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[gwenhwyfar]

I don't like these things.

[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]

And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.

[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]

My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.

I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.

[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]

I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.

It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]

No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.

I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.

I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.

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[tactically]

[Her response makes him laugh a little, amused.]

There are not many that would say that about that man. [Then again, Gilgamesh was likely one of the few that would speak of his strengths before his weaknesses.] I suspected as much, but it appears we speak of two different men. There's no doubting that their origins are similar, though.

[If they were speaking of Servants, the explanation would be easy, but that was not the case. Still, he didn't find this sort of thing hard to believe, either.]

Anyway, I suppose there are reasons he does not have the answers you seek?

[gwenhwyfar]

Yes, well-

[ His laugh, of course, angers her and makes it hard to hide the fact a slight tremor runs through her body. There is something beneath her exterior, beyond her question. ]

I would ask that you would not insult the man that raised me in the future.

[ It isn't an insult, but still, Gwenhwyfar takes personal offense to it, almost. ]

My teacher has told me stories about this cauldron when I was a little girl, that is all. And I am certain he would object to me discussing it so openly like this. Any answers are important to me; I need to learn more.

[tactically]

[Though she's clearly offended, Gilgamesh doesn't seem too bothered by it. He's used to that kind of reaction, and really, if he'd meant any insult, she'd probably know it. But he doesn't think it worth fussing over, either. After all, his impression of that man wasn't the answer she was looking for.]

Well, it's not as if any of us here can reach it at the moment, so I doubt you've put anything at risk. If anything, he should praise your resourcefulness.

[Because it's smart to do what she's doing, asking other people from other worlds who may have knowledge or resources that she currently does not have access to. Given their situation, and given the state of mind it could put people in, that's something very easy to overlook, he thinks.]

Unfortunately, my magic is not magic that can be learned. [If it were him, he'd just take it and lock it in his treasury, but of course, that's not much of an answer, either.] What of your world's gods? Is there no way to entreat them?

[gwenhwyfar]

I haven't found a way, yet.

[ Yet being the keyword as Gwenhwyfar is sure she hasn't found the perfect way to it. As for Myrddin praising her resourcefulness? Perhaps, if Gwenhwyfar wasn't acting out of her own emotion. ]

What good is magic if it is not to be shared? My people have passed it through generations of our words. [ Despite the fact that written word would be useful and Gwenhwyfar has secretly recorded what she knows, so far. ] How will it live if you don't?

[tactically]

Normally, I would agree with you. [In fact, Gilgamesh was quite fond of writing and keeping records of things. His people did invent that, after all.] But it cannot be learned because there is nothing to teach. I simply use my collected treasures in a way that only I can.

[Well, aside from any Heroic Spirits, probably, but those don't count. They're still him, anyway. But his Noble Phantasms would always be something that were uniquely his and that would never change.]

There are far more talented mages out there whose skills do not rely on enchanted weapons like mine do. Unfortunately, none of the ones I know of are here. Typical, I suppose. [Mages are never around when you need them, smh.] Should any arrive, however, I will point you in their direction. They will be much more qualified to instruct you.