[action] Top of the world, looking down on creation...

[neverforgets]

[ On one section of the beach, about twenty feet from where the sand gives way to jungle, someone has planted a giant mallet head into the sand. A bright, red scarf is tied to the handle. The handle sticks straight up--

And up--

And up--

And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]

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[neverforgets]

[ Oh, he knows. ]

Wait-- [ Croaky. ]

[scealu]

[ she stops, but doesn't turn. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Pushes himself up to his feet, leaning heavily on the hammer. ]

The hell are you?

[scealu]

[ ah, that brings an about-face, and illyria even steps closer. ]

I am Illyria.

[ as if that should hold some great significance. seriously girlfriend can you put away the ego? ]

[neverforgets]

[ Squints, and coughs again. ]

Illyrius? [ He has heard of a similar name! ] The demi-god?

[scealu]

[ she sweeps forward, driven by anger. note previously mentioned ego? ]

I am no halfling. I am Illyria. I am an Old One of the beginning of the beginning. Those who questioned my power paid a high price.

[neverforgets]

[ Oh shit-- puts one hand up, trying to placate. ]

Okay, okay, sorry. I didn't hear you right... [ Focuses a bit better now. ] I'm not sure I've heard of an Old One before.

[scealu]

You speak of another who bears my name?

[ at least she's intrigued and no longer necessarily interested in proving a point. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Whew. ]

Illyrius, from Greek mythology. But you said "Illyria", right? That's different.

[scealu]

[ logic has left the building. ]

Ungrateful demigods who steal the names of others deserve to be strung up by their own viscera.

You will take me to this Illyrius.

[neverforgets]

[ ..... ]

[ Oh, lord, she's serious. ]

That's gonna be kind of hard. He was around about... two thousand years ago, at least.