\Zelretch! The troll —
Seriousness? When has that mattered to a magus, Zelretch?! The troll. . . a troll. Answer me, why would you choose a troll to be your apprentice?!
I didn’t choose him. I found him near a bridge, his bridge to be exact.
You. . . so that’s the game you’ve selected. The descendants of the Jotunn that have become steeped in fairytales. Is he false fae? No, the original Nordic factor is enough if you cultivate it properly. Trolls live under bridges because rivers, large bodies of water are places of transition, but you’re having him move beyond that, aren’t you? The kaleidoscopic bridge of Norse myth, the Bifrost, a path between Heaven and Earth, world to world, and like the Jotunn to Ragnarok, he shall traverse it to invade the realm of the gods. With that, your troll apprentice steps into the domain of the Second Magic.
What? Oh, hmmm. I’ve never thought about it like that before. No. That doesn’t make any sense. That’s a nice little theory, but simply that, a theory. The reality is much simpler. I made Retch my apprentice because he chose to cross his bridge. It’s an event as simple as tripping over a r — Hmmm, I’m too liberal with that expression. He crossed a bridge.
Anyone can cross a bridge. Some will even pay the troll toll to steal boys' souls.
Not a bridge troll. A bridge troll lives under the bridge. As you said, large bodies of water are places of power, portals to other worlds before the paradigm shift. A troll may watch others cross the bridge and even stop them from crossing, but they do not cross them.
All nonsense. You hypnotize a troll, put him under your control, then order it to cross a bridge. The result is the same.
The difference is knowing you have crossed a bridge so you can cross any bridge. As a surly, goof-up of a student of mine used to say “The state I am trying to reach is one where I am no longer defined by the boundaries of my self. By being free of everything — I become everything.”
He believed he could, so he did. Buzzwords.
He did so he no longer needs to believe, he only does.
Slide.
Now, there’s a good joke. If he could move between parallel worlds, why, I would actually be making a troll my successor.
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What’s so funny?
If adjacent movement is all that’s required to be your successor, then you have found him, Kishur Zelretch Schweinorg, Magician of the Second Magic.
You? You’re even less suited to be my successor than a troll, Flat.
. . . You. . . when did you figure out I wasn’t —
“Wubba Lubba Dub Dub?” If you were impersonating Caubac, you were doing a poor job of it.
The patterns. The signal. The magical energy wavelength. It was all perfect, so — No, you’re lying. You must be ly —
Did I ever once call you Caubac? Did I ever once call you my friend?
But my jokes —
True, many supplements that describe our kind have oft-stated, both ironically and not, that “the 27th Dead Apostle Ancestor Caubac Alcatraz’s, the Millenium Lock’s true power, is his comedy.” Your first mistake was assuming he acted the same around me as he does around his waitresses. We’re friends. Our friendship has moved past the need for jokes. You could not understand what it meant to be or have a friend, Flat.
You called me to ask for my permission to let your troll into the Seventh Labyrinth!
I called to let you know my apprentice was on his way to the Seventh Labyrinth. I did not ask your permission as it was not your permission to give. I only called out of courtesy.
Courtesy?
Not for you. It was the same reason I requested Retch to introduce himself to Van.
Van. . . Van-Fem? You’re lying. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. Humanity may be heavy enough in this world but it's too distorted, too polluted by your kind, for my purpose. I’m leaving. You want a successor? I’ll have you know in a few moments, I’ll be breaking through the wall between worlds. The Counter Force itself couldn’t stop me! Do you have the jewels to try, old man?
Me? Oh no, I have too much respect for the one who created you to attempt such nonsense. Dealing with you is the perfect summer homework for a promising student. In fact, I believe he should be arriving soon.
Your troll apprentice? Now you’re the one joking. You don’t even know where I am and soon? Hah, the ICBMeow Muscle Cannon is already ready to fi—
Meo—
Shut up! E-Even if you know where I am, your troll has no way to get here from the Seventh Labyrinth without The Second. The entrance in the Magician’s Box’s basement has long been torn out. Only the doorknob remains.
Retch cannot Slide, but he is capable of moving through the timeline. You said so yourself, trolls are guardians of places of transition. He naturally symbolizes not only the gaps but also the bridges that connect them. Unlike other trolls, he traverses the canal with the stream of time flowing underneath. It’s been a while, but I believe the nomenclature I came up with was Transverseflow/Incidental Bridge.
The Counter Force or the tendency of the timeline to maintain itself would wipe out such a contradiction.
If you told a normal person about a formula would the mystery decline?
Not in the short term because he’s incapable of using it. Yes, in the long term because he would eventually tell someone else.
A normal person is capable of choosing the topic depending on the person.
That type of empty person does not exist, so it’s all nonsense. I’m not even paying attention to that argument.
Maybe. I will concede that my apprentice, Retch, is no such being, but there is a certain emptiness to him, or should I say purity. He is incapable of threatening the integrity of a timeline. At most he’d eat a cat or two, but a few lives won’t snap a band.
And you think such a per — thing is capable of stopping me?
Stopping you? Only the guilty would think they need to be stopped. What do you believe you are guilty of, Flat? No, my apprentice has no intentions of stopping you; he only wants to play with you. In fact, I think he’s been looking forward to it all day.