Rage of the Ancient Gods, 2

Posted: May 29, 2010 in DnD
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[Well now!  Not only is there a second part, there will be a third and possibly another.  This is taking on a life of its own, lol]

Lachesis felt a chill run through her body; something was wrong. She glanced at her sisters as they moved about the room but either they hadn’t felt the shift or they didn’t care. The chill ran down her spine once more and this time she noticed her sisters quiver just as she did. Both stopped their chores and turned to look at Lachesis.

“You felt it?” Lachesis asked.  Clotho bit her lower lip and nodded, glancing at the eldest who nodded in kind.  “What could this mean?”

Atropos took in a slow breath before leaning her broom against the wall.  “We need to check on the tapestry.”

The younger two sisters didn’t say a word as they followed Atropos down the windowless hall.  The temperature was dropping the closer they got the atrium, though none of them would have noticed the change if it wasn’t for the clouds that escaped them as they breathed.  Atropos pushed the double doors open with ease but stopped in the doorway, her eyes wide as she stared at the grand tapestry.  Her sister mimicked her alarmed expression.  To the untrained eye the tapestry looked like a rainbow of interwoven strings but to the sisters they saw the history of the current world, and something had been changed.

“No, no, no!” Lachesis cried, rushing towards the tapestry.  She spotted the offending string and knew how it had originally been laid out, yet here it was on a different path.  Lachesis followed the string with her fingers, reading it like only she and her sister could, and bemoaned what she saw.

Clotho rushed to her sister’s side, taking hold of Lachesis and pulling her away from the tapestry.  “What’s happened?”

“Someone has tampered with a man’s fate,” Lachesis replied.  “So many things have shifted but it is not our doing.”

Atropos joined her siblings and stared at the tapestry.  “Who’s handy work is this?”

“One of our own.”  Clotho looked through the atrium’s ceiling and stared at the endless night above them.  “No human and none of the gods of their worship have the power, nor courage, to enter our home let alone to tamper with the Fabric.”

Rage slowly took over Atropos’ calm demeanor as she stared at the tapestry.  “Eris,” she hissed.

“No!” Lachesis spat.  “Even she-”

“You know she would,” Atropos snorted.  “She listens to no-one’s rule but her own, unless it suits her fancy.”

Clotho’s mouth settled into a solemn line, “What can we do?  Unweaving is forbidden, even to us.”

Atropos took Lachesis’ face into her hands and the sisters looked each other in the eye.  “Can you rewrite their fates, sister?”

“I must read them all to see what misfortune will befall us all,” Lachesis replied, “but it is possible.”

“Please do so while your sister and I speak with mother.”

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