[Mkguild] Divine Travails of Rats - Pars VI. Acceptio (n) - THE END

[C. Matthias]

Thank you very much for these kind words, 
Hallan!  It is for me, an act of love to tell 
these stories for the characters are and their 
struggles are dear to me.  They are people at 
times I wish I could be and at times I wish I 
could be best friends with, and at other times, 
folks I wish I could brain over the head with a pot!

As for Nocturna and Alexastra, my apologies.  I 
was given to understand that she hadn't been 
told.  If you have a suggestion to revise that 
one moment, please send it my way and I'll fix 
things up to accord with what you intend.

May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,

Charles Matthias


At 07:27 AM 8/3/2015, Hallan Mirayas wrote:
>Excellent story, MattRat!  You are the 
>ur-example that I hold up when telling people 
>about Metamor Keep, and this really showcases 
>why.  Fantastic characters, vivid settings, 
>intricately woven plots...  beautiful.  Just one 
>tiny, tiny quibble... I -was- planning on having 
>Alexastra told who her mother was.
>
>Aside from that, please continue to make mine Metamor!
>
>Hallan
>
>
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>Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2015 05:47:11 -0400
>To: MKGuild at lists.integral.org
>From: jagille3 at vt.edu
>Subject: [Mkguild] Divine Travails of Rats - Pars VI. Acceptio (n) - THE END
>
>This is the final part of the story that Ryx and 
>I have been working on for the last two 
>years.  I'm sorry it has taken so long to share 
>but here is its final moments.  Do let me know 
>what you thought of the tale!  Some thoughts of 
>my own to follow tomorrow.  Thank you to 
>everyone who has shared this journey with us over the years!
>
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>
>Metamor Keep: Divine Travails of Rats
>by Charles Matthias and Ryx
>
>Pars VI: Acceptio
>
>(n)
>
>
>Wednesday, June 23, 724 CR, Evening
>
>
>This was not the Temple, Charlie realized when 
>he opened his eyes and stared up at the wispy 
>moonlit silver of mares' tails scratched across 
>the star dappled darkness above. A breeze 
>whispered across his whiskers, cooling the edges 
>of his ears and filling them with the quiet 
>rattle of leafless branches. At his back was a 
>cold hardness; no bed, nor table or bench, but stone.
>
>Something cracked in the darkness, a 
>reverberating peal of thunder that whipped away 
>the clouds and sent the bracken into a frenzy of 
>fearful rattling. The fullness of the moon gazed 
>down upon him, occluded by two forms that 
>towered above him though only one cast a shadow. 
>To his right towered a feathered pillar of 
>fearsome black, slender arms ending in taloned 
>hands that clawed at the night. To his left a 
>shorter form, stout and familiar, looking up at 
>the black monument of feathers and terror.
>
>“A soul for a soul in return, mistress.” The 
>shorter form spoke, his voice hardened with 
>resolve but torn beneath with the choice he made. “That is what I offer.”
>
>Another voice gasped in the moonlit darkness but 
>Charlie could not see the speaker, decrying the 
>bargain being struck. The raven held up an arm, 
>fingers splayed in a halting gesture toward the 
>unseen plaintiff. Charlie could only gaze up at 
>the two; rat and raven glaring at one another 
>over the stone upon which he lay, immobile and 
>mute. His sire lowered his head slowly, bringing 
>his gaze down upon him, and Charlie saw the pain 
>within his dark eyes. But there was something 
>else, both within and without that gaze. A 
>hardness, a resolve, but neither was truly of 
>the rat that bore them. At his side a shadow 
>shimmered, vaguely rat-like in form but as much 
>misty serpent whispering into one of the rat’s 
>ears. As Charlie gazed into the grief of his 
>father’s gaze he saw his eyes harden, the 
>muscles of his jaws clench as he came to the culmination of a path chosen.
>
>“This is what I offer,” Charles said, without 
>looking up, reaching out one hand as if to touch 
>his abandoned son. The shifting darkness at his 
>side became more substantial at the resolve in 
>Charles’ voice, pressing closer, casting its 
>dark shadow across him, all the while whispering into his ear.
>
>“The bargain is struck.” The raven croaked 
>flatly, as if both pleased and offended that her 
>demands would be considered at all, much less 
>met. “The exchange is agreed.” To seal the 
>bargain the raven’s head darted forward, easily 
>twice the size of the rat's head toward which it 
>struck. But when her beak snapped shut it was 
>not upon Charlie’s father, but rather the shadow 
>whispering in his ear. Blood glistened, 
>lingering in the air an inch from the closed 
>beak, but the source of the blood was no longer present.
>
>In the instant the razor's edge of the beak 
>closed the shadow at Charles’ ear expanded, 
>losing form as it enshrouded the rat, and he was 
>simply gone. The raven reared upright, her vast 
>wings flaring wide, and that hanging drop of 
>blood landed upon the stone near Charlie with a quiet pat.
>
>“Where did he go?” A surprised voice called out. 
>A new form appeared at Charlie’s right side, but 
>not that of a rat. The tall, slender frame of 
>his adoptive father strode into view, looking at 
>the ground as if it had become a predator of rats.
>
>“Where he must.” The raven croaked quietly.
>
>“Where?!” Malger demanded again, glaring up at 
>the taller bird. “He needs my escort here, his 
>Dream is too deep! He cannot wake before danger, here!”
>
>“He is not Here.”
>
>“Where, then, has he gone? Let me go to him, 
>Nocturna!” Frightfully bold, the marten, making 
>demands of a goddess. But she was also, on these 
>realms, as much a wife as he could have. He was 
>not her equal, but in some ways he was more 
>powerful even than she, because life beat within his breast.
>
>“You cannot, love. You are bound here. He has 
>gone beyond; deeper. He has crossed the Bridge to Lilith’s domain.”
>
>Malger’s jaw dropped, aghast, his entire posture 
>horrified, and furious. “She will kill him!”
>
>“She will not.” Nocturna shook her head slowly. 
>“She, truly, can not. He has a guardian to see 
>him safely through to the end of his quest. It 
>girds his mortal soul from the touch of any of 
>Us, light and dark alike. I cannot strip that 
>from him; only he can cast it off.”
>
>Malger finally seemed to realize what his 
>Goddess was saying, his posture growing stiff. 
>“The shadow, again? It has attempted to take 
>them all; only he remains.” He raised a hand to 
>his brow and groaned. “And I brought him on this path!”
>
>“All found the paths upon which to take their journey, my dear.”
>
>“I must awake, the others need to be warned.”
>
>“Tell only one, Malger, who awaits with you. He 
>has prepared, and knows what to do.”
>
>“What of him?” Malger finally sighed, looking 
>down at Charlie for the first time, worry writ 
>plain upon his angular muzzle. He was younger, 
>here, less hardened by his life of politics and 
>intrigue. “Has Charles truly abandoned his son to you?”
>
>“Has he?” Charlie found himself speaking, but 
>there were none to speak to. Malger was gone, as 
>was the towering form of the Raven.
>
>“No.” A voice far softer than the bird reached 
>his ears and Charlie sat up. He found that he 
>had been lying upon the same altar that he had 
>seen his father place him upon; an offering to 
>Nocturna. He sighed and bowed his head, for all 
>that he had witnessed was true, it had come to fruition.
>
>His father's tale, vast and powerful, could not 
>take away the bargain. He had been sacrificed for a ghost.
>
>“And, yet, you were not.” The same voice again, 
>gently admonishing. Charlie raised his gaze to 
>find a rat standing between the stones where 
>once the Raven had towered. Black of coat and 
>blue of eye she wore a simple, if elegant, gown 
>of shimmering black silk. Such was always 
>Nocturna’s choice of costume for the realm of 
>Dreams was a place with little color save what 
>those who dreamed brought with them.
>
>Charlie swept an arm across the top of the tor, 
>taking in the massive stone plinths and altar 
>stone upon which he sat, “What, then, is this if 
>not a place of sacrifice? Of bargains? Of selling and purchasing?”
>
>“It is a place like any other, Charlie.” 
>Nocturna admonished softly, “Like a fountain or 
>a crossroads or a market stall. Simply a place.” 
>She did not approach any closer than the ring of 
>stones, her hands clasped demurely before her 
>stomach. This was the first time in all of his 
>years that Charlie had seen her take on the 
>guise of a rat. It struck him profoundly and he found himself gasping at it.
>
>Nocturna, a being of the Dreams as much as its 
>Deity, was not limited to a single aspect; she 
>was change, malleable to her own whim and the 
>needs of the dream. For Malger she had once been 
>human in appearance, unchanging, until he 
>himself had lost the form he had been born to 
>and became a pine marten. So she had changed, 
>for his sake, assuming the forms of many species in his Dreams, save for a few.
>
>Since the curse took Malger she had never 
>against assumed the form of a human. Since 
>Misanthe had come to his side she had never 
>against become a fox. Since Charles had become 
>his son she had not become a rat – until now, in his painful dream.
>
>“WHY?” He rasped, slapping the stone. “Why did 
>you bring him to do this? To give me to you?!”
>
>“He did not, Charlie. He never did.”
>
>“Then why am I on this bedamned stone?” He 
>slapped the altar again, glaring at her.
>
>“I planted a seed, a thought, an idea of a 
>realization that must come, in time.”
>
>Charlie rolled his eyes and slid off the stone. 
>After a moment glaring down at it he reached 
>down to grasp its edge with both hands. Despite 
>being as massive as a castle gate he flung it up 
>and cast it away, but only as far as the circle 
>of stones. It slammed against the plinths with a 
>muted crash and fell to the earth, broken into 
>halves. “What are you blathering about, 
>Nocturna?” He snarled without looking at her, 
>glaring instead at the broken stone.
>
>The matronly black mouse did not take affront at 
>his angry boldness and momentary tantrum. “You 
>are a Dreamer, Charlie. It was born to you, as 
>it was to Malger. But you lacked a very 
>important path to its realization that Malger had.”
>
>Crossing his arms over his chest Charlie turned 
>to lean his hip against the empty pedestal upon 
>which the altar stone had rested. “What was that?”
>
>“A corrupt priest.” Nocturna shrugged her 
>feminine shoulders, long tail swaying back and 
>forth in the darkness behind her.
>
>“A what?”
>
>“Malger was brought up into Eli’s House, he knew 
>nothing of the Pantheon. Nothing of the Dreams 
>into which he could stride, unknowing. Had he 
>kept the Yew the darkness of his sleep would 
>have driven him mad, despite what I was teaching 
>him.” Nocturna finally paced slowly into the 
>ring of stones, her fingers trailing lightly 
>along the edge of one half of the altar slab 
>where it rested propped against the plinth that 
>broke it. “But he was turned away from Eli by 
>darkness in another, the very Priest of his 
>sire’s House. His anger at that corruption 
>opened his heart and mind to my touch, and my 
>instruction, though he knew me not.”
>
>“You were Mosha to him, then.”
>
>“And ever would I have been, but for that skunk, Murikeer.”
>
>“Who brought all of this about.” Once more 
>Charlie waved a hand to take in the henge.
>
>“In passing, but that was his fate.” Nocturna 
>paced slowly about within the limits of the 
>stone circle. “But Malger had earned that love 
>long before Murikeer forced my hand, in taking from me a mighty burden.”
>
>“This still does not answer my question, 
>Nocturna.” Charlie muttered with a frown, 
>watching the Goddess of Dreams pace a wide 
>circle around him. “Why did you force Charles to 
>choose between me and a ghost.”
>
>“No, Charlie, he never chose. He fought, with 
>every last fiber of his very being, and 
>continues to fight to this day. It was the 
>shadow that chose, not its bearer. You know this 
>already for you have heard it from him.” 
>Nocturna’s voice took on some of the crushing 
>power that Charlie had sensed from the Raven; 
>the Presence of a deity speaking down upon a 
>mere mortal who challenged it. His heart skipped 
>a beat and Charlie wilted a little under her 
>flat stare. “But you lacked an escape, Charlie. 
>The seed had to be planted, for what you are 
>could not be embraced by what you would have been.”
>
>“Riddles.” Charlie scoffed, though with less vehemence.
>
>“You would have been of Eli’s House, Charlie. 
>You would have lacked the influence of a corrupt 
>touch to make you question that faith. And, yet, 
>you would have been a Dreamer as your father is, 
>nonetheless.” Nocturna stopped pacing, her hand 
>resting lightly upon the aged stone face of a 
>plinth at which her piercing blue gaze was 
>directed. “The dichotomy weighed heavily even 
>upon Malger, though he was growing ever more 
>distant from the Ecclesia at the time due to the 
>evil of one man. Even had I come to you, in time 
>your faith would have pushed me away, and yet you would still Dream.”
>
>“As Malger has told me, many times, over the 
>years. It would have driven me mad.”
>
>“To the deeper grief of your sire, dam, and 
>family than they now suffer, as you fell apart 
>before them and they could do nothing to help 
>because they would never have known the reason 
>of it. The loss of Ladero was a distant wound, 
>suffered long after the blade had fallen. But it 
>cut deeply, its agony keen, and its injury was 
>so grievous it left a place for the shadow to 
>fester. But your loss, protracted over time and 
>lack of understanding, would have been a fierce 
>bludgeon that would have crushed his spirit. And 
>in so doing, it would have devastated the 
>entirety of your family.” Nocturna turned her 
>gaze from the stone toward him, one arm slowly 
>waving to encompass the scene. “So, I had to 
>plant the seeds of knowledge within his heart, 
>even as the shadow sought to corrupt his soul to its own ends.”
>
>“So that he could give me up?”
>
>“So that he would know why he must, and he 
>could, and not lose you to the madness which 
>would have come otherwise.” Coming forward the 
>Goddess rested a hand lightly upon his shoulder, 
>her eyes incongruously blue against the black 
>fur and flesh of her rat face. “All he lost in 
>the bargain was your name, Charlie. He never 
>lost his son. But, in the end, it was never for 
>his own peace that I led him to bring you to 
>me.” Her hand dropped, touching the tip of one 
>finger over his heart before drawing away. “It 
>was for you, and this one moment.”
>
>Charlie raised a single brow, his scalloped ears 
>cupping forward. “This moment? What of it?”
>
>“This is the moment of choosing, Charlie. Lune 
>or Yew, you can choose.” She turned slightly, 
>raising her gaze toward the ever present moon 
>that hung over Her realm. “I can take away that 
>which keeps you from your sire.”
>
>“I don’t understand.”
>
>“I can take the Dream, Charlie.” Nocturna admitted softly. “If you ask.”
>
>Charlie leaned back upon the pedestal, struck 
>dumb by that one simple statement. “You can?” He 
>gaped, aghast. “You could, had I ever asked?!” 
>Slowly Nocturna nodded, not turning her gaze 
>from the moon. “Why, then, did you never tell me?”
>
>“Because you never asked, Charlie. And because 
>it would have cost me a son, myself.”
>
>Charlie’s muzzle opened to speak, but no words 
>escaped. His thoughts reeled and stumbled about 
>within his mind and all he could do for several 
>moments was blink, muzzle opening to speak only 
>to close without a word emerging. He stepped 
>away from the pedestal and paced away from 
>Nocturna. “What son? I’ve never known you to 
>harbor children as the other aedra or daedra have.”
>
>“I have, twice before.” Nocturna admitted. “The 
>first I surrendered to Man that he might Dream, 
>eons ago when the Pantheon was young. Another to 
>one I thought was a kindred spirit, but I was 
>duped and she was stolen away from me.” Her 
>voice trailed off with a sigh, tail stilling and 
>ears backing upon her black head. “I see her yet, though she does not know me.”
>
>“And, the son?”
>
>Nocturna turned to look over her shoulder, one brow raised. “You, Charlie.”
>
>Charlie scowled, arms crossing upon his breast. “I am not your son, Nocturna.”
>
>She nodded, “Not of flesh or spirit, but through 
>the Dream, and Malger your father, I have known 
>you from the earliest of your years. Had not 
>Malger stolen the burden of grief from my 
>shoulders I would never have had concern for 
>your life, Charlie. I would have taken you or 
>let you languish into madness without concern, 
>but for his interference. Because I forced him 
>to acknowledge me as I am, and not the guise of 
>Mosha, I have been forced to bring you to know 
>me as well.” She turned finally, to meet his 
>incredulous stare, one hand resting over her 
>heart. “And in so bringing you to know me, I 
>have been brought to know you.” Turning her hand 
>from its place over her heart she reached out to 
>touch Charlie's breast over his own heart. “You are, then, a son to me.”
>
>Charlie could only chuff, stunned at that admission, lost for words.
>
>All of what she had done, to bring him to this moment.
>
>“I can choose?”
>
>“Yes, Charlie.” Nocturna nodded slowly. “I can 
>grant the gift, and I can take it away.”
>
>“You gave it to me in the first place?”
>
>“Not by direct intention, no. I offered up my 
>first born child that mortals could Dream as you 
>and your father do. In that, yes, I gifted the 
>Dream to you. But I did not reach out and give it to you as I did Misanthe.”
>
>“Then how did I get this, Nocturna? My sire, my 
>dam, their entire line
 none of them bent to the Pantheon.”
>
>“Nor did Malger’s, yet still he Dreams, as did others in his lineage.”
>
>“You can
 let me be as Charles would have wished? A normal son, like Erick?”
>
>Frowning, Nocturna nodded. Charlie noticed that 
>her hands clutched each other more tightly upon 
>the stomach of her black gown. “Yes, Charlie.”
>
>“Can you take something else?”
>
>Her eyes came up and she tilted her head slightly. “Something else?”
>
>“The Nightmare.”
>
>Nocturna’s brows drew down slightly, confusion 
>making her whiskers twitch. “You bear them, 
>Charlie, as they are a Dreamer’s duty.”
>
>“No, Nocturna, not my Nightmare. My father’s; 
>Charles. You gave them, can you not take them away?”
>
>“Guilt gives them, Charlie, not I. He decries me 
>more than I believe he does any of the Pantheon, 
>moreso even than the Daedra, for what he feels I have done to him.”
>
>“Because of what he was, has been, forced to 
>do!” Charlie pleaded. “And he suffers for it! 
>This dream, this place, plagues him such that I 
>was pulled into it. I have felt how it tears at him!”
>
>Nocturna tilted her head slightly and raised 
>both brows, the pink flesh of her black furred 
>ears pinning forward. “You ask that I take his nightmares? What of your Dream?”
>
>Striding forward Charlie reached out and rested 
>both hands upon her shoulders. “I am yours, 
>Nocturna. Did you take the Dream I would still 
>be, for I have known you as both goddess and 
>matron; mother. But my sire has been tortured 
>enough. Please, take these dreams from him.” 
>Stepping back slightly he dropped his hands from 
>her shoulders and moved to bend a knee before 
>her. “Give him peace and I will offer my soul to you, freely.”
>
>Surprisingly strong hands for such a petite 
>frame captured Charlie’s upper arms before he 
>could kneel, holding him upright. “Peace is his, 
>Charlie. I cannot take from him his sense of 
>guilt, but I can take the dreams that dredge it 
>up afresh.” Releasing his upper arms she moved 
>her hands to his shoulders and held him at their 
>length. “I have never asked your father to bow 
>before me, Charlie, as a supplicant to my 
>sphere. I will not ask it of you, either. Your 
>soul is yours.” With a smile pulling at the 
>corners of her muzzle her blue eyes twinkled. 
>“And, you know Me, as you do your mothers both, 
>and only beyond that as a goddess. No faith will 
>ever bar you from that knowledge, no matter how 
>closely you cleave. If you turn your gaze toward 
>Eli you will not close yourself to me. I will be here for you, always.”
>
>“And I for you, Mother.”
>
>The dark-furred rat allowed her smile to stretch 
>nearly the full length of her muzzle. “Thank 
>you, my son.” Her hand touched the fur at his 
>cheek much as his mother did to show affection 
>when in the public eye. For a moment it seemed 
>she might do more, but then she turned her gaze 
>toward a moonlit path leading away from the plinths. “Are you ready?”
>
>She did not need to ask any further. “I am, Mother. And, for my father?”
>
>Her smile did not waver. “He will sleep in peace 
>from this night forward, my son.”
>
>Charlie sighed and smiled. “Thank you.” He took 
>a step toward the plinths, and then passed 
>through to the path beyond. A few steps and he 
>turned to look back, but plinths, shattered 
>table, and the rat who was Nocturna were gone. 
>Only the bright moon remained to cast its silver 
>glow upon the land of dreams. He would not see the dread bargain again.
>
>“I have so many mothers!” He chortled to himself 
>as he returned to his nightwatch over the dreams of Keepers.
>
>----------
>
>Thursday, June 24, 724 CR, Ere the Dawn
>
>
>Charlie rose early the next morning before 
>either Hogue or Jackson could stir him. He 
>slipped on his robe and quietly made his way 
>through the fresh thrushes, tiptoeing past his 
>body servants as they slumbered on their cots 
>between his quarters and the hall. The whole 
>house was silent; not even Jeremias the Chandler 
>was up to light the hall lamps. As a rat Charlie 
>did not need the extra light and knew every passage in the Sutt home by heart.
>
>But his nose did detect a familiar musk that had 
>recently trod the hall. He followed the scent 
>out to the main family hall and smiled when he 
>saw his father leaning against one of the narrow 
>windows overlooking Keeptowne. Through that window he would see the dawn come.
>
>The rat's entrance did not go unnoticed. His 
>father smiled to him and beckoned him to come 
>closer with one paw. Charlie continued to walk 
>as silently as he could across the rich carpets 
>until he was at his father's side. They both 
>gazed into an indigo sky as one by one the stars 
>dwindled from sight. Neither said anything for several minutes.
>
>It was Malger who broke the silence though only 
>in a whisper. “Dawn will be here soon.”
>
>Charlie nodded, twitching his whiskers. “And the 
>streets will be clogged with travelers trying to leave Keeptowne.”
>
>“Euper will be overrun for two days.”
>
>“It will be at least three before life returns to normal.”
>
>“At least.”
>
>Charlie said nothing for a time and neither did 
>Malger. After a minute of silence the marten 
>lifted one arm and set a hand upon his son's 
>shoulders to pull him closer. Charlie leaned 
>into his father and smiled. His father smiled in return.
>
>“I spoke to Nocturna last night, as promised.”
>
>“And?”
>
>Charlie took a deep breath, straightening to his 
>normal height, and let his powerful rodentine 
>incisors show fully with his smile. “I Dream, 
>still. I'm ready to seek a thief with you, 
>Father.” The fingers of one hand rose to touch 
>the glimmering mithril crescent moon pendant upon its chain about his neck.
>
>“It will be difficult. We only have another 
>month before your mother, sister and I must leave for Breckaris.”
>
>Charlie stood taller on his toes. “We are Sutt, Father. We will catch him.”
>
>Malger pulled him tighter. The first rays of the 
>rising sun glinted off the marten's fangs as he smiled.
>
>
>
>**** THE END ****
>
>----------
>
>May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,
>
>Charles Matthias
>
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