Where was he?
Who was he?
"This will be fun..." a voice said, though Avere was neither able to understand what was said, nor see right now, everything being blurry and senseless, dialogical and chaotic, colours that should not exist, swirls of randomness and even flying pigs from what could be told, which was almost nothing, but his mind brought them in.
Wait a second.... what was a pig... and what was a mind....
He didn't know anything about what these things were, despite trying so hard to remember, so why had he said, or rather, thought that, and more so, what was his mouth doing... wait, what was a mouth, and how was it moving by his mere thoughts...
"What will be fun?" he said, not understanding his reason behind it, despite feeling it, and yet not feeling it, as if he had the memory and the understanding, as if he had thought about it, but each time he tried to recall that thinking, each time he tried to repeat it, his memories seemed to vanish, turn into nothing, become rather useless to him, not that he was able to understand that right now...
There was no such thing as memories in his current body, and yet, as he felt something change in front of him, as he felt something of him move, despite not even knowing that he had a body, he felt something change inside of him as well, while feeling something akin to a scream in the back of his mind, but weirdly good...
Rondel had not known what he had been doing with magic, he had known what he had to memorize and modify according to the system his gods had created, but Cades had come from a world where there had never been a godly system, at least not as far as he knew off, he had come from a world that used what most people referred to as wild magic, the magic of senseless cannibals, of rambling shamans, and sometimes, the magic of the holy men.
Though none of those present, aside from the currently flying Cades, knew of the name of Manug's world's system, it was called the god's gambit, each of the stones containing power stolen from the killed being, and a small part of their experiences, an especially vile system seeing as the experiences were, in many ways, exactly that very thing that made up the soul of whoever held on to them, not memories, those were experiences in a way as well after all, not some kind of godly magic, that was just false in so many ways, simply that what happened, both inside of ones head, and outside in the wide world.
Then there was the magic of Rondel, that even Cades was unsure about, but he did know that it once more entailed the planning of the gods, that it contained complicated sigils and understanding of needless things, but he also understood that this system was a part of made magic magic, not the understanding of the system itself, but the system was a part of magic.
This was not something Leyk or Avere had understood, no, it was something Cades had known and understood well for a long time, but right now, he understood something else, he understood that the system's of this place was different as well, this place, Arges, had wielded the god's gambit, so what he was interested in was how the surrounding, be it imaginary, mana would react to the awakening of Avere, a being with three systems, or rather two systems and an affinity for magic.
Finally, Avere opened his eyes, finally having realized who he was, what was going on, and understanding that he was Avere, though the name had come from seemingly nowhere, and he saw...
A flying muscular man with braided plait and pinkish girls resembling a serious pirate, riding atop the cold itself, formed into a tiny boat.
The storm of experiences inside him came to a halt as he saw Cades, simply befuddled by what was going on.
"What the actual f#ck?"he said, not even realizing that he had said anything.
The man in front of him was about eight feet tall, as close as three feet away, had muscles that made his arms seem bigger than Avere's head, his stomach being smaller than his won though, like a cosmic joke, he had a captain's head like one would see in old pirates novels coloured with pinkish elegance, scribbled on as if a toddler had decorated it, with dozens of rainbow-coloured feathers stuck atop.
And that not enough, he had a once elegant cloak that was slightly tattered, riddled with holes, but not from battle, but rather because there had been grinning faces cut into it that now decorated the mantle that seemed to be big enough to cover Avere three times over, being at least nine to ten feet long.
His shoes were as long as that of a clown, whose makeup he was also partially wearing, the nose having turned big and red, round and spherical, and glowing as well as sporadically honking as Avere simply stared at the absurd figure, their eyes, his rainbow-coloured but utterly serious, Avere's slightly golden but mainly silver, locked and he could barely contain his laughter.
The cheek bones of the man were utterly ridiculous, as if they had added shadows just to make him see more ridiculous, but he was slightly tanned, the only saving grace, Avere thought for a moment, until he saw the man reach into some kind of pocket aside his cloak, reaching for glasses that were utterly small and ridiculous with his big gloved hands, and put them on his face.
They were round spectacles with red glass, and he could not contain himself anymore as the eyes were enlarged by the glasses, making them practically useless from what he understood, but enlarging the sheer absurdity by quite a lot as the manly man mow stared at him like this, a non-existent beard stomping on his words as he was soon to open his mouth and begin talking.