, and that she needed to find where and how to raise the temple it was enshrined in from its legendary place in the watery depths. If it was even real. If this was a lead, and not another minnowchase.
The doors opened at her touch, and she stepped over the threshold.
"We'll likely have to head quite deep in, to the oldest texts. I've never bene in this archive, but I know how our priests used to organize them. Once we are there--I know you won't be able to read the Dagonite, but the covers of these old books are often illustrated. Hearts, knives, or the anchor symbol, since it would be to do with the first Dagon."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2025 4:23 pm
“I would go anywhere you wanted me to, Dagon, you know that.” Her lips twitched slightly and Frigoris refrained from adding that she would be pleased to go as deep into Dagon as she was able to. It wasn’t the time, and really, it wasn’t the place but. The desire was there.
The desire was nearly always there, but again. Not the time.
“It’s needed. We need to free your world. I…wish I had something wise to say about how shedding Chaos was easy and wise but, that would be a pack of lies and I don’t really remember but…I like who I am now. Free of it. I love my life now, and I’m sure when we free Dagon…it will be the same here. You’ll love your life here again.”
They could make new memories on Dagon…that…would be lovely. Completely lovely.
“So I should be on the lookout for those, then? Find what I can and bring them to you?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 7:07 pm
It was true, Dagon did know that Frigoris would follow her wherever they needed. The two of them could do anything, she was sure of it.
"Necessary, yes," she sighed. It was difficult to explain--she got the impression that in modern Earth society, there was little to compare to the taboo she was committing. Or if it did exist, she just wasn't familiar with it. "But I do not think it should ever be easy. One last great challenge, and then we will have earned our peace."
It seemed so simple, saying it to herself like that. A last stormy sea to cross, and she would land on her island, safe and sound.
(She had read an Earth tale, that they called an Odyssey, and she was reminded of herself. Though he had taken only twenty years to return home, her journey of a thousand was not so dissimilar.)
As she moved to examine the shelves she nodded.
"For those, or for anything that stands out. These archives were often built with hidden chambers, and there may be a way to open one. If you see a pattern that seems broken or out of place, try removing either the incorrect book or one to either side. That was a popular way to hide such switches."
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