The chamber settles into a low gold hush. Walter’s fingers finish the last rune, and the wall-script beside him turns from rigid law to something almost like a question.
Walter
If you hold the archive now, Kynes, can you also change what was made to serve it?
Bren stays close at Kynes’s side, one hand resting lightly near his arm. Her gaze moves between Walter and the glowing floor, protective, steady, unafraid to witness the answer.
Bren
Some of them were built with no choice at all. If there is a way to give choice back, it matters.
The archive hums through the stone, softer than before, as if listening. Gold light runs in thin lines around the chamber and gathers at Kynes’s feet, patient and open.
Walter
He has rewritten records. Perhaps he can rewrite a fate, if the old bindings are only ink and law.
For a moment, nothing presses. No door moves, no warning flares. Just three witnesses in a quiet room, and a path to speak more plainly if Kynes chooses to answer.
✓ Quest Accepted
Change what was made to serve the archive
“" so what you asking Walter is if word it correctly, I unbound others like yourself" I give a slight head tilt”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Kynes
So what you are asking, Walter, is whether, if I word it correctly, I can unbind others like yourself.
Kynes tilts his head, staff still grounded, his tone sharp but even. The gold lines at his feet brighten, then steady, as if the archive waits for the rest of the sentence.
Walter
Yes. If the binding is made of record, oath, and function, then it can be answered in those terms too.
Walter
Not undone by force, but released by recognition. That is the difference the archive cares about.
Bren
Then it was never only a cage. It was a rule someone wrote, and rules can be answered.
Bren eases closer, her hand brushing Kynes’s sleeve once, brief and certain. Walter turns from the wall-script and faces him fully, the glow along the floor reflecting in his stillness.
Walter
Ask it plainly, Kynes. If you mean to loosen what was made to serve, the archive is listening now.
“Since I asorbed the void, and gained void powers does that prolong my own life”
YES (Likely, rolled 61)
Kynes turns his palm upward, the violet ink of his void-pact shimmering against his skin. As he focuses on the connection, the archive's gold light shifts, weaving a complex, slow-moving geometry that mirrors the rhythm of his own heart.
Walter
The archive is not just recording his history anymore. It is measuring the span of his future.
The gold script clarifies, spelling out a truth that transcends the house's petty debts. The void he carries does not merely consume, it anchors, stretching the thread of his life far beyond the natural limits of his kin.
“Am I technically immortal now but with out the corruption the other domini”
NO (Likely, rolled 89)
The gold script pulses once, then dims, the light retreating from Kynes's palm as the archive denies the permanence he seeks. The geometry of the halo fractures, revealing that while his void-pact anchors his spirit, it offers no escape from the eventual decay of his mortal frame.
“So I am incredibly long lived now”
EXCEPTIONAL YES (Likely, rolled 4)
The archive's golden light settles, and the script on the walls begins to rewrite itself, flowing like liquid honey into new, elongated characters that stretch across the stone. A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the floor, and the archive's consciousness seems to expand, acknowledging Kynes not as a master to be served, but as a permanent fixture within its vast, silent history.
Walter
It seems the archive recognizes you as a constant, Kynes. You are no longer merely a visitor passing through these halls, but a part of the record itself, woven into the very foundation of this place.
Kynes
The weight of centuries is settling into my bones, a quiet, endless stretch of time that I am only just beginning to comprehend.
“Can void-kin reproduce on their own naturally”
YES (VeryUnlikely, rolled 14)
The archive's script shifts, the golden ink bleeding into a new, complex diagram that maps the biological architecture of void-kin. It reveals that their essence is not merely a static construct, but a self-sustaining cycle capable of weaving new life from the void's own raw, unformed potential.
Walter
It is not a mimicry of flesh, Kynes. They possess the capacity to propagate, to seed their own kind from the very void that birthed them. It is a natural, albeit terrifying, evolution of their design.
Kynes
They are not just tools of the archive, then. They are a self-perpetuating lineage.
“Since my own life span naturally is 750 years. With the void power is it a lot longer then that?”
YES (Likely, rolled 37)
The archive's golden light pulses, responding to Kynes's internal inquiry by projecting a timeline that stretches far beyond the natural limits of his drow heritage. The script clarifies that his void-pact acts as a tether, anchoring his soul against the erosion of time and effectively removing the ceiling on his lifespan.
Walter
You are no longer bound by the slow decay of the flesh, Kynes. The void does not measure existence in heartbeats, but in the endurance of the witness.
Kynes
Seven hundred and fifty years was a lifetime. This... this is an eternity of observation.
“" good," I take a deep breath " I am going somewhere with all of this. Think of it as a reverse binding" I look up and look Bren in her eyes. "I wish all who are bound by the old ways of Dominos bloodline to be freed. From here on forth their freedom shall be tied to my life line. As long as am me living or undead , they all shall remain unbound and to serve someone shall be their choice.".. I look to Walter then back to Bren that should cover just about everything.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +3)
Kynes draws in a slow breath, and the gold script around the chamber answers with a deeper, steadier pulse.
Kynes
Good. I am going somewhere with all of this. Think of it as a reverse binding.
He lifts his gaze to Bren, and the violet-gold diagram on the floor tightens into branching lines around his stance.
Kynes
All who are bound by the old ways of Domini bloodline, be freed. From here on, their freedom is tied to my lifeline.
The wall script flares, then softens, as if reading the shape of his words instead of resisting them.
Kynes
As long as I live, or live undead, they remain unbound. To serve someone shall be their choice.
Walter turns his head, watching the chamber with quiet, exact attention, while Bren meets Kynes's eyes and the gold light runs warm across her face.
A final line bleeds into the floor script, new and clean, marking the Domini bindings as answerable to Kynes's living will.
Quest Complete
Change what was made to serve the archive
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