WHITE DEATH, 100 YR (LUNA MIRA [LUCEAM], FAUSTEIN KUROYAKUSHI [KUROFAUSTΩ])

Luna was not entirely happy as she slowly came into town on a camel drawn carriage. She was referred personally by the Council of Sages to the Sultan and told that she would accept the job, all before Luna would know of it. She had made plans elsewhere but was forced to cancel them when the messenger failed in due diligence and Luna learned at the last minute. So in turn Luna was forced to leave for an unknown period at the drop of a dime when she learned that not only was the job out of Fiore, but it was with a Sultan of Desierto of all possible clients.  Luna knew that failing to arrive at this point or trying to call off would be a dangerous political move, as it would ruin the Council's name, her name, and jeopardize all relationships involved. Namely her tribe's with the Council, and the trust of the Sultan in the Council.


So in order to avoid catastrophe, using the Elifa Von, Luna managed to open a portal to Desierto before taking a carriage to the palace. Once out of the car, she adjusted her beige cloak over her natural attire as she looked around until she was approached by a well dressed man accompanied by two guards. "Are you the mage of the nature council?" He asked and Luna nodded as she removed her hood. "Lunaris Mira, recommended by Council of Sages and summoned by the Sultan."

Luna was instructed to follow the man as he lead her into the audience chamber, and informed her that she would have to wait for the Sultan to be ready to meet with both her and the other. Luna looked around the room till her eyes were caught by the scientist mage before her as she started to wonder what was going on. She was not sure what to expect. Though she had mixed feelings about seeing the man, though it did raise and answer many questions. "Faustein? You were called as well? Guess it makes sense..." She said as she was walking about the room while collecting her thoughts on the matter. "Sultan called on the Council of Sages, a small scale international group that my tribe holds a seat in. Typically called in when something unnatural happens that defies nature itself. However if they also called a scientist... What exactly is the problem? I was promised to show up but not told I was until the last minute, only thing I know is something about a white death?" She asked as she hoped that Faustein would have more knowledge about the subject.


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"I see, so we're in the same boat relatively speaking. I didn't have the luxury of time to spare to look around like I normally would." Luna explained as she listened to the scientist's explanation regarding the circumstances surrounding their current meeting from his perspective, and was not entirely shocked to find that he did not have the full scope of the situation either. However she sensed a life force of a man coming into the room behind her, one that was rather younger then she was expecting. "Quite astute, both of you." came the voice of a young Disertian man and Luna would turn around quickly. "Sultan!" She said before bowing and taking a knee before the man. He was lavishly dressed, and had a stubble beard, his age was somewhere between seventeen to nineteen years of age. Luna knew better then to avoid offending the customs of foreign nobles as they were not the best people to have as enemies.

The Sultan noted the response of the Fae, and albeit being humbled by the response, he had neither the time nor the patience for such. "Ah, you must be the emissary of the Council of Sages, LuShirain, the rumors and tales say you are a elegant woman matched by your instinct of healing, and also quite the Goddess on the battlefield. It is a shame for any custom to force such a beauty onto the floor, please, take a seat." He said much to his advisors dismay as they had a bad feeling about the Sultan's flirting getting out of hand again. "It is an honor to have any of your Nature Fae and Vishda kin in our country, I hope your welcome was generous."  he said in a gentle tone before Luna would get up slowly move over to take a seat.

The Sultan's gaze would trail over towards the other mage that took this job as he looked over at Faustein. "You must be Mr. Fist right?" He said looking over at Faustein before one of his advisors whispered the correct name into his ear. "Ah, my apologies Mr Fountein-" Followed by yet another correction whispered into his ear by the advisor. "Fraudrein?" He said trying to correct himself but once again having the correct name whispered into his ears. "Frostwein?" He said as he was starting to get less sure each time as the advisors kept whispering the correct name. "Ah, Mr. Johansion!" The advisor rubbed the bridge of his nose frustrated. "Not even close, my apologies Mr. Faustein, he is not well versed in foreign names..."

The Sultan would slowly walk over and take his seat as  he looked at the two mages, leaning back casually before he began to compose himself. "Regardless, I thank you both for coming on such short notice of request, as you both guessed, we require the services of skilled mages not just in the art of combat, but in the scholar disciplines as well. Allow me to explain." he said before snapping his fingers and one of the advisors placed down a few photos on a table showing the various debris of wanton destruction, with snow, ice, water, and slush around the scenes, and even giant footprints in the ground.


"As you can see, there has been a storm raging throughout the lands unleashing devastating frost and damage, changing up the very landscape with a single step." The Sultan explained as Luna examined the photos, noting the four towed footprint and tried to compare it to any race she knew of. She met a giantess before, one who had perfect human shaped feet. "According to witness testimony, no one could see the feet that made these feet shaped craters, but there were rumors about seeing a face inside the storm... which is why I called upon the Council of Sages. As there are two theories, either there is something about this land in which was never retold even in our fables, this is unnatural work of magic, or the work of gods."

Luna seemed to almost be caught off guard by the last statement but not entirely so, she was familiar with various deities as she did possess a close relationship with the goddess of harvest. She studied the pictures carefully and played out the situation in her mind to the best of her abilities. "Most assuredly unnatural... Could be a semi-revived god..." She said tapping her chin casually as the Nobleman and his advisors. "Semi revived? What do you mean? Deities are powerful beings, they are either existing or they never have!" One said as he was almost convinced that the Fae was speaking heresy.

Luna sighed as she knew this was not going to be an easy explanation. "Well putting God and Goddess Slayer Magic aside, allow me to explain a bit more about the nature of Gods. Gods are powerful sure, immortal yes, not totally invulnerable. There are two aspects to a God, one is themselves, the other is the faith. A God can receive power from faith. On the rare occassion a God is killed, they can be revived in a few ways, but the most critical element is faith." She explained as she would fold over the picture and pull a pen from her pocket, drawing two circles of different sizes, writing God and Faith in the large and smaller one respectfully before drawing to explain her points. "If someone where to provide enough power to either, they could revive one without the other completely, but either through a miscast or an intense lack of faith, the God risks being revived incomplete, and not totally their former self, thus becoming Semi-revived, not at full power, and most of the time not even fully there in the head." She explained before putting the pen down and flipping the picture back over. The advisors murmured amongst themselves and the Sultan looked troubled. "So you think an undead God is the culprit?"

Luna shook her head as she was not quite willing to go that far as of yet. She hadn't even had a chance to see the crime scenes to sense any residual traces so she could not admit to such an intense possibility. "No, I was merely explaining a potential outcome if it is divine in origin, Semi-revived gods often struggle to maintain a corporeal form and unable to return to their divine form. But if you want my honest guess, I'd say we're dealing with a lost frost giant who's reacting to Diesertian climate like a magically trained child does to allergies. Either that or elaborate illusion and frost magic intertwined." She explained poignantly before the Sultan turned towards Faustein.

"What about you Mr. Faucetcleaner-" The Sultan said before the Advisor whispered the correct name into his ear again. "right, Mr. Fastmind, what do you think of her theory, could hers hold any weight?" He would ask the scientist.

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