[Mafia] Witch Trip 2: The Witch is Back

[Florien]

There once was a story. It was a story of truth, of terror, and of the deepest source of power in the world.It was a story of the weakness of reality in the face of a narrative, of mythicalization, and how those abilities were brought out of the abstract and into the concrete. Everyone finds their groove and travels along it only long enough to see it disappear. Many before her failed when their groove, their niche, was sealed. But there is a groove that shall never disappear, as long as the speaker can speak still, so it is said.

This was a story about stories.this was a story about the Wolf-Queen of Vahlen.

This was a story about Talantravi Alksorkhin, the one for whom every legend was true, and more. Her groove would never disappear, for people would never stop telling stories. She had woven a web of her own within other's webs, she parasitized the narratives of others, and later, herself. To believe in yourself to an extent such that it becomes true, and to have others believe in you the same, empowering you further, can there be any power greater?can there be any power truer than falsehood, realer than fiction, to tell a story so powerful that even reality itself cannot tell the difference?

1. She struck out, she fought. Her skills with a bow were infamous. It was said she could strike a fly at a hundred and fifty paces, and have ten arrows in the air at a time, and that every one of those arrows would kill her chosen target. No horde, alive or undead, could oppose her, as arrow after arrow found its mark, cutting every foe apart. Was this story true? It does not matter. It is now.

2. It was said that she was a wolf, in her heart. It was said that she could win any fight. It is still said that all shall submit to her, or hide until they must face the truth that they should. She used her aura of intimidation to force any creature that even attempted to oppose her to submit to her or flee, as even the demon wolves know well their true master, the one destined to rule all things forever, Talantravi Alksorkhin. Was this story true? It does not matter. It is now.

3. Even as the planes struck out, even as the chasms opened up to claim her, she stood resolute. Nothing could break her, nothing could bend her, nothing could shake her. Momentum cuts both ways, her inertia was such that not even the tightest or strongest grasping hand, not even the most powerful of the demons, could move her if she did not wish to be thus moved. She was a mountain, and she was a reed. Flexible only as far as it served her, and no farther, whether physically or emotionally. She could endure anything. Was this story true? It does not matter. IT. IS. NOW.