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Message: <blockquote data-quote="simmo" data-source="post: 1415378" data-attributes="member: 9744">chapter 4 The Great Malkir MarchMalkir walked in to the room and sat down on a small stool. He exchanged brief greetings with the others and they went back to their original discussion. Serena filled Malkir in on what they'd discussed before by summarizing it briefly."What about Nyon?" Andrew asked, curious to find out more about the small god of Fate and Destiny."Nyon is very weak," the seer said with a hint of sadness. "He is dying.""Weak as in not strong or not powerful?" Andrew asked, confused by Serena's response."I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders and hugged a pillow to her chest. "He does not have many worshippers and is losing power.""OK, so not powerful as opposed to weak." Andrew said clarifying Serena's comment."It sounds like another deity that we are dealing with right now," Littleby said having sat and listened in silence.Serena gasped and sat up on the bed. "Now that is not something that has crossed my mind before.""Well it is a god eat god world." Andrew quipped and they all laughed."That is a horrendously plausible idea." Malkir stated, banishing the laughter from the room."Isn't it just," Serena replied."If indeed I am Diverging again." Malkir unconsciously rubbed his lower back. "There are probably many versions of me roaming the Multiverse with the same set of runes on their backs. Raising the awareness of Orcus.""You know the rest of all have no problem at all staying in the same person," Andrew laughed and the other joined in as well. The night was almost over and the darkness outside the tavern was beginning to lift.."I don't seem to have a great deal of control about it at this present time," Malkir replied with a simple shrug of the shoulders."He appeared to be displeased that you were diverging." Littleby was not convinced that Nyon could also be the dead god Orcus as some of the pieces in the puzzle did not fit logically. "That was the impression that I got.""I think that he is displeased at no temple being built, but also that he Converged in the first place." Serena could not make up her mind about whether who Nyon was and was not. It was all very confusing, especially after a long day's travel. "He wanted to have many Malkirs running around with the runes on their backs, dedicated to him.""If that is correct," the dwarven scholar decided to keep an open mind on who and what Nyon might be, but the evidence so far indicated that he was not a dead god returned."I hate to say it but I think that Littleby is right," Serena had made up her mind that Nyon might very well be the dead god brought back to life somehow and now masquerading as another deity."So you think that somewhat inadvertently I am raising the number of..." Malkir tried to think of what the effects of multiples of him running around might mean. He'd never come across one of his Divergent selves, but had witnessed the results of their activities."No of course not." Littleby took the scholarly approach that would have made a Guvner proud and examined the evidence from all angles. "Because like it or not we all have potentially an infinite number of divergent selves. Sorry to burst your bubble Malkir.""However, I am one of the select few that we know about who has Diverged." Malkir pointed out."Malkir, would it be feasible that when we go back to Sigil that you go back to the tavern?" Serena had heard only a little about the Convergence and her intuition told her that the answer might lie in the place where it took place."Hmm, I'll go back to Crowson and have a chat." Malkir laughed at the thought of turning up on Crowson's doorstep and telling him that he'd Diverged. As he laughed, his voice became amplified as if there were many voices all laughing at the same time. The others who were in the room saw Malkir had changed and in the place of a single person sitting down, there were hundreds of people all occupying the same space - each super-imposed upon the other.Serena gasped in surprise and moved away from him on the bed. "Sweet Tomeri, Malkir look at yourself." "I feel myself." Malkir had stopped laughing and did not feel any different to before."Yes," Andrew confirmed. "There was something strange going on.""Well," the mystic looked troubled by what the others had told him and a vague memory was lurking at the back of his mind. "If there are two of you saying it then perhaps there is something wrong." "I though that I saw Captain Malkir." Littleby stared intensely at the mystic as if he was seeing many people in the same place. "Do it again.""I'd rather not," the mystic replied, genuinely concerned about what happened."Are you feeling OK?" Serena asked, worried that Malkir might have changed in some way by the brief moment of Divergence."Yes," the mystic replied, not feeling in any way different or ill. "Well do you want to describe what you saw?""There were lot of transparent.." Serena tried to describe it but words failed her."Have you ever stood between two mirrors and there are copies of you as far as the eye can see?" Andrew asked."Yes," Malkir replied, not sure what Andrew was getting at."Well, it was like that but they were all different." Andrew sat back in his seat, satisfied that he'd described it well."Ah. That would be a Convergence." Malkir nodded, having finally remembered where he'd heard many of his voice all at the same time. When he was on the Outlands travelling to Curst and he had recorded a description of the portal on the crystal mimir. As he listened to the recording of his voice, for a moment he'd heard his voice multiplied many times."Your voice sounded like there were many." Serena commented."It has happened before." Malkir stated. The image that Andrew's words had conjured in his mind helped to sort out the various parts of himself. In the tower he'd seen the most likely versions of himself, but the mystic realised that there might be more. By lining them up on either side of himself mentally he could imagine a long line stretching out in both directions forever."So much research," the dwarven scholar said with a sigh. "So what you are saying is that Agar is and always was Nyon?""Yes." Malkir replied, certain that the elderly merchant was the same as Nyon. "The way he walked in his smug way and revealed something to us.""We could ask him tomorrow," Littleby suggested."I would not count on that," Serena commented as she climbed off the bed."Well, Deus is following the modrons. We'll see him tomorrow." Littleby thought about going to ask the halfling merchant right now, but realised that he might be indisposed."I would not count on that either." Serena shook her head and got ready to return to her room."Malkir, be well." The heart seer of Tomeri gave the mystic a big hug and a small kiss on the cheek."Yes, if I come down in the morning looking different...." The mystic was unsure of what advise to give his friends. "Then pause.""What about if six or seven hundred of you come down," Andrew joked."I'm not paying for all of them to have breakfast," Littleby muttered and the others laughed."The great Malkir March, but not so organised." Malkir joined in with a laugh of his own. Serena gave him another quick hug and drew on her strength as a heart seer to give her friend some additional strength. Malkir returned to his room and so did the others, finally getting to sleep as the village of Ecstasy was just waking up.</blockquote>

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