Part 2
Sirene had managed to quite expertly wrangle everyone in the tavern and inn into a single room, with Vaust only having to subtly expand the space to do so. Vaust wasn't sure where she managed to obtain the chalkboard, nevermind the chalk, but decided to just go along with it.
"Let's begin with the sword. Do any of you know what the purpose of Orenmir is?" Sirene asked, looking around the room.
"Killing people? It's a sword!" Somebody called out. Several other people nodded or shouted in agreement.
"Wrong! This is a divine artifact, it's not a sword." Sirene answered, writing down 'killing' then crossing it out on the chalkboard. "Any other guesses?"
Some murmurs went around the room until someone said "it's ornamental!"
"Not quite right, not quite wrong." Sirene said, smiling. They were oh so close. "Two good guesses, but I could give you decades and you'd never come up with the answer. It's a power limiter."
"A power limiter?"
"This requires further explanation." Sirene said, very quickly drawing an overly detailed picture of Orenmir on the chalkboard. "What if I told you that 'God of Chaos' is not Vordea's true title? What if I told you that it's Goddess of Creation?"
"How do you know all this?"
"What if I told you that I'm actually a time wizard?" Sirene replied, seemingly teleporting right up to who asked that. "What if I told you that everything you think you know about both me and Vordea is wrong?" She continued, walking back to the chalkboard.
The room was now silent, and everybody was paying rapt attention to Sirene, just as she planned. Now that everybody was properly listening, she could begin.
"Let's begin with me. My magic is in fact not death magic, despite what you may believe. My magic is time, and the manipulation of it. I move around with such speed and grace by slowing down and speeding up time itself. My supposed one hit kills are from simply ending the count of time for someone." Sirene said, writing down several concepts on the chalkboard nearly instantly using a slow time bubble. "Moving right along to Orenmir."
"Hold on how did you write all that so quickly?" Someone shouted.
"I'm a time wizard. As for Orenmir, it was a continual drain on Vordea's power. It sucks mana out of whoever holds it at a frankly alarming rate, as it's intended for the single most powerful being in all of creation." Sirene said, drawing drain runes of a frankly irresponsible rate on the chalkboard. "Incidentally, these are the runes on it. I highly recommend you never draw these, but memorize what they look like."
"Wait if it drains mana at what you're calling an alarming rate, does that mean it's been feeding?" Someone asked. "What if it fills up again?"
"Then we have a problem. Which is why I'm going to move it into my master's care." Sirene answered. This much was true. Eigengrau was very reckless to leave the sword behind. "Now as for that spell outside, that is a mentis aleam."
"A what?"
"Apologies. That was from my native tongue. It's a... mental hazard? I think that's the right word. If you're a divine spellcaster, do not attempt to comprehend the runes, you will go blind, quite permanently."
"What does the spell do?" A mage at the front asked, raising his hand.
"It's the Words of Return." Sirene said, smiling. "A spell so old it was considered myth. This spell is a failsafe."
"A failsafe?" The mage asked.
"This spell was in case there was a problem so great that only Vordea herself could solve it. This spell unshackled the Goddess Vordea from the great white chains, and allowed her to access her full power. Do you remember a few months ago, when that titanic surge of power came from the Dragontail Mountains? That was Vordea, entering the mortal realm for the first time since the dawn of time. There are runes that should not exist in that magical circle. Reality anchors are something that mortal minds cannot comprehend, so don't read that circle."